66 Chapter 66: Daimyo? You want my head, don't you?
The turmoil in the Kusagakure Village came quickly and left just as quickly.
Some of the villagers didn't even know what had happened.
All they knew was that there were two waves of disturbances in the village, which scared them into running to the back mountain for refuge.
Then, there was a thunderous rumble.
Followed by what seemed like someone roaring in anger.
Finally, the entire ground was shaking violently. Those hiding in the back mountain watched as a large number of buildings in the Kusagakure Village collapsed.
They could also see billowing dust rising into the sky. Even hiding in the back mountain, they were still blinded by the dust.
The whole scene was like the end of the world.
It wasn't until the commotion in the Kusagakure Village finally disappeared that a group of terrified civilians dared to speak up.
"Gulp!" Someone swallowed nervously, looking at the situation in the Kusagakure Village, and murmured in horror: "Did my house collapse? What on earth happened? Is it war?"
"It shouldn't be, right? If it were a war, how could it disappear so quickly? It looks more like something exploded."
"What on earth are those ninjas doing? They've knocked down so many houses, where are we supposed to live?"
"Shush! You can't let the ninjas in the village hear that! Be careful or they'll expel you from the village."
"There should still be people who haven't retreated to the back mountain, right?"
The surrounding commotion made the Daimyo of The Land of Grass quite irritable. He and his retainers were also hiding on the back mountain of Kusagakure Village.
This godforsaken place had no air conditioning or fans.
The heat made him constantly fan himself with his round fan. After fanning until his hand was sore, he finally couldn't stand it anymore.
"Let's go! Let's go down and take a look!"
The Daimyo of The Land of Grass said to his retainers behind him: "There's no movement down there now. I guess the invaders have been dealt with. I don't want to stay in this godforsaken place for a moment longer."
"Daimyo-sama, be careful!" A retainer dressed as a samurai hurriedly said: "What if..."
"Are you challenging my words?" The Daimyo glanced at him coldly.
"Ah? No...no!" The retainer was sweating profusely.
The Daimyo covered his eyes with his round fan and sighed regretfully: "Kill him. I don't want disobedient people. Kill him cleanly. I can't stand too bloody scenes."
"Wait! Daimyo-sama! It's a misunderstanding! I'm very loyal to you! ——Ahhhhhh!!!"
Puchi!
"Sigh~" The Daimyo of The Land of Grass showed pity: "It's a pity you're too ugly to be included in my specimen collection. You've missed an opportunity to make a name for yourself nationwide."
"Let's go, carry me down." He said to his other retainers.
"Yes! Daimyo-sama!"
The actions of the Daimyo of The Land of Grass scared his remaining retainers and a group of civilians hiding in the back mountain quite a bit.
The whole back mountain became quiet.
The bodies on the ground were still bleeding.
It was creepy
A group of terrified civilians who dared not make a sound could only watch as two retainers struggled to carry down the Daimyo's several hundred kg body from the mountain
It didn't take long.
The Daimyo of The Land of Grass had people put him down because they had already come down from the mountain.
He complained, "This mountain road is too narrow, my carriage can't be lifted up, it's uncomfortable to walk."
"Lord Daimyo, it's our lack of skill in carrying people." The retainers had no choice but to hurriedly apologize.
The Daimyo of the Land of Grass ignored them.
He held a round fan in his hand and looked ahead.
His brows furrowed deeply, "Has the place where I'm temporarily staying also collapsed? What are those ninjas doing? Don't they know to send someone to protect the place where I live?"
"What's with those brats?"
The Daimyo of the Land of Grass looked ahead again at some brats from the Kusagakure Village.
A group of ragged Kusagakure childrens.
He didn't like what he saw.
"Lord Daimyo, those should be children who didn't have time to evacuate. They run slower than adults after all, but they seem to have luckily survived the 'explosion'."
The Daimyo of the Land of Grass's retainers quickly explained for his lord.
"They're too ugly."
"They're dressed too ugly."
After the Daimyo commented with a frown, he gently fanned his fan as if to fan away a non-existent smell
"Later, go and talk to the leader of the Kusagakure Village and ask him to sell these ugly brats in the village."
His calm tone carried a hint of disdain, "Selling these brats can also subsidize some funds for this village. After all... hasn't he always been doing this?"
"Okay, okay."
A retainer swallowed nervously, "We will mention this matter to the leader of the Kusagakure Village. The next time Lord Daimyo comes here, you will definitely not see these ugly brats."
Just as the Daimyo of the Land of Grass was walking.
As he passed by that group of children.
His obese body suddenly stopped, "I've changed my mind. Who made me the Daimyo of the Land Grass born with a compassionate heart."
"Lord Daimyo, what do you mean?"
The retainer couldn't help but ask weakly.
A look of interest appeared on the Daimyo's fat-filled face, "If we can't hold a giant skull specimen exhibition, we can also hold a child specimen exhibition!"
"Karin? Karin where are you?" Just then, an untimely voice came from afar.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
They could see a woman dressed in combat gear with bright red long hair looking for someone in the devastated ninja village.
This person...
It was Uzumaki Fuushi!
Uzumaki Fuushi, whose blood was completely suckeed by the village of Kusagakure was too weak to open her "Kagura Mind Eye" could only call out for her daughter by voice.
"Hmm?"
The Daimyo of the Land of Grass suddenly brightened up, "What a rare hair color, it doesn't look like it was dyed afterwards."
He was itching to move.
Drooling with desire.
"If this head were made into a specimen, it would certainly make a fine collection!" He quickly ordered, "Quick! Go and catch her! Don't let her get away!"
Uzumaki Fuushi didn't expect that in the process of looking for her daughter, she would encounter a group of strange people.
Their attire didn't resemble ninjas, nor did they look like people from the Kusagakure Village. They looked more like old-fashioned "samurai".
She noticed that the group was heading straight for her.
And they had surrounded her.
"...Who are you?" Seeing the samurai sword in their hands, Uzumaki Fuushi instinctively wanted to pull out her kunai.
But she suddenly remembered that she was just a blood bag tool.
She had no ninja tools on her!
"Daimyo of the Land Grass, specifically want your head. It's just your bad luck that you happen to have red hair." A burly retainer holding a samurai sword said with a sneer on his face.
"Damn it..." Uzumaki Fuushi looked very anxious. She knew that she was in a weak state right now.
She could handle two or three people bare-handed.
But there were more than a dozen people in this group.
"Pops! Mom's scent is over here! I see her! It's Mom! Mom!!!"
Just then, a crisp and pleasant voice came from behind Uzumaki Fuushi.
The childish voice was filled with joy.
Uzumaki Fuushi quickly turned around.
"Ka... Karin!"
She saw her daughter and her daughter was actually sitting on Whitebeard's shoulder, waving at her!
"Gurarararara... I was wondering why I always smell something familiar yet strange in this broken village."
A hearty voice followed.
Whitebeard glanced at the eye-catching obese figure and grinned: "I think I heard someone call you 'Daimyo'. So you're the Daimyo of the Land of Grass, huh!"
"Brat!"
"So it's you who wants my head, huh?"
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