Hearing Rasa admit it personally.
Ume stopped kowtowing instantly.
She raised her red forehead full of stone marks, looking frantically and excitedly at the pale-faced handsome young man in front of her.
Ume opened her mouth slightly, seemingly wanting to say something.
But in the end, she just closed her lips again, a shallow smile appearing on her face, and excited tears flowing silently from her red eyes.
Looking down at her, Rasa also squatted down and reached out to stroke the beautiful hair on her face gently.
Being stroked by Rasa, the shallow smile on Ume's face instantly transformed into a fanatical smile, and became more and more like a fanatic.
The girl extended her hands and hugged Rasa's thigh tightly.
She closed her eyes, tears still flowing constantly.
While crying, she felt a sense of security she had never had since her breasts were cut off a few months ago.
Rasa also stroked the girl's hair gently, while trying to concentrate on feeling the special power constantly surging from the girl crying excitedly in front of him into his body.
This special power was very faint.
Even Rasa had to feel it carefully to barely perceive this power.
"Believer's wish power?"
"Power of faith?"
Various related thoughts floated through Rasa's mind constantly.
Finally, he shook his head and said softly:
"Alright, I haven't eaten for six days. Prepare a meal."
Half an hour later.
Looking at Ume who was busy preparing ingredients with a heartfelt smile on her face.
Rasa, who had recovered some physical strength after half an hour of rest, closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he had activated Sage Mode.
Under the condition of activating Sage Mode and perception increasing by five times.
The originally very vague things could finally be felt a little clearer.
Under Rasa's perception in Sage Mode, a steady stream of something tentatively called "power of faith" surged from Ume into his body constantly.
But the amount of this thing was too small, and Rasa didn't find a way to use it.
Feeling this power of faith, Rasa frowned slightly.
If Ume, facing desperation and seeing his various performances.
She, who didn't understand ninjutsu, could only automatically interpret it as divine art in her heart.
Like a drowning person grasping the last straw, she stubbornly believed that he was some so-called Great God of Holy Breasts.
Placing the last hope of restoring giant breasts on him, this generated the so-called power of faith.
The question is, why didn't he feel such faith when he was in the ninja world?
In the Sand Ninja Village, there were at least tens of thousands of ninjas and civilians who worshiped him frantically like Ume and regarded him as a savior.
Even without Ume's madness, there were more than three hundred thousand civilians who simply worshiped him ordinarily.
Such a large number.
Not to mention detecting it in normal times, even in the state of activating Sage Mode, there was no perception at all.
Is it because the world rules are different?
Rasa thought for a while and soon denied this conjecture.
In a world like the ninja world where souls truly exist, the power of faith definitely exists.
Hidan is the best proof.
Looking at it this way, obviously it was intercepted by some existences?
Before coming to the ninja world initially, Rasa had thought about similar questions.
Why did the Jashin sect in the Land of Hot Water bother to create a fanatic like Hidan favored by Jashin?
What exactly is the Jashin behind Hidan?
His immortal body couldn't be explained simply by things like Kekkei Genkai.
Also the "Shinigami" summoned by the Uzumaki clan's bottom-of-the-box sealing jutsu.
And non-human existences like the Three Great Sage Regions, what have they been plotting for so many years?
Really just purely naturally kind and naturally righteous?
Thinking of this, Rasa shook his head.
It seemed that after returning to the ninja world, he had to go to the Land of Hot Water.
He didn't want to provoke the Three Great Sage Regions and the Shinigami who could harvest souls for the time being.
But the Jashin behind the Land of Hot Water could be probed.
As for now.
The faith provided by Ume alone was too weak.
Expand this faith as quickly as possible.
Preferably expanding to the whole of Japan, to realize whether his idea is correct, this is the business.
If it were in the ninja world, Rasa would absolutely dare not engage in this kind of sect faith.
If he dared to engage in this kind of faith that looked improper at first glance blatantly, or even just engaged in faith, he would definitely be attacked by the entire ninja world.
Even within the Sand Ninja Village, there would be opposition.
But in the low martial arts world of Manyū Hiken-chō with seriously distorted concepts, Rasa could just use it as an experimental field.
Just like the experimental field Rasa once made in that small country in Basilisk: The Kouga Ninja Scrolls.
The Kouga and Iga clans, in the close contact of these six months, many misunderstandings and estrangements had gradually resolved.
According to Kagerō, the surviving men of the two clans no longer fought each other.
Although occasional verbal disputes were still inevitable, the situation had developed in a better direction.
As long as there were no major accidents, the two clans had a high probability of merging into an intimate clan in a hundred years.
A few minutes later.
Looking at the very simple meal on the table, Rasa still had a smile on his face and said without any disdain:
"Good cooking skills."
Ume, who was originally worried whether the god would dislike the meal being too simple.
Seeing Rasa's expression, the big stone hanging in her heart was put down immediately.
Sure enough, the Great God of Holy Breasts was as approachable as in the legend!
"In the future, call me My Lord as before."
"Yes, My Lord!"
Half an hour later.
Rasa, who had eaten and drunk enough, finally returned to normal physical condition, and his face was no longer bloodless as before.
"Tha... that... My Lord... can you help me restore my cut-off breasts..."
Seeing Rasa whose condition was obviously much better than before.
Ume hesitated for a while, gritted her teeth, and said carefully.
Hearing Ume's request, Rasa showed no surprise on his face, he just pondered.
Although the world of Manyū Hiken-chō was only a world barely stepping into the low martial arts level.
But in some aspects, it was more outrageous than the medium martial arts world, and could even be called fantasy.
For example, the Manyū clan and the Munenori clan passed down from ancient times.
The secret techniques inherited by these two clans could cut off women's breasts without causing any harm to the body.
A G-cup giant breast, they could easily cut into an A-cup.
But this ability was not inherent, it must be trained.
Plus without competitors, after a long period of peace.
Many scums who liked to cut off innocent women's breast volume appeared in the Manyū clan.
Some simply practiced their breast-cutting flow techniques with this.
But most were just bad by nature, liking to play with this and appreciate others' painful expressions.
Ume in front of him was one of the victims.
A few months ago, she was a famous beauty in several nearby villages.
But she was cut off her breasts by a mad dog taking a few small mad dogs, becoming flat.
Not only was the engagement broken off, but even her parents committed suicide because of this.
However, compared with this, the Munenori clan was more magical.
Because the Munenori clan could not only cut off people's breast volume.
But also plunder the breast volume from them to themselves, making their own cup size bigger.
And could defiantly distribute these plundered breast volumes to other women.
In this distorted world where whoever has big breasts makes sense.
The Munenori clan possessing such heaven-defying ability was unsurprisingly wiped out decades ago because of standing on the wrong side.
Only a few kittens remained, and the number was becoming scarcer.
Thinking of this, Rasa looked at Ume looking at him with a face full of expectation.
He knew his own situation.
Wanting to restore Ume's cut-off breast volume to the original giant breasts.
Rasa was not confident to do it.
Wanting the cut-off breast volume to regenerate naturally.
This actually involved Yin-Yang Release.
But in this half year, Rasa didn't see anything related to Yin-Yang Release from the system.
As for simple Chakra Healing Jutsu, didn't know if it was useful.
"I am still in a seriously injured state, maybe not much effect. Don't hold too much hope."
Although guessing in his heart that there might not be much effect, Rasa still decided to try.
But just in case, he decided to give a warning first.
Ume nodded excitedly immediately, saying repeatedly:
"I know, but even if there is no effect, it doesn't matter!"
After saying this, Ume looked at Rasa again.
Before he could speak actively, Ume gritted her teeth slightly, pulled hard with both hands, and the kimono on her body was torn open instantly, revealing a white and graceful girl's body.
As Ume's body was exposed in front of Rasa.
A faint virgin fragrance rushed into Rasa's nose.
Facing such a beautiful scene, the expression on Rasa's face didn't change at all.
Although Ume's body curves were very graceful and her skin was flawless white.
But Rasa had more than a dozen women, all of whom were top-notch beauties, and his concentration was hundreds of times better than before.
And Ume's unbelievably flat chest made Rasa uninterested at all.
This was not discrimination against flat chests, purely just uninterested.
Ume, blushing and turning her head to the side, kept looking at Rasa from the corner of her eye.
When seeing his face very calm, without any expression of disdain or disgust, she breathed a sigh of relief.
The originally unstable fanatical worship in her heart also unknowingly began to become stable.
In this world where giant breasts were respected.
As long as the breasts were big, even if looking ordinary or even ugly, it didn't matter, there were still a bunch of good men rushing to marry you.
But if flat-chested, instantly falling to the bottom of the same class, anyone could step on.
Could only make do with men one class lower, or even two classes lower, who couldn't find wives.
Even the parents and other relatives who originally spoiled her very much would dislike her endlessly.
Flat chests just have no human rights.
Rasa extended his broad palms, covering gently on Ume's impoverished breasts.
Although there was no plump feel, very uncomfortable.
But the wonderful softness possessed by the girl's holy place itself also made Rasa lost in thought briefly.
"Mmh hum..."
Ume's pure twin peaks, which had become extremely flat, were touched by a man for the first time.
She got goosebumps all over instantly, a wonderful feeling rising from her heart.
This strange feeling made her involuntarily let out a suppressed pleasant hum.
Rasa covered her breasts with both hands, and faint warm white light began to emit from his palms.
Ume, who was thinking wildly, suddenly felt a very warm feeling coming from her breasts, and even her internal organs felt warm because of this.
She closed her eyes comfortably immediately, quietly feeling this warm sensation.
Even the originally excited and nervous emotions were temporarily suppressed, with only one thought in her heart:
"Is this the divine art of the god..."
Unlike Ume closing her eyes and enjoying the comfortable feeling of her body's internal organs.
Rasa continued to increase the intensity of Chakra, and the white light on his hands changed from the original pale color to milky white.
Although many small hidden injuries in Ume's body were healed because of this.
But Ume's flat chest didn't change at all, still unbelievably flat.
After lasting for dozens of seconds.
Rasa, who was ready to give up in his heart, suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
He separated a trace of mind, transferring all that power of faith gathered in his body to his hands, releasing it together with Chakra Healing Jutsu.
The originally milky white Chakra Healing Jutsu instantly turned into dazzling white light.
In less than a second, Rasa felt a little undulation on the flat chest covered by his hands!
Ume, who was closing her eyes to feel, suddenly sweated on her beautiful face, moaning softly with a flushed face.
The exposed snow-white skin on her upper body also became flushed.
A few seconds later.
Rasa released his hands, looking at the bowl-sized breasts that had become B-cup, as white as first snow in front of him.
He breathed a sigh of relief, a trace of joy emanating from his heart.
It seemed that this power of faith was indeed as versatile as he imagined.
Although because the power of faith obtained from Ume was not much, it could only change her from pair A to B.
But it was enough. In this way, Ume would become his true fanatic.
And with Ume as a perfect example, the initial primitive accumulation would be much easier to do.
"My... my breasts are restored?!"
"Is this a dream?"
Ume with a flushed face felt those warm hands move away from her chest.
So she opened her eyes carefully, looked down, and shockingly found that the originally unbelievably flat chest had actually become bowl-sized breasts!
Although the size of these breasts was far less than half of hers before.
But for the current Ume, as long as they could be restored, it was enough to make her ecstatic!
Moreover, didn't St... no, Lord Rasa say he was still in a seriously injured state?
It was also very reasonable to restore only like this in a seriously injured state!
Ume excitedly wanted to hug Rasa.
But soon remembering his identity, Ume retreated a few steps immediately, performing a dogeza respectfully.
"My Lord, thank you so much!"
"From now on, Ume is your most loyal believer!"
Feeling the power of faith constantly emerging from Ume, several times more than before.
Looking at Ume who had completely become a fanatic.
Rasa narrowed his eyes slightly, looking outside the wooden house.
...
At this time, hundreds of meters outside Ume's wooden house.
Twenty-something samurai were approaching that wooden house carefully.
After a period of time, finally approaching a distance of dozens of meters from the wooden house.
The leading samurai shouted softly:
"Okay, just stop here."
"Prepare for battle!"
Twenty-something samurai began to take their positions.
More than a dozen samurai holding shields in their left hands and swords in their left hands stood at the very front.
The remaining dozen samurai stood in the middle, holding bows and arrows, beginning to aim at the door of the wooden house.
The remaining few samurai held long swords, guarding around the leading samurai.
Seeing that the subordinates around were all ready.
The leading samurai exhaled lightly, his somewhat nervous mood finally relaxing.
Although among the three samurai responsible for searching for the murderer of Inoshichirō and others.
Suddenly only one escaped back seriously injured, only having time to say there was a demon here before dying due to excessive blood loss.
But he really didn't believe it much. Maybe the opponent was just a sword master, simply fast, so fast that the samurai who escaped back couldn't detect it.
Although many people in the world believed in gods, how could gods really exist?
Gods don't exist, so the so-called demons who know demon arts and evil arts naturally don't exist either.