"I was a bit suspicious at first, but now I'm completely sure. The deaths of my four younger brothers are definitely inseparable from these two guys!"
The First Prince's fat chest and round belly rose and fell constantly, obviously very emotional.
"Immediately mobilize all samurai and ninjas to suppress them all. Bring these two bastards here. I want to question them in front of Father!"
"Fortunately, I had the foresight to gather most of the forces in advance, just in case!"
After roaring this sentence, the First Prince took out a token from his trouser pocket and threw it to the samurai next to him.
"Yes!"
The samurai holding the token had just run out of the palace when his eyes suddenly became confused, then regained clarity.
Ten minutes later, the samurai arrived in front of the troops gathered in advance. He raised the token and shouted:
"His Highness has a decree. The Second Prince and the Third Prince have committed insubordination and attempted to usurp power. All samurai and ninjas, go suppress them all. Kill without mercy!"
Hearing this, all samurai and ninjas fell silent.
After a while, a leader said carefully:
"Including the two Princes?"
Hearing the questioning voice, the samurai immediately raised the token in his hand and threw it in front of the leader, roaring:
"With the token as proof, can it be fake?"
The leader carefully took the token and examined it closely, finding no doubtful points.
Finally, he wiped the sweat from his face and knelt on one knee:
"Subordinate obeys orders!"
The dense crowd of samurai split into two groups, running toward the mansions of the Second and Third Princes.
On the eaves on both sides, hundreds of ninjas were running rapidly on the roofs.
"I want to see what face they have to face me after being suppressed and brought before me!"
"You are also a bunch of trash. You didn't notice such a big commotion and had to wait for people around to hear the noise before coming to report!"
"And you brag about being Chunin and Special Jonin. Bullshit!"
"I spend so much money raising you every year. If I used this money on samurai, I could have cultivated two or three times as many samurai as you!"
The First Prince, whose anger hadn't diminished, still roared at the few ninjas in front of him.
It seemed this way he could vent the anger and fear in his heart.
The dozen or so samurai standing on the other side lowered their heads but secretly peeked at the few ninjas being scolded, laughing secretly in their hearts.
So what if you ninjas are strong?
When something really happens, aren't you the first to be scolded and the first to go up?
The First Prince's anger didn't diminish. He suddenly saw one of the ninjas' shoulders trembling constantly, seemingly trying to suppress his anger.
He immediately trotted to the ninja, the fat on his body rippling with the movement.
He poked the ninja's head with his finger, speaking while poking:
"What? You're not convinced?"
"A dog dares to get angry at its master?"
"If I hadn't taken you in, you group of wandering ninjas, where could you live peacefully here? You would have died in some corner long ago!"
Pfft!
The First Prince suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down and found a kunai stuck in his chest!
Seeing this, the First Prince looked at the ninja who was still lowering his head with fear.
He never expected that this ninja would really dare to attack him!
The ninja slowly raised his head, revealing a face that had begun to gain weight. From that face, one could faintly see the ruthlessness of the past:
"Killing you is killing you. At worst, I'll be a wandering ninja again!"
The samurai finally reacted. Several samurai ran outside, shouting loudly.
The remaining samurai drew their weapons and slashed indiscriminately at the ninjas in front of them!
Seeing this, the few scared ninjas around gritted their teeth and fought back against the samurai slashing at them!
Since their companion had done such a thing, given the Daimyo family's nature, even if they took him down, they would still inevitably die.
In that case, they might as well kill to their heart's content and then run away!
Half an hour later, the resisting ninjas had been surrounded and killed on the spot by the samurai rushing over.
The price was that hundreds of samurai were killed by various ninjutsu.
Then, several samurai who could speak slightly in front of the Prince usually began to argue endlessly.
They were arguing about whether to tell the Daimyo about these things.
After all, the Princes who could speak were all dead now.
After a while, two blood-soaked samurai walked in, each carrying a head in their hands.
The head full of transverse flesh had residual fear and unwillingness on its face.
The relatively younger, thin head had an expression of sudden realization and regret.
Soon, a fierce quarrel broke out in the room again.
"My Lords, Princess Ten'i has arrived!"
A few minutes later, a samurai suddenly ran into the room in a panic and said.
"What is she doing here at this time? It's already late at night!"
A samurai said grumpily.
Another old samurai who looked about sixty suddenly moved his expression and whispered:
"Forget it, let her in."
"If we tell the Daimyo such news, we will definitely suffer the consequences. But no matter what, she is still a princess."
Half an hour later.
Princess Ten'i walked unhurriedly in the corridor, surrounded by ten samurai, both protecting and monitoring her.
A while later, Princess Ten'i arrived in front of the room where the Daimyo was recuperating.
Watching the samurai go in to announce her, she took a deep breath, looked at the man in black standing beside her, and her tone trembled slightly:
"Kage, is it really okay?"
Rasa answered affirmatively:
"No problem. Don't worry. Tomorrow morning, you will be the controller of the Land of Wind."
Princess Ten'i looked at Rasa with complex eyes, her red lips opening and closing:
"Including your Sand Village?"
Rasa responded without any fluctuation in his eyes:
"As the Daimyo of the Land of Wind, you command everything. Military and political power are all on you, which of course includes the Sand Village."
Now Princess Ten'i only had twenty affection points. Rasa naturally said all the good words first to stabilize her.
At this time, the ninjas originally on duty around had all been replaced by samurai.
These samurai were even worse than the ninjas responsible for duty before.
Rasa trapped them all with genjutsu easily.
"Princess Ten'i, the Daimyo invites you in."
The samurai quickly opened the door, bowing respectfully to Princess Ten'i.
But he turned a blind eye to Rasa next to her.
Rasa walked in first.
Princess Ten'i took another deep breath, trying hard to suppress the nervousness in her heart, and stepped over the threshold.
The Daimyo, whose complexion was much better than yesterday, sat on the bed.
His face was full of sorrow and grief.
Looking at Princess Ten'i bowing her head, his eyes showed no fluctuation, as if this wasn't his daughter.
He said in a cold voice with no emotion:
"What exactly happened?"
"Tell me, why did such a big change happen in just two days?"
Hearing her father's high-and-mighty commanding words as usual.
Princess Ten'i was silent for a moment, but for the first time in front of her father, she straightened her soft waist, held her head high, and puffed out her chest:
"Just as you are thinking now, Father, this is indeed not a coincidence."
"But the person behind the scenes is no one else."
"The person who made all the brothers kill each other is me!"
"Wha... Cough! Cough cough! Cough cough cough!"
Hearing Princess Ten'i's words, the Daimyo immediately flew into a rage. Just as he said one word, his heart convulsed in bursts of pain!