Miki stepped forward, extended a hand, and touched the forehead of a samurai with her index finger.
The man had an ugly chonmage hairstyle, and at this moment, with his disheveled hair and dirty, disheveled appearance, he looked like a madman.
Yui and the other two watched this scene strangely, not knowing what Miki was doing.
Miki was infecting him, her Chakra, imbued with her will, invading his body. Immediately, a wondrous sensation surged into Miki's heart.
This situation was like dyeing; a drop of pigment into water, and the water gradually takes on the color of the pigment.
Therefore, the larger the body, the more pigment required.
This was the infection progress.
After years of use, Miki had accumulated quite a bit of experience and insight.
At this moment, she didn't waste time on this ordinary progress; her Chakra went straight to the most crucial place.
The depths of the mind.
The Wall of the Heart was being corroded by Miki. Once this progress stopped, it would be in vain with the activity of the mind, so Miki had to continuously infect, but at a certain point, the infection could not proceed further.
The progress was stuck.
The seemingly fragile mind was actually unimaginably stubborn.
Miki lowered her hand. As expected, this was the result. Even while unconscious, the opponent was unconsciously resisting.
This led to the failure of the infection.
So, how to solve this point?
Of course, by smashing the barrier of the mind, using a physically brutal method.
Namely, mental collapse.
"Wake them up," Miki said, then sat back down.
Ryoma and Shikuro stepped forward, found a rusty bucket, opened the tap to collect dirty water, and then splashed it to wake the four men.
After waking, the four men began to shout in panic, crying and begging for their lives. Ryoma and Shikuro also looked at Miki in confusion.
The scene was chaotic for a moment.
Miki stared at Ryoma and Shikuro.
Ryoma and Shikuro became even more flustered. They wanted to knock these people out, but Miki had told them to wake them up.
They looked at Miki expectantly, waiting for the next command.
"Why are you looking at me? Use your own brains. Do you have brains just for decoration?" Miki said.
Hearing this, Shikuro thought for a moment, then turned and pulled out a torture implement.
"Idiot! Gag them first!" Ryoma hissed in a low, agitated voice.
The chubby boy responded with an "oh," and the two of them busied themselves.
After gagging the four men with rags, they looked at Miki.
Miki said nothing.
Seeing this, the two picked up the torture implements, their hands trembling.
This was their first time doing such work; they had heard rumors that it was very cruel.
They didn't understand how to use many of the strangely shaped torture devices, and the school hadn't taught a class on interrogation.
So they picked up a familiar torture implement.
A short whip.
Miki glanced at it. Among all the perverted torture devices, they had chosen the least'spicy' one.
How innocently adorable.
But it would suffice.
With the short whips in hand, Ryoma and Shikuro looked at each other, then at the four men who were groaning and shaking their heads in supplication.
After a moment of hesitation, the agitated Ryoma let out a roar, his voice cracking: "Whip them!!!"
It was as if he was trying to bolster his own courage.
The two immediately began to crack their whips. The four men hanging on the torture rack writhed and dodged. Their skin tore open, and the whips cut through their clothes, leaving streaks of blood.
Their movements were not graceful, but they were forceful.
Half an hour later, the struggles of the four men gradually weakened.
They no longer had the strength to endure the beating.
Ryoma and Shikuro were breathing heavily.
Was this level of pain considered mental collapse? Probably far from it.
But for taming, this level of whipping was enough.
Unless he was a warrior with unyielding faith.
And these samurai, clearly, were not.
Miki stepped forward, grabbed a samurai's hair, lifted his head, and said to him: "Obey me! You will no longer suffer this pain."
The samurai's pupils trembled.
This simple thing, you should have said it earlier! You just started beating me without a word!
And you didn't even ask for my opinion!!!
Tears streamed out.
The samurai's face was covered in tears and snot. Submitting to violence, he whimpered and slowly nodded his head up and down.
He submitted!
Seeing this, Miki reached out and began the infection.
After a while, she put her hand down and sat back.
It failed.
Ryoma, Shikuro, and the samurai looked at Miki.
"Keep hitting them," Miki said.
Hearing this, the samurai's eyes widened. No, I've already submitted! Why are you still hitting me!?
But he no longer had time to think.
Without hesitation, Ryoma and Shikuro, now experienced, began to whip them mercilessly.
The cracking sounds echoed continuously, accompanied by dull grunts of pain.
The four hanging men were covered in blood, which dripped onto the ground from their toes.
Without waiting for Miki's command, Ryoma got water and splashed it to wake the samurai.
The samurai reluctantly opened their eyelids, swaying and spinning as they hung.
They looked like a slab of pork hanging in a market, waiting to be butchered.
"Do you obey or not?" Miki asked at this moment.
Obey, obey, obey, obey!
All the samurai screamed in their hearts that they obeyed, but they no longer had the strength to nod.
Seeing that the samurai couldn't express themselves, Ryoma stepped forward and tore off the rags sealing their mouths.
A smell of blood mixed with mildew.
"My lady…" At this moment, the samurai cried weakly: "This humble one has already submitted. I only beg my lady to spare my life. This humble one will work like an ox or a horse, go through mountains of blades and seas of fire, and definitely go through fire and water for you."
It seemed he had read a few books. Miki stepped forward and reached out to infect him.
After a while, Miki put down her hand and said coldly: "No, you are not convinced."
"???" The samurai looked at Miki.
Why am I not convinced?
I've already submitted!
How come I don't feel like I'm not convinced?
"My…!" The samurai wanted to say something more, but Ryoma deftly stepped forward and gagged him.
The samurai could only watch with tear-filled eyes, helplessly awaiting his judgment.
"Mushi-Hime," the agitated Ryoma whispered softly: "If we keep hitting them, they might die."
Miki raised her hand, and a group of Insects flew out from under her sleeve, surrounding the samurai and beginning to heal him.
Soon after, the Insects on the samurai's body died and fell to the ground.
And the samurai were restored to full vigor.
Their eyes weren't dark anymore, their bodies didn't hurt, they felt great, they could take another beating in one go, hey, no problem!
The samurai wept in the torture chamber.
They cried whimpering.
Why even ask if we obey or not? This terrifying person just wants to hit us, right?
Looking at the miserable state of the samurai, Ryoma's body trembled.
Recalling it now, the kick Miki gave him at the clan meeting was an act of great mercy.
After this comparison, a sense of happiness surged over him.
He swung the whip in his hand with even more vigor.
After a thorough beating, the four samurai fell unconscious again. Ryoma skillfully stopped his hand, and Shikuro, who had been working silently, stopped his actions as well.
At this moment, Ryoma skillfully fetched water and woke the four samurai.
If they could, the samurai wouldn't want to wake up and look at that devil sitting there.
"I'll ask you one last time. Seize this opportunity. Do you obey or not? Don't even think about deceiving me," Miki said coldly.
I obey, obey, obey, obey, obey, obey!
The four samurai collapsed, tears streaming down their faces, roaring from the bottom of their hearts.
I obey!
Truly obey!
Absolutely obey!
Stop hitting us!
Miki stepped forward, extended her hand, then sat back down.
The hearts of the four samurai skipped a beat.
"You are not convinced!" Miki said coldly.
"No!!!!" The samurai writhed and struggled, their eyes filled with despair, such deep despair.
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