Chapter 5:

"It's not good to stare at someone's house," I spoke in a low tone, my voice carrying an otherworldly echo that sent chills down the spines of the enemy ninjas. The moonlight cast an eerie glow upon my resurrected form as I stood before them, my presence cloaked in darkness. The night itself seemed to respond to my return, amplifying the unease that permeated the air.

The enemy ninjas hesitated, their confident facade shattered. They had anticipated an easy victory, an opportunity to eliminate a seemingly defenseless target. However, with a flicker of my hand, shadows coalesced around me, and a smoky mist swirled at my feet, suffusing the surroundings with a palpable sense of dread.

Without warning, I lunged forward, striking down the enemy ninjas one by one. Fear etched itself across their faces as they realized the futility of their resistance. Their cries were drowned out by the haunting whispers of the forest, and the air grew heavy with the scent of blood. With a final glance at the lifeless bodies scattered around me, I retreated back into my house, stealing a glimpse at their faces. It was clear they would never trouble me again. "Follow me," I commanded.

"Master, where are we going?" Takako asked, her voice filled with curiosity and a hint of apprehension.

"We are heading to our village," I replied, my gaze scanning the darkness ahead.

"Do we even have a village?" Mayumi questioned, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.

"It's nearly complete, but we must hasten our efforts," I declared, determination burning in my eyes. After three days of arduous travel, we finally arrived at the newly built village.

Stepping inside the new house, I summoned all three girls and utilized the yōkai pieces I had painstakingly crafted, drawing inspiration from the legendary Devil's Pieces of High School DxD. Their bodies shimmered with a radiant glow as the yōkai pieces merged seamlessly with their beings. The transformation intertwined their human forms with the formidable power of yokai.

Originally, my vision was to construct a village that would unite three countries, but one country had chosen not to participate in our noble endeavor. The absence of their resources posed a significant challenge. However, as days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, each passing day witnessed the establishment of new buildings, and the village grew, attracting individuals seeking refuge. Within a few years, it became the safest haven in the region.

With the establishment of my first ninja village, a surge of similar villages sprouted across numerous countries, placing immense pressure on their leaders. If these villages within their territories rebel, these leaders would lack the power to resist. Yet, as time went on, the situation gradually improved, especially with newly formed Konoha.