Chapter 117: Found You!

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"You..."

The samurai's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the samurai sword clamped tightly by Hashirama, completely stunned.

What kind of strength is this?!

The samurai gripped the hilt of his sword tightly; he couldn't chop it or pull it out. It was as if the sword had become a part of the strange man in front of him.

Wait a minute!

This isn't right!

The samurai quickly realized something. Even if the sword had fused with the person in front of him, lifting the opponent with his own strength shouldn't be a problem.

Yet.

He couldn't move even an inch!

This sudden turn of events immediately drew the attention of everyone around.

Especially those who had closed their eyes just moments ago. They were now filled with confusion, as the blood-spattered scene they had anticipated did not materialize.

In an instant.

Countless gazes were fixed on Hashirama and the samurai.

Every observer's expression towards Hashirama changed repeatedly, gradually realizing that this oddly dressed man was far from ordinary.

"What are you waiting for? Kill this man already!"

The samurai shouted urgently at the seven samurai behind him, jolting them awake. They had all been intimidated by the earlier shock.

"Charge!"

"Do you think he can withstand seven blades?"

"He's so arrogant; he's bound to die under the broken blade!"

"Kill him!"

"…"

The samurai swarmed in, each directing their blade towards Hashirama. They all exerted their full strength, attempting to cut him down.

"Just a clown."

Hashirama didn't even glance at the seven samurai. He hadn't intended to fight at the entrance of the daimyo's residence, but since they had attacked him, he couldn't ignore it.

In that moment.

Hashirama's arm suddenly tensed, lifting the sword and, along with it, the samurai in front of him.

The samurai gripped the hilt tightly.

He refused to let go.

Seeing this, Hashirama's lips curled slightly. He swung the blade sharply, sweeping it horizontally.

Immediately.

The samurai gripping the sword's hilt seemed to become Hashirama's weapon, crashing into the other samurai one after another.

The clattering sounds of armor and blades colliding, and the impact between armors, were remarkably crisp.

After Hashirama swung the samurai around, he knocked down all the others. Even the samurai still clutching the hilt couldn't hold on after the intense collisions.

Eight samurai.

All collapsed to the ground.

This was something no one at the scene had anticipated.

Moreover.

The process appeared incredibly simple.

This oddly dressed man had dealt with them all with just one move!

"You!"

The fallen samurai tried to get up, but their heavy armor required significant effort.

"You don't need to get up."

Hashirama's indifferent voice rang out, and as he took his first step toward the daimyo's residence, slender vine-like tendrils emerged from the ground, binding all eight samurai to the ground.

The samurai were completely restrained.

Unable to move.

This scene once again left the onlookers utterly shocked.

They watched Hashirama's figure walking inside, feeling as if they had a thousand questions to discuss, but no one dared to speak. The scene was eerily silent.

...

Hashirama walked into the daimyo's residence.

After passing through the entrance, his vision was suddenly opened.

It was vast and spacious.

"Who are you?"

At that moment, a questioning voice rang out, and samurai armed with swords stood in every corner of the daimyo's residence.

"Not you again..."

Hashirama's gaze swept over the samurai. They were all dressed in identical armor, their faces obscured. From the outside, they all looked the same.

"I'm not going to waste time with you."

Hashirama took another look at the interior of the daimyo's residence. It resembled an ancient wooden building, about three or four stories high.

A quick glance revealed.

There were many rooms inside.

Finding the daimyo quickly would take some effort.

"Who are you?"

As Hashirama pondered, the samurai continued to question him relentlessly, approaching him with their right hands already gripping their swords, clearly ready to draw their blades.

"Annoying!"

Hashirama said this calmly.

As his words fell.

Vines sprouted from beneath the samurai's feet, growing rapidly and binding them, even sealing their mouths.

"Mm-mm..."

The samurai struggled to speak, but their voices were muffled. Only their eyes, wide with confusion, curiosity, and shock, were visible.

"Well, after thinking it over, this is the fastest way."

Hashirama muttered to himself, then clapped his hands. Instantly, his body was enveloped in a vast amount of chakra, which flowed through his feet into the ground.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In an instant.

The ground trembled.

Wooden planks grew at a visible speed.

These wooden planks smashed into the daimyo's residence, causing loud crashes and using immense force to shatter the wood that had built the structure.

Rumbling!

The tremors grew even more intense, resembling an earthquake. The onlookers outside stared wide-eyed, unsure of what was happening.

As they were puzzled.

The daimyo's residence collapsed with a thunderous crash.

The centuries-old building disintegrated in that moment, sending clouds of dust into the air and obscuring everyone's view.

"Could he be here to assassinate the daimyo?"

Someone in the crowd gasped, instantly resonating with many others, who began to think this theory seemed plausible.

However.

In the blink of an eye.

A brand-new building rose from the ground, looking almost identical to the previous daimyo's residence.

"???"

In an instant, everyone was dumbfounded.

What just happened?

The majestic daimyo's residence had stood firm, but suddenly it had retracted and then risen again. Was it some kind of magic?

Meanwhile.

The onlookers outside were just spectators.

Inside the daimyo's residence, the people experienced a terrifying moment. They felt the ground shaking and the world spinning as the floor beneath them suddenly gave way.

But as they fell.

They were caught by the newly appeared wooden floorboards.

Each room's layout was similar, but the interiors had been completely redecorated.

Daimyo's residence.

In one room.

The daimyo of the Fire Nation, with a fan-shaped decoration on his head, looked panicked. His study, where he had been reading, had vanished completely.

"What's happening?"

The Fire Nation daimyo's mind was filled with a huge question mark; he had never experienced such a surreal scene.

"I've found you!"

Suddenly.

A voice rang out.

Immediately after.

From the wooden floor in front of the daimyo's residence, a wooden figure emerged, gradually taking on color and clarity.

It was none other than Hashirama Senju.

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