Pillar was stunned on the spot.

Looking at the bright katana in the hands of those samurai, I suddenly thought of another power in this world.

Warrior!

Where is the combat effectiveness of countries.

In the world of ninjas, in addition to ninjas, there are also samurai.

These samurai wore heavy armor and protected themselves inside, and with sharp katanas in their hands, they were all very powerful.

The strength of these samurai is not as good as that of the ninjas in the later period, but they still have a certain chance of winning against some subordinate ninjas.

The Iron Country in the anime has a very strong samurai army, which is also the Daimyo of the Iron Country at that time, and it can be relied on to preside over the Five Shadows Talks.

Tsuruma looked at these samurai in front of him, if he was an ordinary person, he was really no match for these samurai.

All of a sudden.

A lot of people gathered around.

Looking towards the Daimyo's Mansion, everyone noticed the man in the red-orange armor, and couldn't help but point out what the pillars were wearing.

"Why is this man dressed so strangely?"

"That's not a good person!"

"Listen to the samurai's meaning that this person is going to trespass on the Daimyo's Mansion!"

"Wait, this person, why do I look familiar, I seem to have seen it somewhere?"

"Don't think about it, if you've ever seen this kind of fancy dress, then you must be impressed, but if you can't remember it now, you probably haven't seen it!"

“……”

There were voices of discussion all around, and everyone's eyes were focused on the pillars, and their eyes were full of strangeness.

Pillar didn't pay attention to the people around him.

The gaze was always on these samurai.

I wondered what kind of words I would use to say this.

After all, these people just follow the rules, and there is no need to embarrass them!

However.

It was at this time.

A young man walked past the pillars, twisting his head and staring at the pillars, his eyes like those of a beggar in the street.

"Oh my God, what is this, dressed like this and running to the gate of the Daimyo's mansion, blast him out!"

The young man casually greeted the samurai at the door, and then walked towards the Daimyo's Mansion.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

The samurai all let out strange laughs, but the armor obscured their faces, making it difficult to see their specific expressions.

"Why can he go in?"

The pillar directly raised his hand and pointed to the young man who walked to the door of the Daimyo's Mansion, and then added, "I think he is quite idle, didn't he say that idlers are not allowed to enter!" ”

“……”

The audience fell silent in an instant.

So that's what the idler meant!

The enthusiasm of the onlookers was even higher, and they felt that they could watch a good show, and the scene was becoming more and more interesting.

All of a sudden.

Everyone is waiting with bated breath.

Looking forward to what is to come.

Suddenly.

The young man who walked to the gate stopped directly, turned his head, looked at the pillars, and a cruel smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, and the whole person looked very cold.

"Who are you?"

"You dare to compare it to me."

"Are you impatient?"

"Samurai!"

"Such a person is blocked at the door, it affects the image of the Daimyo's Mansion too much!"

"Get rid of it!"

Let's talk about it.

The young man walked directly into the Daimyo's mansion, and his figure disappeared from everyone's sight.

"You heard, we advise you to get out by yourself, if we let us do it, it won't be so easy!"

One of the samurai shook the sharp katana in his hand, and the threat conveyed by his body movements was so threatening that it seemed that if he didn't leave, the sword would be cut down.

"You people are a bit interesting, I could have been unreasonable, but I just wanted to reason with you, but you were unreasonable!"

The pillars looked at the samurai who were shiny with their katanas.

Throughout.

His name was not asked.

Purpose.

Not even to report it.

Just because he was wearing a Warring States period armor, he directly started to pick people up?

This is the Fire Nation Daimyo's Mansion?!

Tsuruma has no impression of the daimyo of the ninja world, and when he watched anime in the past, the daimyo of the land of fire only appeared in his memories and determined the candidate for the next generation of Hokage.

"Still."

Tsuruma grinned, and the conversation changed sharply, staring at the eight samurai in front of him.

"Since you kindly gave me a chance just now, then I'll give you a chance too, now hurry up, if you let me do it, it won't be so easy!"

Tsuruma almost returned the samurai's words, and as he spoke, he folded his hands in front of his chest in the classic posture of pretending.

It's a pity.

These people are too weak.

If you release a task, it may not even be a C level.

At best, it's a sword.

Then it all starts with the Daimyo Mansion of the Land of Fire!

"Hahahahaha......"

Suddenly.

The samurai burst into laughter.

Everyone clutched their stomachs, as if they had heard some extremely ridiculous joke, and they couldn't even hold their knives.

Laughed for a while.

The samurai stopped.

Then he drew everyone's katana and aimed it at the pillar.

"Looks like you're tired of being crooked!"

The samurai's voice became cold, and without the laughter just now, there was a strong murderous aura on his body, and he had already had a murderous intent towards the pillars.

These samurai.

Able to guard the door of the Daimyo's Mansion.

None of them are weakling.

"No mercy!"

One of the samurai let out a loud shout and immediately took the katana in his hand and slashed towards the pillar, leaving the seven samurai without even moving.

No one thought that against such a man in fancy costume, it would take two elite samurai to be used.

Just one person.

Enough!

Swish!

The katana slashed through a cold light and slashed directly at the head of the pillars, and the slash was full of force, and it was very obvious that he wanted to directly chop the pillars to death.

The sword flashed and the edge was revealed.

Some of the onlookers had closed their eyes, and they had already made up for the picture of the blood splattered between the pillars, especially those with children, who had already begun to block the children's eyes and hold the children in their arms.

The onlookers in front took a few steps back.

No one wants to eat melons and be cheaply blooded when watching a play.

The seven samurai who didn't make a move, looking at the pillars, their eyes were full of banter and contempt, and it felt like they were about to shoot a fly to death.

However.

Just as the katana was about to slash at the center of the eyebrows between the pillars.

The pillar reached out like lightning, and the index and middle fingers of his right hand were separated, and he steadily caught the slashed katana.

There was no sound.

The samurai just felt a tremendous force, and directly stopped the katana, and the blade was still some distance away from the hand between the pillars.

But that's the distance.

But it has become an insurmountable chasm.

Let him try as hard as he wants.

There is no way to move forward.

"Can a broken knife kill me?"

The indifferent voice between the pillars sounded leisurely, echoing between heaven and earth, and clearly reaching everyone's ears, suddenly making those who had closed their eyes all open their eyes.