"The thieves in the house, you have been surrounded by us. Put your hands behind your neck and come out obediently!"
The man's shouting voice spread into the wooden house.
Hearing this shouting voice.
Ume's expression became flustered instantly, but soon she remembered something, looking up at Rasa, her eyes becoming firm again.
Rasa, who had been turning his head to look outside, blinked.
"You stay in the house. Without my permission, don't come out."
After saying this, Rasa walked straight out of the house.
Hearing this, Ume stayed in the house very obediently.
Although she stayed in the house.
But she picked up a knife from the side, walked quietly to the window, and carefully observed the development outside from the window crack.
Although knowing the god is omnipotent.
But her god was now in a seriously injured state. A god in a seriously injured state was obviously not omnipotent.
If any accident happened to her god, even if the probability was close to zero.
Observing all the time, she could also rush out at any time to do her bit.
The leading samurai standing outside the house protected by others looked at the wooden house with no response.
His body began to tense up, his hands clenched slightly, just about to continue shouting.
The tattered wooden door was pushed open.
A handsome man with tattered clothes, a somewhat pale face, looking in his twenties, exuding an inexplicable majesty, walked out of the house.
Seeing this man exuding inexplicable majesty, the leading samurai breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
Sure enough, just as he thought.
The man in front of him didn't look like a so-called demon in any way.
More like a highly respected sword master.
Since not a demon who knew various evil arts, there was nothing to fear.
Even if he was a sword master, capturing him shouldn't be a big problem for them.
Nothing more than paying a few more lives.
But in this long peaceful era, the last thing lacking was people.
But just in case, to prevent the man in front of him from having any extraordinary background.
Better try to solve it in a peaceful way.
After all, a man who could kill three samurai instantly and had such superb swordsmanship was definitely not cultivated by any dilapidated dojo.
The leading samurai cleared his throat and said with a pretentious tone:
"Are you the one who killed the samurai of our Magistrate's Office?"
"Do you know how much disaster this move will bring you?"
"As long as you come with us obediently and confess your guilt obediently, the crime can be reduced due to circumstances."
Rasa touched his chin where fine stubble had grown because of not shaving for six days.
Feeling the prickly touch of the beard on his face, he showed a gentle smile on his face:
"Why talk so much nonsense?"
"A bunch of Shogunate lackeys, do it quickly!"
If in normal times, Rasa would definitely choose a gentle solution.
But now, making a name for himself as soon as possible, letting more people realize him, and collecting the power of faith as soon as possible was the right way.
Let me ask, what method works best than letting the Shogunate samurai promote him?
Letting the frightened samurai promote him can attract attention at the fastest speed.
The leading samurai was instantly angered by Rasa's arrogant attitude and words.
How many years?
How many years had it been since he heard the address of lackey face to face?
Didn't expect to hear the address of lackey again today.
Since this person didn't appreciate favors, then fulfill his wish.
And if he really had any big background, he wouldn't be reduced to staying in such a small place, and his clothes were so tattered!
"Release arrows!"
More than a dozen samurai who had already prepared instantly drew their bows and nocked their arrows, aiming at Rasa from a distance.
In just a few breaths, the well-trained samurai shot the sharp arrows.
Whoosh!!
A series of breaking air sounds rang out.
The leading samurai, who had been tensing his body and ready for the next move at any time, saw that the young man still stood in place without any movement.
His tense body relaxed instantly, and a smug smile appeared on his face again.
A short distance of dozens of meters, at the speed of an arrow flying to that guy, only took two or three breaths.
This guy hadn't made any movement yet. By the time he started to react, he would have been dead long ago.
However, the next second, the smug smile on the leading samurai's face froze instantly.
Clang! Clang!
Only to see those dozen sharp arrows flying fast.
Stopped one meter away from that young man, as if isolated by something invisible, and were knocked down to the ground one after another!
Looking at this incomprehensible scene.
The leading samurai rubbed his eyes incredulously.
But unfortunately, when he opened his eyes again.
In front of him was still the scene of the man standing unharmed in place, and more than a dozen arrows being knocked down by invisible things at a distance of one meter away.
Gulp!
The leading samurai swallowed nervously, making an obvious swallowing sound.
If this guy swung his sword at an amazing speed at the critical moment to cut off all the dozen arrows in front of him.
He could barely accept it.
But obviously he didn't move at all, yet more than a dozen arrows were all cut off by invisible things one meter away from him.
This thing that couldn't be explained by common sense at all made the leading samurai unacceptable in all aspects!
Could it be that what the guy who escaped back said was true?
This young man really knew how to use evil arts?
But impossible. Obviously the so-called gods didn't exist at all.
Gods were just things imagined by people to comfort their hearts.
If they really existed, why hadn't there been any rumors of manifestation for so many years?
As for those so-called evil arts, even more impossible to exist. Even if there were, they could only be illusions!
Wait, illusions?
The leading samurai who thought of various possibilities in just one breath suddenly lit up his eyes.
He murmured to himself, seemingly cheering for himself and the subordinates around him.
"This is an illusion. Don't be confused by him."
"Just like the so-called ghost descending into the oil pan!"
The surrounding flustered samurai heard the words of their superior.
They immediately remembered various classic tricks of charlatans they had seen through.
So they barely calmed down one by one.
Although the body still trembled inevitably, at least it was much better than before.
"All attack together!"
With the light roar of the leading samurai.
More than a dozen shield-holding samurai standing at the very front forced themselves to endure the fear in their hearts and began to rush towards Rasa.
More than a dozen samurai in the middle also drew their bows and nocked their arrows again.
However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred.
The dozen shield-holding samurai originally rushing in front suddenly turned their heads inexplicably.
They raised their long swords and slashed viciously at their colleagues behind them!
Crack!
Caught off guard, more than a dozen samurai ready to shoot arrows were cut down along with their bows!
After cutting down more than a dozen archers.
The shield-holding samurai pursued the victory, slashing mercilessly at the archers who collapsed on the ground struggling due to pain.
The leading samurai watched helplessly as the weird and terrifying scene unfolded in front of him.
The calm barely maintained on his face collapsed instantly, his face full of fear and despair.
Before he could speak.
The shield-holding samurai, who had hacked all the dozen archers lying on the ground to death, threw down the shields in their hands invariably.
They slashed at the nearest colleagues standing next to them again!
The shield-holding samurai went crazy inexplicably, hacked the archers behind them to death.
Finally, they threw down the shields in their hands crazily, doing no protection for their bodies, and killed each other.
This extremely weird scene was completely beyond the understanding of the leading samurai.
He swallowed the words he was about to speak into his stomach, just looking stiffly at the scene of more than a dozen samurai hacking each other continuously in front of him.
The increasingly thick smell of blood rushed into his nose, passing through the nose into every nerve of his body.
Several samurai guarding him were even more unbearable.
Vaguely could see warm liquid flowing down the trousers under the crotch of several samurai guarding him.
Rasa, whose body had not moved at all from beginning to end, saw the expressions on the faces of those few samurai.
He nodded. Almost done.
So Rasa put on a gentle smile on his face again, as if the bloody scene in front of him was nothing at all.
"Shogunate lackeys, get out."
After saying this, Rasa forcibly suppressed the inexplicable shame rising in his heart, continuing to maintain the gentle smile on his face and said:
"Remember, I am the Great God of Holy Breasts!"
Hearing Rasa's words, the leading samurai reacted first. He screamed out loud, and a trace of water suddenly appeared on his clean crotch, expanding quickly.
But the leading samurai didn't care about these, hurriedly turned around and ran away in panic.
"Ahhh!"
The other few samurai also reacted a few seconds later.
They moved their stiff bodies due to fear, scrambling to turn around and flee in panic.
Looking at the samurai who ran dozens of meters away in a blink of an eye.
The smile on Rasa's face finally disappeared.
At the same time, the dozen samurai killing each other finally finished killing each other.
The yellow mud ground was dyed red by the blood flowing from the bodies of more than twenty dead samurai.
The smell of blood gradually became thick.
Even if a breeze blew, it couldn't disperse this increasingly thick smell of blood.
"My Lord, are you okay?"
The closed door was pushed open again, revealing a cute girl's head.
Ume's beautiful little face was full of paleness and nervousness, but she didn't run out.
Obviously still firmly remembering Rasa's previous instruction not to go out.
Seeing Ume only revealing a head, looking very cute.
Rasa laughed, but said somewhat gratifiedly:
"Alright, you can come out now."
No matter which man, likes obedient women.
Rasa was no exception.
Ume trotted out instantly. After walking to Rasa's side.
Only then did she look at the bodies of more than twenty samurai lying on the ground.
When seeing the various expressions of those more than twenty samurai before death and the thick smell of blood.
Ume's pale face just became paler, and slight fear.
But no vomiting or collapse appeared.
Rasa, who had been observing Ume, nodded approvingly in his heart.
Psychological quality was much better than he imagined.
But also true. A few days before stepping into happiness, suddenly inexplicably cut off breast volume, becoming a flat chest that anyone could step on.
Immediately afterwards, engagement broken off because of this, parents also chose to commit suicide because they couldn't bear such a huge sense of loss, and suffered all kinds of supercilious looks.
If Ume's psychological endurance wasn't strong, she would have committed suicide long ago. How could she live alone until now?
Rasa extended his hand, stroking Ume's smooth cheek.
"From now on, you are my spokesperson."
Originally stroked on the cheek by Rasa, Ume lowered her head due to shyness.
But hearing Rasa's words, she immediately raised her head in surprise.
Becoming the spokesperson of a god was the supreme honor that any believer dreamed of.
What's more, becoming the spokesperson of a god appearing in the present world!
"Let's dispose of these bodies."
Half an hour later.
Rasa sat cross-legged on the tatami.
Ume sat opposite Rasa with her head lowered very obediently like a primary school student admitting a mistake.
"So that's it. I wondered why those three samurai came to find you."
"It turned out that when I fell, I just happened to crush those hooligans who troubled you to death."
Rasa nodded suddenly realizing.
Seeing the lowered head of Ume, his mind turned and smiled:
"You don't need to blame yourself. For my believers, even if provoking the entire Shogunate, so what?"
Ume immediately looked up at Rasa with a moved face.
Looking at Ume with a moved face and tears faintly in her eyes.
Rasa continued with an unchanged smile:
"Then have you saved a woman named Chifusa Manyū?"
Ume blinked, and the tears in her eyes turned into a string of tears falling down with her movement.
Then she said without hesitation:
"Yes, My Lord."
Speaking of this, Ume hurried to add:
"I saved her seven days ago. Although she is from the Manyū clan, she has betrayed the Manyū clan, and also said she wants to break the world where big breasts are respected. She is a very good person!"
After confirming the current timeline from Ume, Rasa thought in his heart.
Since Chifusa Manyū was saved seven days ago, calculating with 7 days.
With her foot speed, she should have almost arrived at the inn now?
Thinking of this, Rasa shook his head.
Ignore her for now.
It is the right way to expand the number of believers of the Great God of Holy Breasts as soon as possible.
"Now let's go to propagate in nearby villages."
"First go to the homes of those miserable women whose breast volume was cut off like you."
...
"Great God of Holy Breasts?"
"What is this thing? Why haven't I heard of it?"
In the Magistrate's Office, the handsome Magistrate in his thirties frowned at the several samurai kneeling on the ground trembling in front of him.
The leading samurai wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his hand, but in a few seconds, more cold sweat appeared on his forehead again.
He took a deep breath. After taking twenty seconds to barely calm the fear in his heart, the leading samurai said with a trembling voice:
"My Lord, he calls himself the Great God of Holy Breasts."
"This Great God of Holy Breasts is a new god that has emerged among the people in these ten years, believed in by those flat-chested women."
"Flat-chested women believe that the Great God of Holy Breasts will turn them into giant breasts."
The Magistrate showed a mocking smile on his handsome face, raising his eyebrows:
"No wonder I haven't heard of this god."
"Turns out to be a lower god standing on the side of lower women?"
"Pass down the order, gather all forces, and go to crusade against this demon tomorrow."
Hearing the Magistrate's words, the leading samurai collapsed instantly.
Disregarding the difference in status, he quickly crawled to the Magistrate's feet, hugging the Magistrate's legs, wailing:
"My Lord, he is definitely a god!"
"Not a sword master who knows some illusions as you think!"
"Let's not provoke him anymore!"
Thump!
The leading samurai who was wailing in collapse suddenly felt a pain in his stomach.
Before he looked down, his whole person flew backward more than ten meters instantly, hitting the wall solidly.
The leading samurai kicked to the wall hurried to raise his head just wanting to say something.
His mouth moved slightly, suddenly his head tilted, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.
Fainted because of the huge pain coming from his stomach constantly.
Looking at the fainted samurai, the Magistrate patted his shoes disdainfully.
How could there be gods in this world?
As a hereditary noble, the Magistrate knew better than the leading samurai that there were no so-called gods in the world at all.
And this so-called Great God of Holy Breasts actually stood on the side of flat chests.
Then no matter how powerful he was, he must be eliminated.
Even if he was really a so-called god, he must be eliminated at all costs.
Otherwise, when the number of believers believing in him expanded, it would definitely affect the rule of the Shogunate!
He said coldly:
"What an idiot scared out of his wits!"
"Gather all forces, go and solve that demon tomorrow."
Speaking of this, the Magistrate was silent for a while, adding:
"Forget it. Since he could solve more than twenty samurai and scare you out of your wits, presumably he is a top master. Should be careful."
"Don't move for the time being. Write a letter, notify those people, let them send some masters to assist us."