Just then, a figure in a raincoat silently blocked her path. Facing the roaring water dragon, he slowly raised a palm.
"Poof!"
The unstoppable dragon head dissipated directly, as if that palm was an indestructible rock. The dragon's body behind it also shattered inch by inch, turning into streams of cool water that vanished into nothingness in his palm.
The girl's eyes were filled with disbelief. Such a fierce Ninjutsu was so easily neutralized by the person in front of her.
"If you want to fight with swords, then fight with swords. Why use Ninjutsu? That's not ethical," Shin'yu said with a slightly lazy tone.
He raised his hat slightly, coldly surveying the crowd. "If it were a battle between Samurai, I wouldn't interfere, but there are Ninja among you?"
"Careful!" the girl suddenly exclaimed.
Shin'yu's eyes shifted. A burly man had ambushed him from the side, swinging a large hammer at his face.
"Bang!"
The hat shattered instantly, splinters of wood flying everywhere, but Shin'yu... didn't move an inch.
Amidst the wildly dancing black hair, his calm, unwavering gaze was revealed, along with his unscathed face.
The girl couldn't help but stare blankly.
She widened her beautiful eyes, clearly seeing that the moment the hammer hit Shin'yu's cheek, a ripple like water seemed to spread through the air, like a transparent barrier shield, yet as solid as a fortress, blocking the attack for him.
Shin'yu returned a punch, and a terrifying force was released from his fist. With a muffled sound, half of the burly man's body was blown away by the punch, his bones and flesh crushed into powder, turning into a rain of blood that splattered down, dyeing the snow behind him a blood-red color.
Chakra fluctuations rose behind him. Those three were brewing some kind of Ninjutsu again, and the remaining bandits were also rushing to support them.
However, Shin'yu didn't turn around, but simply closed his eyes slightly.
In the air, an invisible wind flowed past in an instant.
Less than a second later, he opened his eyes.
The girl noticed that his body seemed to sway slightly, as if he had suddenly lost support, but he regained his footing the moment he opened his eyes, as if nothing had happened.
Having practiced swordsmanship for many years, she was sensitive to the subtle body movements of everyone, and therefore captured Shin'yu's abnormality.
"Thump."
The girl's ears perked up, and she quickly looked behind Shin'yu.
A surprising scene appeared. The dozen or so people behind him, and even all the bandits at the head and tail of the caravan, fell to the ground one after another with a series of "thumps," like noodles that had been cooked soft.
Their expressions were surprisingly consistent, their pupils dilated and unfocused, some even drooling at the corners of their mouths, their idiotic expressions frozen on their faces, like a group portrait captured by a painter.
It was as if... their souls had been extracted.
"Instant kill!"
"He just now, he actually instantly killed these people!"
The girl was shocked beyond words, her cherry-like mouth unconsciously open, unable to close it for a long time.
"This... what kind of move is this? So terrifying!"
Shin'yu smiled and stretched his neck. The Spiritualization Technique was indeed a forbidden technique, impossible to defend against, impossible to dodge, killing people invisibly. It was truly effective for clearing out mobs.
Just now, in that brief moment, he used Spirit Body Separation, traversing between the foreheads of more than twenty people, not only obliterating their souls but also successfully obtaining a piece of information.
Shin'yu was surprised. These guys seemed like ordinary bandits, but in reality, they were a well-equipped private force, serving a mysterious high-ranking figure in the Land of Iron, mixed with wandering samurai, assassins, and... a Jonin from the Hidden Mist Village.
"Hidden Mist Village? Heh, reaching their hands even into the Land of Iron."
This ambush was not accidental but premeditated.
"Interesting, someone wants to get rid of this merchant group, or rather, get rid of someone in the group, not wanting them to return to Takeo Castle alive."
...
The crisis was resolved, but Shin'yu also exposed his strength. As an expert who took down all the enemies in an instant, he naturally enjoyed a completely different treatment than before.
At this moment, he sat upright in the most luxurious carriage, delicacies and fine wine displayed on the table, the people of the merchant group came to thank him one after another, even those two cheap samurai were no exception.
After all, if it weren't for Shin'yu, they would likely have been beaten to death.
"Miyamoto-kun."
Sugawara Shōko sat beside Shin'yu, her jade legs together, her eyes sincere, "Thank you for your chivalrous action. If it weren't for your help, I'm afraid we would have suffered at the hands of the bandits..."
"Why is she speaking so formally..." Shin'yu thought to himself, nodding calmly, "Mm."
"On behalf of the entire merchant group, I kowtow to thank you for your helping hand!"
"Mm." He half-closed his eyes, not speaking, pretending to be an expert.
"Great kindness, this little girl has no way to repay, except..."
...
"Speak, why don't you continue?" Shin'yu secretly opened one eye, sizing her up.
This woman was about seventeen or eighteen years old. Although she was the leader of the merchant group, her attire was quite simple, coarse linen clothes, and short, light brown hair. A beautifully scabbarded katana with an exquisite hilt hung at her waist.
She was at the age of youthful development, with rosy lips and white teeth, a feast for the eyes. Although she wasn't as refined and otherworldly as Uchiha Hikari, she had her own characteristics.
Especially the linen clothes on her chest, which were about to burst, bore a weight that shouldn't be there at this age.
She hiccuped lightly, quickly covering her small mouth, a faint smell of alcohol wafted over, causing Shin'yu to frown slightly.
This girl actually drank alcohol.
Shin'yu silently retracted his gaze, sitting upright.
Shōko took a deep breath, two blushes suddenly climbing onto her pretty face, subconsciously averting her gaze, looking at her toes, "This little girl has decided... to offer you her most precious thing..."
Shin'yu watched his nose and his nose watched his heart, unable to stop his heart from accelerating.
The girl mustered her courage, raised her beautiful head, and gazed affectionately at the handsome young man in front of her. She bit her bright red lips, raised her fair hand, and slowly untied her linen belt.
No way, are you giving me this kind of plot? Testing my Dao heart?
Shin'yu was too weak to complain.
He had cultivated hard until now, accustomed to slaughter and blood, but this kind of fragrant and ambiguous scene was still... still the first time he had seen it.
Shōko was extremely shy, her chest rising and falling with her breath. For some reason, her delicate jade fingers seemed to be undressing for the first time, unable to untie the waist rope for a long time.
This time was also somewhat difficult for Shin'yu.
A gust of cold wind blew in from the window, as if opening the clay seal of a pottery jar, cooling the atmosphere inside the carriage slightly, and Shin'yu calmed down as well.
Just then, a pale purple long sword was tremblingly handed to him.
"Ah?"
Shōko bit her lip, turned her head away, and introduced in a soft voice:
"This sword is called 'First Snow Dragon Riding', and it is the most precious thing in this little girl's life. This is... my father's last work, carefully forged using the one hundred and twenty-eight processes of the 'Dragon Riding Tradition'. The blade pattern is exquisite, the blade is as bright as snow, it can cut hair with a blow, it is not stained with blood, and the purple jade leather scabbard is natural..."
Shin'yu stared blankly at the sword, his mouth opening and closing, "So... you just took off your clothes to... get the sword?"
"Ah, could it be that Miyamoto-kun likes my waist cord?" Shōko raised her head blankly.
"Oh, it's nothing." Shin'yu smiled and declined, reaching out to gently push away 'First Snow', "A gentleman does not take what others cherish, and besides, I just did it casually, it's not like I need to repay anything."
His face was calm, but his heart was roaring.
Using this to test the cadres! ?
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