King withdrew his hand, not even glancing at Kujou Kamaji who was embedded in the wall, as if he had merely swatted away a buzzing fly.
He looked around, his gaze sweeping over the samurai hiding behind the corridor pillars.
"Everyone."
"Assemble outside."
The samurai looked at each other; some had their hands on their sword hilts but didn't dare draw them, while others were already quietly backing away.
"You... you bastard, you actually dare to injure Lord Kamaji. The Shogun will not let you get away with this..."
A slightly older woman spoke up, gathering her courage, her voice trembling.
King looked at her.
"Bang!!"
Another person was embedded into the wall next to Kujou Kamaji.
"I won't say it a third time."
"Assemble outside."
"Bring paper and pens."
"Write down the names you know—"
"All the names of those who oppressed the commoners, lined their own pockets, colluded with Ronin, and committed evil deeds."
"Write clearly what they have done."
"One hour."
He paused and added:
"Those who cannot write down twenty names..."
King didn't finish, but the unspoken threat made everyone's legs go weak.
The struggle session begins immediately!
On the vast Martial Arts Field of the Tenryou Commission, it was now brightly lit.
Thousands of Tenryou Commission Officials, samurai, and scribes were driven to the center of the field, each with a piece of paper and a pen placed before them.
Around them, the people of Inazuma City, having heard the news, gathered in increasing numbers.
At first, they only watched from a distance, their faces filled with fear and curiosity.
But when they saw those Officials and samurai who were usually arrogant and oppressive cowering like quails in the center of the field, trembling as they wrote... some of the bolder citizens began to whisper among themselves.
"Look there! It's Kujou Wuchi! Last month, he forcibly seized my family's ancestral medicine shop, making my father so angry he fell ill and is still bedridden!"
"And that damn Kujou Qing! Last week in Hanamizaka, he harassed the flower girl and injured the old man who came to stop him!"
"Is that... Kujou Goushi of the Tenryou Commission? Three years ago, he snatched my daughter... my daughter jumped from a building... and he wouldn't even let me collect her body..."
The murmurs grew louder and louder.
The long-suppressed anger of the people of Inazuma began to crackle like dry wood being ignited.
King stood on the high platform in front of the Martial Arts Field, hands in his trench coat pockets, looking down expressionlessly.
Today, grievances will be redressed, and vengeance will be taken.
Zhongli stood a bit further away, holding a new cup of tea, gently blowing on the steam, his gilded eyes watching the furious crowd below, lost in thought.
"...Will this really be effective?"
Lumine tightly held Paimon's hand, looking at the poorly dressed, gaunt people below, a hint of killing intent flashing in her amber eyes.
She sympathized with the suffering commoners and hated the corrupt Officials.
So... kill!!
Paimon was quite excited, flying back and forth in the air, his small finger pointing at the Tenryou Commission samurai below.
"Look, look! That fat Official wrote so many names! It's almost over 200!"
Arataki Itto's blood was boiling with excitement, feeling a sense of vindication.
He crossed his arms, his fists cracking, a wide grin on his face.
"Yes! That's it! Drag all these parasites out!"
"Damn it, they were so imposing when they bullied the commoners before, do they know fear now?"
Kuki Shinobu sighed softly.
Usually acting all dignified and talking about "loyalty and righteousness," yet secretly doing such filthy deeds.
They deserve to be killed.
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