Despite his apparent strength and speed, the shinobi was noticeably inferior to me in every way, and even regeneration did not save him from being turned into a piece of meat, only prolonging his agony. I did not allow him to use ninjutsu against me, and when I started using Chakra no Mesu, I simply chopped him up in a couple of seconds.
The dark chakra still tried to keep life in his mangled body, but Oodama Rasengan, filled to the brim with chakra, put an end to his existence. The clones dealt with their enemies even faster. It was a pitiful sight.
Turning to the priests and miko, who were somewhat stunned by such a quick execution, I bowed politely.
"It seems we have common enemies, Ryo Nara is at your service.
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However, the temple defenders did not stare at me for long — the priestess stepped forward and bowed according to the rules.
"Greetings, Nara-don, thank you for your help," she straightened up and continued, "My name is Miroku, and I am the high priestess of this temple and Oni no Kuni.
"It's nice to meet you, and in light of what we've just seen, I'd like to know more about the current situation," I said, not bothering with pleasantries, approaching closer and calmly passing through the protective barrier, much to the relief of the five. "On the territory of your country, the Konohagakure team was attacked by local shinobi, and I am interested in punishment for the murder of our fighters, as well as searching for survivors."
"Nara-dono, I don't know who exactly you are looking for, but we have given shelter to a badly wounded shinobi from your village, as well as the merchant who was with him," the priestess informed me and led me towards the temple. "If you wish, I will take you to them."
"I'd be grateful!" I smiled, hearing the wonderful news.
Not only was Jonin alive and I wouldn't have to comb through a hell of a lot of ground looking for him, but my wealthy client was also safe and sound!
"Miroku-sama!" exclaimed one of the priests, looking at me suspiciously.
"Don't worry, Gonsho-kun, Morieu likes to use brute force rather than deception," the woman waved him away, turning toward the entrance to the building. "Besides, such a strong shinobi would not be tempted by borrowed strength."
I just snorted at her excessive suspicion, falling in behind the local hostess and stealing glances at her out of the corner of my eye.
She had long light gray hair, regular and beautiful features, and was quite tall for a woman — almost as tall as me — dressed in thick priestess robes with appropriate paintings and decorations, which nevertheless could not hide her medium-sized breasts, thin waist, and wide hips. She looked to be about twenty-three or twenty-five years old — the prime of a woman's life.
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