Ch-37 He has arrived.

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The Raging Tiger's ferocious attack nearly claimed the lives of half of the remaining soldiers, resulting in gruesome deaths. Some were crushed entirely, while others suffered from being crushed in the middle, resembling the impact of a heavy object falling upon them.

"Bastard, stop! What on earth are you doing? They are just weaklings who are not worth your time. Spare their lives and hand them over to the Daimyo," shouted the General from behind. Despite his inherent cruelty, witnessing the destruction of the army he had painstakingly built compelled him to shout out in despair. Even the soldiers loyal to the Daimyo couldn't hide the anguish on their faces as they witnessed their comrades being killed.

"As I mentioned before, I was given a mission, and you are aware of the significance of a ninja's duty," stated Jiryoku calmly. Raising his hand towards the sky, he declared, "I will demonstrate why I was bestowed with the name Raijin no Jiryoku."

Jiryoku was enveloped in lightning, and not only that, but the winds around him also started to pick up speed. As a result, the clouds began to gather in the sky. When the clouds had fully formed, the accumulated thunder within Jiryoku's body was released towards the sky. Witnessing this, everyone present became confused, unsure of Jiryoku's intentions. Meanwhile, Jiryoku controlled the thunder within the clouds and, using his observation haki to keep track of everyone, he extended his raised hand towards the ground.

In response to Jiryoku's gesture, the clouds rumbled loudly, and one after another, thunderbolts began to descend precisely upon the soldiers. The outcome was evident—death. The relentless barrage of thunder continued for five minutes. The soldiers attempted to flee, but those who ventured beyond the range of the thundercloud were struck down first, turning the area into a deadly enclosure. Escape was futile for the soldiers; their fate had been sealed—death.

Finally, when the thunder ceased, a chilling scene unfolded before everyone. Numerous bodies were scattered throughout, some missing hands, some missing legs, and others missing their heads. Charred remains were also strewn about, while the ground itself was soaked in blood. Observing this gruesome aftermath, the onlookers felt a sense of relief that they had chosen to withdraw from the general's side, knowing they could have been among the fallen soldiers. Such is human nature—a few minutes ago, they mourned the loss of their comrades, but now they found solace in their own survival.

Just then, the soldiers heard a sound, and they listened attentively. The distinct laughter, "Hehehe," reached their ears. They turned their gaze towards the source of the sound, only to find it was none other than the general, positioned on a raised platform. "HAHAHA! Everyone has been killed! Not a single soul remains! HAHA! Kill me, kill me!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with deranged madness.

Jiryoku shook his head in response. Just then, a somewhat overweight man followed by a large group of ninjas arrived. The fat man appeared fearful as he looked towards Jiryoku. This corpulent figure was none other than the Daimyo of the Land of Rice. With a smile, he remarked, "It seems that Jokan of the Fire Country has an excellent subordinate."

"First of all, I am not anyone's subordinate," Jiryoku replied. "Working with her is easy, and I don't have to involve myself in village politics. That alone is sufficient for me. Secondly, the promise made by Jokan of the Fire Country has been fulfilled. Now, it's your turn to fulfill your part of the deal. If you fail to do so, you know the consequences." As his final words echoed, a tremendous aura filled with bloodlust erupted from Jiryoku's body, enveloping everyone present. The Daimyo and the ninjas guarding him were drenched in cold sweat. Struggling to speak, the Daimyo said, "Of course, how can I forget my part of the deal? Everything will be done accordingly."

Jiryoku nodded and stated, "The rebellious general is alive, as per your request."

As soon as Jiryoku's words trailed off, he began to ascend into the air. The wind enveloped him, and the clouds formed once again, albeit on a smaller scale. Jiryoku's body became cloaked in lightning, and with tremendous speed, he entered the cloud, transforming into an embodiment of thunder. He moved swiftly in a straight path, disappearing from the horizon in an instant. However, the rumbling sound of the cloud could be heard wherever he passed.

This was a special technique devised by Jiryoku, combining the Storm Chakra mode with his gravity ability. This unique fusion allowed him to achieve an incredibly high speed in his travels, enabling him to cover vast distances in a matter of seconds.

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During the nighttime, inside the Jokan mansion in the Fire Country, Jokan was engaged in a discussion with her subordinates.

"If we acquire resources from the Land of Rice and utilize them for the benefit of the people in our country, we will win their hearts. Moreover, we can also sell those resources to the Wind Country, further strengthening our influence," remarked one of the ministers.

"Hmm, it is certain that we will obtain the resources from the Land of Rice, as this is the mission I have entrusted to Raijin no Jiryoku," responded Jokan confidently.

The ministers nodded in agreement. They had witnessed Jiryoku's exceptional efficiency before. To this day, he had never failed a mission.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of rumbling clouds, and a smile appeared on Jokan's face. "He has arrived," she declared.

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