allendalepharm Chapter 75 I Don't Like Black Cats
Chapter 75 I Don't Like Black Cats
Chapter 75 I Don't Like Black Cats
While Masuda Kazuki and Karasu were each leading their own teams to destroy Root's temporary base in the Land of Rain, Shiba Kiyokawa was also leading his team to break through, sweeping away all the outposts and camps set up by Hanzo's forces along the north-south border!
Compared to the Root, the Rain Ninja's average quality is much worse, and their resistance is even more laughable.
Some Rain Ninja were completely unaware of the impending disaster until the battle began. They abandoned their posts and went back to the towns behind the city to indulge in revelry, oblivious to the impending catastrophe.
It wasn't until the Akatsuki organization broke through the blockade and entered the city that they woke up as if from a dream, and one by one they smashed through the windows of izakayas and Kabukicho, running wildly among the city's rooftops.
As a result, they were caught up by the Akatsuki members on rooftops, on long streets, and in alleys, and then killed one by one!
On this day, amidst the bleak rain, a vibrant red stained most of the town's streets.
Most of the town's residents were so frightened by the sudden battle and fighting that they kept their doors tightly shut and dared not go out.
However, there were also some daring individuals who were not afraid at all and watched with great interest.
At this moment, a young man dressed in fine clothes, looking like a nobleman, stood on his semi-open balcony, holding a wine glass, looking down at the carnage on the street below, his face full of interest.
An elderly man dressed as a butler came to the vicinity of the balcony and advised, "Young master, don't look down. Be careful that those ninjas below don't hurt you if they go berserk."
However, the young man he addressed as "Young Master" was completely unconcerned and said with arrogance, "How could that be? How dare they hurt me? I am a hereditary nobleman with a title of nobility!"
The Ninja World War is their business. No matter how they kill or die, they'll all have to come and take on our family's mission after it's over.
"Ninjas, ha! They're nothing but a bunch of dogs kept by the nobles and lords of various countries. What right do they have to bite me?"
The butler behind him was so frightened by his words that his palms started sweating.
He had heard that the Akatsuki ninjas who came were no ordinary group; they were known for killing nobles in the south!
It is said that the group of nobles who returned to China at the beginning of the year are now buried under grass that is almost a meter high.
Unfortunately, their young master only knew how to drink and make merry and indulge in refined pursuits, and he didn't care about the changes outside at all.
The butler wanted to give a reminder, but was afraid that the young master would rebel and say something even more dangerous.
The window in front of them is only a few dozen meters away from the battlefield on the street below, and most of what the young master said has been heard by the fighting ninjas.
Then the arrogant young master scoffed and commented condescendingly, "Heh, they played quite well. After they beat that old bastard Hanzo, I'll post a 'Find My Cat' request for them. Just say my cat is lost. The mission level is up to them, and the reward... I'll just give them a million."
The butler asked in confusion, "But young master, your cat isn't lost."
The young master turned his head. "Are you stupid? If it wasn't stolen, wouldn't you find time to release it yourself?"
In the original story, the genin of the various ninja villages always had an endless stream of D-rank missions, whether it was finding a cat or a dog. Here, it seems that part of the truth has been revealed.
Just as the young master was basking in the glory of his superior intelligence, people forcibly broke into the courtyard where they lived below, and the shouts of the servants and guards rose and fell.
"Who is it?"
"This is a private residence. What right do you have to come in? Get out!"
"You have no right to enter here!"
However, Shiba Kiyokawa and his group, who had climbed over the wall, paid no attention to the noisy noise.
With just a glance from Shiba Kiyokawa, Kakuzu and a tax official who had come with him immediately pushed through the wall of people in front of them, entered the courtyard, and began to walk around and assess the situation.
The tax official was the same person who had previously served the nobles and later decisively surrendered when Iwagakure died.
A few minutes later, he returned first and respectfully reported to Shiba Kiyokawa: "After a rough look, the property of this mansion is about 500 million."
Then, just seconds later, Kakuzu returned, and the figures he gave were almost identical: "After a rough inspection, the assets here are approximately 450 million to 530 million."
The two assessments were strikingly similar.
The two then exchanged a glance, their eyes sparkling as if gold coins were colliding.
They've seen it in each other's eyes; they're the kind of people who wouldn't lie about money!
At this moment, the owner of the courtyard, the self-important young master, also came to the front yard with his butler.
The young master's face was frighteningly ugly, and he wanted to question me as soon as he arrived.
But unexpectedly, Shiba Kiyokawa spoke first.
"You have five hundred million in wealth just in this courtyard, yet you only plan to give us one million?"
The butler behind him was so frightened that his legs almost went weak.
Unfortunately, there was nothing that could be done to stop their young master from courting death.
He shouted, "Ha! You heard everything? So what! I just wanted to ask you to find a cat, how much more payment do you want?"
Shiba Kiyokawa remained calm and composed, remaining silent for a moment before slowly and deliberately asking, "What does your cat look like?"
It was as if he genuinely cared about the other party's request to find their cat.
The young master sneered triumphantly, thinking that the ninja in front of him had already given in. He immediately raised his chin, looking down at the ninja with an arrogant air, and began to explain.
"My cat is very valuable. It's a purebred, with black fur and markings on its face."
But before he could finish speaking, Shiba Kiyokawa suddenly drew his sword without warning and beheaded him in one stroke!
"Aaaaaah!"
The sudden shift from normal conversation to murder in the next second terrified all the servants in the courtyard, and their screams almost pierced the rain.
However, after killing the person, Shiba Kiyokawa still maintained the same calm expression, only saying lightly, "But I don't like black cats."
Behind him, Xiaoyu Zhengren stood up, arms crossed, and nodded in deep agreement.
They didn't see anything wrong with their owner's behavior, which was comparable to "I don't eat beef."
The butler finally couldn't bear it any longer and knelt down in the rain with a "thump".
In a hoarse voice, he questioned, "How...how could you do this? He is...his grandfather was a nobleman personally conferred the title by the daimyo forty years ago!"
Upon hearing this, Shiba Kiyokawa's only reaction was, "You all heard that? This is a three-generation family tradition. Go find everyone else with this surname, within three generations, leave no one alive. Hurry up, we're in a rush."
In the rain, the old butler uttered two "heh heh" sounds, then his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
Then Shiba Kiyokawa looked at one of the few people in the corner of the yard who wasn't screaming, and beckoned to that person to come over.
"I met you when I first visited the capital of the Rain Kingdom. You must be the one managing this family's business, right?"
"Yes..." the person answered cautiously.
"Okay, can you read? Can you write and do math?"
"Yes, I will."
"Very good. When you get back, write me an industry report, detailing the businesses this family runs, including their current operating status, inventory, cash flow, real estate holdings, and any debts or other issues. If it's well-written, you'll continue to manage these businesses."
The man was so frightened that he knelt down on the spot, shaking his head repeatedly and saying, "Sir, no, I'm just a servant. I have no status and can't enter the merchant guild. I've never even seen the face of the lord."
But Shiba Kiyokazu simply said casually, "That's not important."
The man continued rambling, "But I don't have the talent of a ninja, I can't follow you, sir, I'm just—"
Shiba Kiyokawa interrupted for the second time, this time with a more serious tone, but the content remained the same.
"I told you, none of that matters!"
At that moment, the person kneeling on the ground suddenly raised his head, and his eyes seemed to sparkle with starlight as he looked at Shiba Kiyokawa.
The tax official and Kakuzu exchanged a glance, both feeling a sudden increase in pressure.
Damn it, how did your perfectly good ninja organization manage to get involved in this kind of business?
(End of this chapter)