If one ignored the content of the conversation, this scene would actually look quite like a harmonious father-son moment. But as one of the main subjects in their words, Furina's mood was truly anything but good.
To be honest, she had not expected that the moment she infiltrated, she would overhear such an outrageous conversation. Unlike Uchiha Hikari, who had almost no understanding of this topic and remained expressionless behind her mask,
Furina understood the other's veiled words all too well. As for how she understood them? Do not ask—ask and the answer is that she accidentally came across them while surfing the internet in her previous life.
Heh~
"What's wrong, Furina? Is something the matter?"
Although Uchiha Hikari did not understand the meaning behind the conversation just now, even through the mask, she could sense that Furina's emotions were somewhat turbulent. This change was clearly abnormal.
"It's nothing. I just thought of some unpleasant things. To keep you from feeling unhappy too, I won't tell you.
Originally, the plan was to only target the daimyo and then withdraw. But now it needs a slight adjustment. The one eating with him is no good person either."
"If you dislike him, then let's take him out together."
Uchiha Hikari did not ask why the target count had suddenly increased. For her personally, one or two—or even everyone here—made little difference.
"Dad, you don't know. Especially that black-haired girl with the cold attitude. Just thinking about how I'll soon..."
"Bang"
Before the daimyo's son could finish his sentence, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him. At the same time, a slender samurai sword pierced straight into his mouth, ran through it, and embedded itself into the ground.
"Mmph mmph"
Only after being pinned to the ground did the daimyo's son realize what had happened. Feeling the tearing pain in his mouth, he instinctively tried to cry out, but the presence of the samurai sword prevented him from speaking. He could only produce a few pained whimpers.
"Tch." Watching the daimyo's son struggle on the ground, Furina suddenly regretted her earlier move. Muramasa's first battle had actually taken place in this guy's mouth. How disgusting.
But there was no helping it. When she acted just now, she had not thought too much. She only wanted to stop him from saying the rest of those disgusting words, so this was the result.
Though it was a bit nauseating, Furina did not regret it. After all, a weapon was meant to be used. One could only say that Muramasa had followed the wrong person.
"Ah!"
After noticing the daimyo's son's miserable state, the surrounding attendants also realized someone was attacking. They screamed and scattered in all directions. The daimyo himself slowly backed away.
"Who are you? How dare you attack the daimyo? Do you not value your life?"
"Who am I? Simple. The one who's here to take your life."
Furina paid no attention to the increasing distance between her and the daimyo. That little bit of movement was nothing more than an instant for her. Even letting him run 39 meters ahead would make no difference.
"Take my life? It's me who should be taking yours, you lowly peasant. But rest assured, I won't let you die too quickly. After all, you made my son suffer so badly. I have to repay you properly, hahahaha."
Accompanied by the daimyo's laughter, nearly ten samurai rushed in one after another. Some of them shielded the daimyo behind them, while the rest surrounded Furina.
Seeing this, the daimyo laughed even more happily. The fact that the other side had not killed him immediately was their biggest mistake. As long as his guards arrived to provide support, the situation would instantly reverse.
These were all elite samurai he had personally trained. Few people could match them. Moreover, more samurai would continue to arrive as reinforcements. In short, the advantage was his.
"Did you hear what he said? He wants to torture me."
Faced with the daimyo's mockery, Furina not only did not get angry but instead showed an unusual smile. Her baffling words left the daimyo and the arriving guard samurai utterly confused.
But their confusion vanished in the next moment. A second figure suddenly appeared and charged toward the daimyo. It was Uchiha Hikari.
Noticing someone attacking, several samurai quickly raised their guard. However, in the face of the massive gap in strength, whether they were vigilant or not made no difference.
The first samurai to meet her was directly kicked flying. Then Uchiha Hikari's Sharingan spun in her eyes. The next two samurai who met her gaze instantly fell under genjutsu and collapsed unconscious.
"Sha, Sharingan."
Noticing the scarlet in Uchiha Hikari's eyes, the daimyo and the remaining samurai finally realized the other's identity—an Uchiha.
"That's right, Sharingan. Surprised?"
As she spoke, Furina also pulled Muramasa out from the daimyo's son's mouth and began blocking the several samurai who had noticed something wrong and wanted to return to defend. Since they had come, why leave?
After her words, Furina's figure vanished as well. The next time she appeared, she was beside the closest samurai to her. After one strike, she vanished again and reappeared beside another samurai.
This was not underestimating them. For opponents like these, one slash was enough.
In this way, Furina appeared successively beside the five samurai who had surrounded her earlier. Though there seemed to be quite a few, from the start of her attack to the end, Furina only needed an instant.
Only after she reappeared for the last time did blood simultaneously spray from the five samurai. Then, neatly and together, they all collapsed to the ground.
After dealing with the samurai, Furina casually gave another slash to the daimyo's son, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead. She gave him the deepest sleep and permanently cured his insomnia.
After finishing all this, Furina finally turned and walked toward the daimyo, whose face was now full of terror. She did not forget to twist the knife as she spoke.
"Oh right, what was it you said earlier you were going to do to me? I didn't hear clearly. Could you trouble yourself to repeat it?"
"I don't remember ever offending you. There should be no grudge between us. You have no need to kill me. As long as you spare me, I can provide you—or your organization—with a lot of help."