Chapter 57. Quick help to the caravan

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Moving at an incredible speed for a human, a group of Shinobi jumped from branch to branch. The ninja team was led in front by a rather handsome man, who was followed by a slightly similar boy. Jumping onto another branch, the man's eyebrow rose to the top.

After a moment, realizing exactly what he was seeing, his expression came back. Smiling, Ame directed the chakra to his throat, amplified his voice, and spoke.

- There is a collision on our way… Harushumo-kun do you think we should help?

Hearing the question, the young man thought about it and a moment later spoke.

- I can't make a decision until I see exactly what's going on there.

Nodding, Ame, continuing to smile, told the most remarkable details of the convoy he saw.

- There are still about 15 kilometers left to the goal I see, decide.

After finishing his story, Ame added. Harushumo, in turn, only grunted.

- I think we should ignore it. We have a mission and if we pay too much attention to every convoy in trouble, we will arrive at the end of the future mess.

After listening to the heir of the clan, Ame nodded again, accepting his point of view. After being silent for a moment, he spoke again.

- Samato, what do you think?

The boy walking behind the man, after a few seconds of silence, spoke.

- A bag of coins is the designation of the merchant with whom Gurtsu-dano cooperates, and together with him we… I think it's worth helping, as it may give any bonuses to our relationship…

"Last time, it was through this merchant, Gurtsu ordered my laboratory equipment."

- Okay, I understand, but we really need to hurry, so we'll do it quickly.

Having finished, Ame reached into his pouch and took out a bunch of kunai. Continuing to move for a while, a bloody collision came into Samato's field of vision. Plentiful sacrifices were visible on both sides. Some in the rush of battle killed allies, but quickly went to the next world by someone else.

When some of the ninja group were already ready to move quickly in shunshin for quick destruction, Ame signaled them not to attack and focusing byakugan's gaze, directed a significant amount of chakra into a pack of kunai, after which he threw it with a sweeping motion.

With incredible speed, the kunai flew out of the man's hand, almost instantly overcoming the remaining kilometers and accurately stabbed into the vital organs of the alleged attackers. Without stopping, Ame threw several more packs of kunai, killing the remaining most aggressive ones.

- Harushumo-kun and the others move on, I'll catch up.

After dropping the phrase, Ame abruptly accelerated, instantly disappearing from the formation of the group. Hearing the captain's command, the young head of the clan pointedly nodded his head and slightly accelerated ahead of Samato, taking Ame's place.

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"Damn this trash!"

Swinging his sword, chopping off the attacker's limb, the armored swordsman shouted to himself. His breathing was heavy due to heavy physical exertion and blood loss.

- Haaa!

Having cut off the head of an already wounded opponent, the man stepped aside without delay, dodging the thrust of a rude-looking spear. Gritting his teeth and grabbing the shaft with his wounded hand through the pain, he pulled on himself.

The enemy, who did not expect such a thing, tightly clutching the only weapon he had, gave way forward. When it dawned on him that it was necessary to retreat as quickly as possible, it was already too late and the sharp point of the sword easily pierced into his stomach, piercing through.

But the armored warrior did not finish this and, in a little madness from pain and anger, strained the muscles in his hand, pulling the sword that lit up a little with chakra to the top.

As if it was a paper, the blade of the the blade of the sword jerked up, splitting the upper part of the spearman's body. When the man wanted to take a breath, he felt the danger and turned to the side and saw the approaching blade.

The vision in his vision slowed down due to the abundance of adrenaline. Directing the chakra into his hand, he tried to move it to the cut in order to block the blow. But every moment it dawned on the man that it was useless.

In a moment of despair from the observed approach of death, something caught in the gaze of the war, which blew his alleged killer aside, knocking him to the ground.

Immediately, his perception returned to normal and quickly glancing at the failed killer, the man saw only a corpse in the temples of which there was a bloody hole, from which an abundance of brain fluid began to flow. Realizing what this meant, the warrior quickly looked around the rest of the battlefield, seeing a similar picture of the leaky dead.

The swordsman wanted to shout a warning to his subordinates, but he felt a faint breeze behind him. His pupils dilated and he, having lost fatigue from a new dose of adrenaline, quickly turned around, swinging his swords.

Turning around, out of the corner of his eye he saw a silhouette in expensive white clothes standing next to him. In the next moment, when his sword was supposed to reach the intended opponent, the man felt to his horror how his blade froze in place, without the possibility of moving on.

- I'm in a hurry, so listen carefully!

While the swordsman was in internal experiences, a calm male voice with a note of reproach reached his ears. Fully turning his head to the source of the voice, the swordsman saw a middle-aged man with white eyes and a mark on his forehead looking at him seriously. The sword wielded by the warrior was easily clamped between the fingers of the ninja.

- Eh?... I'm sorry, respected. I thought it was some clan-less ninjas who also wanted to profit from our modest caravan…

Seeing the remarkable features of one of the great clans, a thin smile appeared on the face of the war, behind which one could see joy and relief.

"It's a blessing that it's Hughie, and not someone else. At least you can have a more or less reasonable dialogue with them, but..."

- Um, my respected fellow, I'm sorry to ask you, but can you please let go of my sword?

The ninja standing in front of him had a faint smile on his face and he opened his fingers and shook them from the blood, folded his arms on his chest. Sighing to himself, the swordsman, with a slowly growing pain in his wounded shoulder, wiped the sword on the clothes of one of the corpses lying nearby, sheathed it.

Turning back to the representative of the Hyuga clan, he was about to open his mouth to say something, but he was interrupted by a series of blurred silhouettes flying over him and the carnage, quickly disappeared into the abundance of trees on the other side of the road.

- I'll tell you as briefly as possible. I expect that your leadership understands that we the Hyuga clan will not help so easily once and this time will not be distinguished by a gesture of goodwill. I hope you understand what I mean?

The impressive voice of Hughie standing nearby rang out. Turning away from the forest in which the silhouettes disappeared, the swordsman answered uncertainly.

- Yes, I understand and am grateful to you. As soon as I reach the nearest city, I will inform Garumo-dano about it.

- That's good, I hope for understanding.

And without waiting for a response from the swordsman, Hyuga disappeared, causing the man to look strangely at the empty space in front of him. Unfortunately, the wave of pain from the wounded arm made itself felt and he, cursing in the direction of pain, Hyuga and further problems with the boss, wandered towards the cart.

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