Turning towards the rest of the Samurai who were now quite literally shaking in their plated boots. Kazuo's expression changed once more into a friendly smile.
"Why are you guys shaking so much? Almost making it seem like im some kinda scary guy, im just your friendly next door guy y'know?" Kazuo said aloud with a playful tone of voice whilst lightly shaking his head as if he found the situation baffling.
"Monster…. Monster." A samurai at the back murmured to himself, however in the deep silence that currently occupied the slum district street, it was as loud as a shout, no one spoke in reply to his words however each and every other Samurai felt the words get ingrained deep into the consciousness, feeling that they were more truthful than anything they had ever heard before.
However the Samurai were loyal, even in the face of such death, they wouldnt hesitate to give up their lives for just a chance at removing a thorn for the sake of their lords and village.
Looking at the harrowed and almost hollow eyes of the Samurai, Kazuo already knew this fact, it was a certain instinct that he had gained as he fought for years now against other shinobi.
He could tell what a person was like simply from the sight of their eyes, if they were a fighter or if they were what one would call a coward.
'Though, they certainly do show it more easily than shinobi, shinobi usually only show their true colours when a blade is already heading towards their neck, and whilst they indeed are in a situation similar to that, its not quite there, a shinobi would have hidden their intent better than this in their current situation.' Kazuo thought to himself before shaking his head and finally lifting his hand and making a single tiger seal, his expression finally reverting back to normal.
Normal for Kazuo now had become an expression of pure and utter boredom, it wasn't that he was bored, It was simply the expression his muscles turned to when he was done with all pretense, it was almost emotionless and clearly lacking any type of strong emotion in it.
It was the baseline of his current self, where the old him, the him of five years ago would have still maintained a more rigid tense expression because of the constant anxiety he had felt back then and the stress of having life and death threats at almost any corner. The current him had none of those worries, at least for now unless a kage on the rank of Minato or the Raikage showed up.
"Kai bitches." Kazuo said in a somber lazy voice and in an instant every paper sheet that was tangling the dozen of Samurai lit up, a short sizzling sound was heard for but a moment before fifty four explosions rang out almost simoultaniously on the street.
Craters instantly forming and smoke covering the entire slums and rising into the air.
Turning his head, Kazuo could already feel dozens of chakra signatures headed towards his direction, in particular Fifteen of them stood out, each stronger than the other.
'Eight around Jonin level, Four around High Jonin level and One thats close to but not quite Kage level. So Lord Mifune is coming huh?' Kazuo thought to himself as stood in the middle of the destruction that he had wrought, not a bead of sweat on him, not a hair out of place, perfect as he had been before he had killed an A rank ninja and more than fifty enemies.
'I could use this… yeah… should I simply just do as I want? Im sure that theres got to be dozens of supplies and resources that I could gain… is it worth it? As long as i finish this before any of the great villages come to help them.' Kazuo thought to himself, his mind already whirling into action as he started calculating everything he could possibly profit from his next actions and all the downsides that he could possibly find and he ended up with one answer.
There was no downside. The land of Iron and especially the Samurai weren't actually a force that really would be helpful or give anything to help Kazuo in any way themselves. The only help they could give Kazuo now or even later was simple.
'I swear… I've fallen to the rank of a bandit now havn't I?' Kazuo thought as he released a soft barely perceptable chuckle that quickly got silenced as his eyes widened.
He had just heard a sound that he hadn't heard in quite a while. A very specific bell like sound that rang inside his head. A mission. A system mission had just been generated.
*Ding~!*
[ System Mission has been generated! ]
[ Annihilate an Entire Village in the Elemental Nations. ]
[ Mission Objective: The complete Destruction of the Village of Iron ( Village of the Land of Iron ) ]
[ Optional Objective: Kill Lord Mifune 0/1 ]
[ Optional Objective: Kill the 4 Generals 0/4 ]
[ Optional Objective: Kill the 8 Commanders 0/8 ]
[ Optional Objective: Kill every Samurai of the land of Iron in a 10 mile radius from User's position. 57 / 12376 ]
[ Rewards: Title : Genocidal Maniac. ]
[ Rewards: 1 Minor Stat Point, 10% Bloodline Activation. ]
[ Optional Rewards : Kusanagi Sword. 100% Chakra Metal Armor. 100% Chakra metal alloy, 10 kg. Random Chakra Nature. ]
Kazuo's expression finally changed fully, from one of utter boredom to one that was full of almost childlike excitement, it was as if he was a cat and the canary had just hopped inside his mouth, wanting to be devoured.
The sight was truly disturbing, if anyone had seen the actual mission infront of him, they would have had a completely different reaction… because there was only a small amount of people who actually held their values above anything else, their own gain above anyone else. At this current point in time there was only one other person who would have reacted in the same joyful manner.
It was a person that Kazuo himself despised, and yet he was the person with the closest mentality to him.
Orochimaru.
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