The moment Sato saw the ninja, his pupils dilated sharply.
"Wuwuwuwu..."
The ninja was beaten black and blue.
If Sato hadn't lived with him for so long, he probably wouldn't have recognized that pig-like face immediately.
Sato's trembling pupils slowly moved upwards, looking towards the doorway. His pupils reflected a dense mass of ninjas.
Standing at the very front were two young boys. One had short black hair and eyes as blue as peacock feathers. The other had orange-yellow hair, with obvious anger on his face.
Sato knew both of these boys. Every proprietor in Nibi no Utsu should know them. They were outsiders in Nibi no Utsu, the ones who broke Nibi no Utsu's unwritten rules.
Because of this, many ninjas were dispatched in Nibi no Utsu last night but they were still alive. And the ninjas who were sent out were standing behind them.
"You..."
"What do you want to do?"
Sato was both surprised and angry, and a hint of fear he was unwilling to admit surfaced in his heart.
He got up from the ground, his body trembling, and he pointed his short, white radish-like fingers angrily at Haruki and the others.
His gaze fixed on Muramasa, he clearly recognized Muramasa.
"Muramasa!"
"How dare you betray Tomita!"
"Have you forgotten who provides for you?"
Tomita was Muramasa's boss, and acquainted with Sato. It could be said that they were in cahoots. All the unscrupulous merchants in Nibi no Utsu were in league with each other.
Muramasa looked at Sato calmly and said, "Boss Sato, of course I know who provides for me, it's these refugees."
"Your wealth is created by them, it's just been monopolized by you."
Muramasa's gaze unconsciously fell on Haruki. If it weren't for Haruki, he might never have realized this.
Haruki nodded with satisfaction.
Very good, seeing everyone become more and more intelligent, he felt relieved.
"You... you're spouting nonsense!"
Sato turned from a white pig into a red pig. He was so angry he stamped his feet.
"Do these refugees have a knack for business?"
"Even if you give them wealth, they won't be able to keep it."
"It's our existence that gives them opportunities to work."
"This wealth rightfully belongs to us!"
Sato questioned Muramasa, raising his chin arrogantly, "You tell me, can they create wealth? They can't even get enough to eat, what wealth can they create?"
Muramasa frowned, staring at Sato.
These merchants looked down on the poor and ninjas from the bottom of their hearts.
Haruki was not pleased to hear Sato's words. As a successor to socialism, he had to correct Sato's erroneous views.
"People's abilities and potential for development are born equal." Haruki shouted loudly at Sato.
"Refugees become refugees because war, persecution, and disaster have deprived them of the opportunity to live and develop normally in their homeland. Their wisdom or abilities have not been deprived. Working people possess infinite creativity and wisdom."
Haruki seemed to see a red glow emanating from himself.
"Before these refugees became refugees, they were laborers in various industries. Some of them could cook, some could build walls, some could farm, some could paint, some could build houses..."
"It's just that disaster has temporarily put them in a difficult situation, it doesn't mean they've lost these abilities."
The refugees in the kitchen stopped. They stood still, their pupils trembling.
"The strength of a person's ability is reflected in their capacity to protect the weak. People like you are parasites of society."
Haruki looked at the corpulent Sato in front of him, and then at the emaciated refugees.
"You! You!"
Sato's finger trembled as he pointed at Haruki.
Haruki gave Kojiro and Muramasa a knowing look. The two nodded and walked towards Sato.
"Kurumi! What are you standing there for? Are you blind?"
Sato retreated step by step, glaring at Kojiro and Muramasa who were approaching him.
Muramasa stopped, a hint of vigilance flashing in his eyes.
Kurumi - a woman with a Kekkei Genkai and Jonin level strength.
Kurumi looked at Sato impatiently and said, "Hey, I say you dog bastard, that's enough. If you're a miser, then don't hire ninja for protection. Do you really expect me to risk my life to protect you for that little commission every month? What a joke! Has the lard in your skin already seeped into your brain?"
Sato stared dumbfounded at the usually silent woman.
Haruki: "..."
She's so good at cursing?
Kurumi looked at Haruki and said, "Hey, are your benefits good? You won't be like this pig, deducting commissions, right?"
Haruki shook his head and said, "Of course not, but our rule here is more work, more gain, distribution according to work, whether it's ninja, samurai, or common people, it's all the same."
Kurumi raised an eyebrow. "Okay, sounds fair."
"Kurumi! You stinking woman! How dare you betray me? You will definitely be killed!" Sato glared at Kurumi, his eyes bloodshot.
"In fact, I will live very well, and you might be going to hell." Kurumi shrugged, looking indifferent.
Sato yelled, "Ahhh! Bastards! You bunch of bastards!"
Muramasa and Kojiro reached out to Sato.
One minute later.
Sato and the beaten-up ninja were tied together.
Haruki looked at the refugees and said, "We are the reformers of Nibi no Utsu. Our goal is to restore a just order to Nibi no Utsu, confiscate the wealth of unscrupulous merchants, assist refugees, and allow everyone to obtain the right to an equal life. We came here to distribute the food from Okura Hotel to the refugees who need help."
"Do you want to join us?" Haruki asked.
The refugees looked at each other.
"Those ninjas are very strong..."
A hoarse voice sounded from among them.
Haruki smiled. "We are stronger."
The refugees were silent for a long time. Haruki waited patiently for them. The refugees couldn't find a reason not to join them. They wanted to resist, but they had no strength.
Now that strength had appeared, should they continue to tolerate it?
"I'll join you."