Arc VIII Chapter 9

Arc VIII Chapter 9

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Arc VIII Chapter 9

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“It's an honour to welcome such illustrious guests in my modest home. The Black Princess of Konoha, your reputation truly precedes you.

I was told about your name and real identity, Lady Asami. I am quite satisfied that I can rely on such competent hands as yours.” Mitsuhiko greeted them in person. He was their mysterious client.

Asami and company passed the gates, and entered a kingdom of doors, rooms, and tatami mats. A significant number of guards accompanied his lordship. Nothing extraordinary. Their client was a daimyo, a rich and influential man. Rich and influential men were concerned about their personal health and security. The world was dangerous, and powerful ninja roamed the lands without accountability.

Mitsuhiko bought the best protection money could afford. He recruited samurai and ninja alike, assembling a little personal army. His guards observed her with open distrust. They followed her movements, and Asami sensed their prying eyes. Not that she cared. Mitsuhiko's little show of force amused her.

Mitsuhiko led the way. He was young, handsome, ambitions, a man hungry for the laurels of history. His face, his eyes, his smile were charming, but Asami distrusted her new friend.

His façade didn't deceive her. His smile was perfect, but his lips lacked genuine emotions. The man was a sly fox despite his young age, skilled in the craft of subterfuge and manipulation.Yôur favorite stories at novelhall.comi maintained her smile. “The honour is all mine, Lord Mitsuhiko. Humble ninja like us rarely enjoy the privilege to serve a mighty daimyo.”

“...” Mitsuhiko masked his annoyance. So much cheekiness trapped in such a frail body, but the girl was genuine. The Black Princess, her pride, her arrogance were legendary. So were her abilities. Her name carried meaning. Her name demanded respect.

Following her betrayal, her name was known across the lands. The girl was rumoured to have sided with Orochimaru during the invasion before staining her hands with the blood of her former comrades. The Black Princess had turned against her village in cold blood.

He never expected to hire her upon contacting Akatsuki, yet the girl was standing before him, a girl named Asami.

His smile gone, Mitsuhiko chuckled. “Your tongue is sharp for your age.”

Asami giggled. “You flatter me, Lord Mitsuhiko. Pleasantries aside, I notice you summoned quite the number of guards. Do you feel threatened, Your Grace?”

“Lord Mitsuhiko, your mission ... What does our mission exactly entail? Unfortunately, Your Lordship, wasn't forthcoming with the specifics. As far as we know, we are supposed to locate a certain person.”

Mitsuhiko sipped on his tea. “Correct, your objective is to locate and eliminate a girl. The girl must be silenced. We will reward you accordingly.”

Asami enjoyed her tea. The tea was apparently safe. “I hope so. Our services are in high demand.”

“So which girl is destined to die, Lord Mitsuhiko? I need her identity. I need information.”

Mitsuhiko agreed. “Understandable, I expected such. Kazuma, hand her the scroll.”

Kazuma stepped forwards and Asami accepted his scroll without hesitation.

Mitsuhiko continued his explanation. “The scroll contains all the information we collected. We hope the information will prove useful and aid you in your endeavour.”

Asami scanned the contents. Her hand froze, and her gaze turned cold. The picture. Her name. Both were familiar. The picture dated back years ago, but Asami recognised the girl. Her cheeks. Her fluffy hair. Her hopeful eyes. Her cute little nose.

Asami mumbled her name. “Yuki ...”

Mitsuhiko enjoyed his tea. “Your mission is to locate my niece and eliminate her. Unfortunately, Yuki survived the fire years ago and escaped. One of my brother's loyal retainers saved her. The girl is eluding us ever since, which is an issue. My brother's line must end. Her mere existence as the true heiress threatens my legitimacy.”

“...” Asami understood.

Mitsuhiko's grin broadened. “We hope you will be graced with more success than your predecessors. Even the Konoha-nin I hired failed. Contact ceased. I honestly expected more from them, but the rumours seem to be true, Konoha's quality has declined. Their ninja fall short of their once legendary reputation ...”

“Lord Mitsuhiko, we must talk.” Asami deposited her cup of tea. Her eyes glimmered purple. Her Susanoo struck. Her skeletal arm pinned Mitsuhiko against the wall, strangulating him. Mitsuhiko suffocated as her grip tightened.

“Mitsuhiko, tell me, more about that night.” Asami offered a seductive smile. “I want to know more ...”

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