Hitomi walked quickly, kicking open the door to the hall. Inside, the room was filled with exquisitely dressed, handsome Flower Boys who looked at Hitomi in surprise.
Hitomi scanned the entire room.
Besides these handsome men, there were also many elderly noblewomen, as well as older men and grandfathers.
Hitomi watched in silence for a while.
Then she looked upstairs.
The activities up there were even more perverse, and Hitomi didn't particularly want to learn about them.
"Hey! You rude fellow! I am a noble of the Land of Water!"
A plump woman stood up, her face fierce, and she walked aggressively towards Hitomi.
Even though Hitomi was intimidating, she had seen more frightening Shinobi.
Already vexed by the events outside, she was about to tell Hitomi to get out when...
Hitomi unexpectedly rushed in front of her. Before she could react, a blade cut down.
The gash stretched from her shoulder to her belly. The fat woman fell backward, crashing heavily onto the wooden floor.
"Murder!"
A shriek shattered the silence, and then the hall descended into chaos.
Not bothering to get entangled with these people, just like her previous encounter, guards of nobles and merchants from all directions rushed out.
Hitomi drew her sword and charged, brandishing it amidst a chorus of shouts and killings.
She cut her way from the first floor to the second, then from the second to the third, and then to the fourth and fifth floors.
From time to time, Samurai guards screamed as they fell from the upper floors, splattering onto the ground like a puddle of mud.
During this time, for anyone truly disgusting, whether man or woman, Hitomi charged with a cold face and cut them down.
Afterward, she repeated the same words to the handsome men, then leapt from the fifth floor, landing heavily on the ground floor, and walked out of the establishment.
She headed to her next chosen target.
Approximately ten minutes later, Hitomi emerged.
How many people had she cut down?
Hitomi wasn't sure; she was too lazy to count. She just went to the next place, mechanically swinging her sword to kill, then walking out of the shop.
"Hey, hey, hey! I am a Great Noble of the Land of Earth!! Aren't you afraid of the Shinobi of my Land of Earth!! Ah!!!!!"
Hitomi cut down this fool with a single strike.
She somewhat didn't understand where their confidence to scare her came from.
"You fellow! I am a noble of the Land of Wind!!! Ah!!!!!"
The noble lord screamed as he fell.
By this point, Hitomi was somewhat used to it.
"Bastard!!! I am a noble of the Land of Lightning! Ah!!!!! Ah!!!!!"
This Brother, a noble from the Land of Lightning, was struck twice by Hitomi. The first cut was a bit shallow, and sensing the wrong feel, Hitomi instinctively followed up with another strike.
"I am a noble of the Land of Rice Fields, Shinobi! Retreat quickly, otherwise... Ah!!!!!"
It wasn't just the Great Nations; even the nobles of smaller countries were like this.
At this point, Hitomi wondered if all nobles were idiots.
Each one of them, she didn't know what they were thinking.
Hitomi was a bit confused, feeling that their thought processes were a bit different from normal people.
But, who cared.
Just cut them down and be done with it.
Hitomi walked into the next shop.
Soon, screams erupted inside the shop.
If a shop had few personal guards, the cutting was fast; if it had many, it was slow.
During this time, not all Samurai were fearless.
Many cowardly Samurai directly threw down their swords and fled.
Hitomi didn't pursue them; their lives depended on Naori's mood.
However, they were truly weak.
Some of these Samurai had cultivated Chakra, but they had no Ninjutsu.
They only knew some basic Chakra enhancements for physical abilities, not even basic operations like tree climbing.
During this time, she hadn't encountered any guarding Shinobi.
Hitomi knew the reason for this: it was just for pleasure-seeking, not rising to the level of a B-rank mission.
At this moment, Hitomi arrived at a special, non-operating shop.
This place mostly housed children under the age of ten.
The caretakers were Samurai and Shinobi from the Flower Street.
In the spacious courtyard, a large number of Samurai and several Shinobi surrounded Hitomi, who had intruded.
From the three-story building in the distance, many girls peered out of the windows, curiously watching the scene in the courtyard.
Hitomi took a deep breath.
Then she drew her sword and slashed from her spot.
Secret Sword: Pigeon Tiger
A blue, extended blade spun in a circle like a flying bird.
The next second, the fiercely aggressive Samurai who had surrounded Hitomi slowly split into two halves and fell to the ground, their screams erupting from their bisected bodies.
Along with several Shinobi who couldn't react in time, one move completed the clear-out.
Hitomi stepped over the crying Samurai and silently entered this place, which should have been called a school.
Soon after, the screams of men and women, on the verge of death, erupted inside the building.
A moment later, the main door opened, and girl after girl rushed out, scrambling over each other.
Older children led younger ones, and some children even carried babies in their arms.
Standing at the corridor window, watching the scene below, Hitomi felt a little breathless.
The children, like little birds, chased after freedom, their joyful laughter constantly reaching her ears.
It was like little birds briefly leaving their cage.
Hitomi realized that the Ninja World was not just the world of Shinobi; the cruelty these children experienced was also a part of the Ninja World.
It was one of the tragedies created by the Ninja World.
She really wanted to ask these people why they didn't resist.
But Hitomi knew resistance was impossible.
Then she wanted to ask why resistance was impossible.
Because...
"So, Shinobi are just the running dogs of the powerful, huh?"
That's just...
"Quite laughable."
Hitomi clenched the sword in her hand tightly, with such force that the veins on the back of her hand bulged.
Hitomi laughed aloud.
"Father, is this what you called a bigger cage?"
"I will break it for you to see."
Holding her sword, she leapt from the window, landing, and then Hitomi walked towards the next location.
Under the Byakugan's gaze, the piles of delicate white bones in the backyard stung Hitomi's pure eyes.
Her red clothes became even more vivid, almost black.
Boiling killing intent surged and rose.
Unforgivable! Beyond forgiveness!
All she could do now was kill.
These people were the cage holding the free little birds!
They were Hitomi's lifelong enemies!
In the distance, Miki, sensing Hitomi's surging killing intent through her insects, felt a headache coming on.
This child had lost control of her emotions.
It was a bit troublesome.
Miki considered stopping her, but after a moment, she gave up.
Never mind, let her vent.
It would make her feel a little better.
Through her swarm of insects, Miki looked in another direction.
The River Country was reacting slowly.
The scouting Summer Red Soldier observed the commotion of soldiers; the camp was stirring, and an emergency assembly was beginning in the night.
The scale and number of people didn't seem large.
The standing spearmen and archers combined were only a few hundred.
Time was running out.
Many Flower Prostitutes had already escaped the Flower Street under the cover of night and chaos.
But this alone was far from truly escaping; they would eventually be captured by the River Country.
They had to get out of the city.
Flower Street was an important asset of the River Country; several nobles, and even nobles from beyond the River Country, depended on this industry to make big money.
Therefore, these Flower Prostitutes could not escape in groups; it was best for them to scatter and then live under new identities.
However...
Flower Street would eventually be rebuilt, and if these Flower Prostitutes couldn't be found, other women, whether voluntarily or by force, would become new Flower Prostitutes.
Perhaps they would be swindled, perhaps abducted, perhaps lost by a gambling husband, or perhaps sold by impoverished parents.
And so on...
Such things would always happen.
Change was not something that could be easily accomplished in a short time.
And, first, the root of the problem had to be found.
Only then could the problem be solved.
Miki closed her eyes.
The Summer Red Soldier swooped down, exploding all around the barracks.
This was a warning; if the opposing general was smart enough, he would make a wise choice.
Miki didn't want to make things difficult for these low-ranking soldiers who were just earning their wages.
But these soldiers would cause great trouble for the Flower Prostitutes' escape.
After the explosions, the tense soldiers remained on alert, not leaving the camp for a long time.
But such a small trick could only buy some time.
It depended on how much pressure this general could withstand.
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