Land of Honey

'Looks like this trip won't be as dull as I anticipated,' Majin uttered as he savored the crimson liquid that dripped from his hand. Suddenly, his senses detected the presence of additional bandits lurking within the verdant depths of the forest.

But before they could launch an attack, Majin vanished into thin air, his reflexes failing him when an axe soared towards him. Had he been more vigilant, it would have claimed his life instantly.

With a mischievous whisper, Majin materialized behind a startled bandit, his katana piercing the man's heart with deadly precision.

'Peekaboo,' he taunted. 'Who are you?' demanded another bandit, his voice trembling as Majin withdrew his blade from his victim's chest.

'It's of no importance. You all will die regardless,' Majin retorted coldly.

One of the bandits, wielding a formidable hammer, charged towards Majin with murderous intent.

'Pathetic,' Majin scoffed, seizing the hammer with ease. With a swift punch, he shattered the bandit's stomach, plunging his hand into the gaping wound and ripping out his entrails.

'Your turn,' Majin growled, discarding the bloody intestines and fixing his gaze upon the remaining bandits, their faces contorted with terror.

Some trembled uncontrollably, for their leader had been felled with a single blow. These bandits were mere thugs, possessing only brute strength and no semblance of skill or training.

Majin's gaze hardened as he unleashed his devastating Fire Snake Jutsu, engulfing the bandits in an inferno that incinerated their bodies, leaving nothing but charred remains and the pungent stench of burnt flesh.

Sigh

'I wasted three minutes here,' Majin sighed as he held the world map in his hand.

It would be a misconception to assume that Majin was a benevolent individual who sought to eliminate bandits for altruistic reasons. He killed them solely because one of them had attacked him.

His philosophy was straightforward: if someone attacked him, he would annihilate their entire lineage or faction.

Majin's ability to effortlessly stop a hammer and crush someone's skull was attributed to his newfound innate abilities.

He had formed a small chakra forcefield around his palm, which amplified the power of his attacks. However, he was still unable to sustain it for prolonged periods and required further practice.

'Ah, a town!' Majin exclaimed as he approached the forest's edge and noticed a small town situated on the outskirts of the border between the Land of Demons and the Land of Honey.

As Majin approached the town, its size seemed insignificant to him, perhaps housing a mere 50,000 inhabitants. It made sense considering the Land of Honey was relatively small, occupying only about 1/10th the size of the Land of Demons.

Its continued existence as a nation, despite its vulnerability to annexation by larger powers, was attributed to its strategic location as a buffer between the imperialist and democratic factions of the continent.

While tensions lingered between the two sides, they were not currently engaged in open conflict.

However, accusations persisted from the democratic side that imperialist nations were covertly supporting terrorist organizations like the Akatsuki.

The Land of Honey also gained renown for its eponymous honey, producing a staggering 40% of the world's supply, and its economy revolved heavily around this industry.

As Majin drew nearer to the town, his heart twinged with pain and began to emit a faint black and red glow. His eyes turned a deeper shade of crimson, and his sclera darkened to a pitch black.

''Finally! After thousands of years this deity is back''