Chapter 152: Raising a Daimyo Dog
"Huahhahahahaaha!"
Yasushi laughed uproariously, grabbing the Daimyo and waving him toward the guard shinobi ahead, shouting:
"First make this pack of dogs you're raising back off far away."
"Quickly leave! Didn't you hear?!" The Daimyo immediately roared loudly at the guard shinobi.
He'd now sobered up somewhat, knowing the shinobi before him didn't care about his identity or status. He dared not throw any fits.
Facing Yasushi, he was extremely obedient. But toward his own guards, he truly didn't care about them at all.
"But..." The guard leader still worried somewhat, wanting to explain something. The result—the Daimyo directly erupted in fury, pointing toward distant Shukaku and shouting:
"Don't you see the Tailed Beast rampaging over there? Why aren't you stopping it?!"
The guard leader's words stuck in his mouth, but he dared not talk back. He could only wave his hand, leading subordinates to turn and charge toward Shukaku.
But he still wasn't reassured, so he left a squad of shinobi observing the situation from afar. If they saw the Daimyo in danger, they'd immediately rush over to rescue him.
"Not bad. A sensible bastard."
Yasushi praised once, extending his hand to pat the Daimyo's cheek twice playfully.
"Your fear of death is good."
"As long as you obediently listen, I guarantee your safety."
The Daimyo had never suffered such humiliation. His face immediately flushed red, nearly going mad with rage.
But he was ultimately a shameless noble. Under Yasushi's cold gaze, he ultimately still chickened out.
"Hehe..." He forcefully squeezed a trace of smile onto his face, dry-laughing twice with several parts fawning intent: "I recognized you—you're a rogue shinobi from the Uchiha clan, right?"
"Don't worry. I'm the Land of Wind's Daimyo—I don't need to care about Konoha's views."
"If you're willing, you can completely become my guard. I'll make you head of guards. Absolutely safe—no one will dare touch you."
"Hmph!" Yasushi snorted coldly with displeasure, patting the Daimyo's face twice more as he sneered: "Just you? Do you deserve to recruit me?"
"Remember clearly—in my eyes, you're no different from a dog. If I want to kill you, I can do so anytime."
The Daimyo's complexion changed in an instant like an open dye shop—various colors taking turns appearing on his face.
Yasushi just coldly watched him until his entire body sprouted goosebumps, cold sweat flowing. Finally he threw that bit of anger in his heart to the back of his mind, recognizing reality.
"Then what do you want?"
"Money?"
"Beauties?"
"Jutsu?"
"Or something else?"
"I don't want anything." Yasushi smiled slightly, staring at his eyes as he said word by word: "I only want you to order Sand Village to continue waging war with Konoha Village."
"Before Konoha Village's destruction, Sand Village isn't allowed to cease fire!"
"What?!" Now the Daimyo was truly shocked, shaking his head repeatedly: "Impossible, impossible! Sand Village's current situation is extremely poor! How could they have spare capacity to fight Konoha Village?"
"Stop!" Yasushi's fingers exerted slight force, immediately snapping the Daimyo's arm.
"Ah..." The Daimyo immediately screamed miserably. Snot and tears poured out together.
The distant guard shinobi who'd been closely monitoring this side hastily charged over. The ground fluctuated—several puppets suddenly burst from underground, each with assigned tasks, beginning rescue operations.
One puppet raised its hand—sharp blades shot from its palm, slashing toward Yasushi's arm.
Another puppet opened its arms wide. Mechanisms in its abdomen opened, swallowing Yasushi inside in one gulp. Then its belly closed. Sharp blades on the other puppet's hand stabbed through reserved holes directly inward, piercing Yasushi's body thoroughly.
Another puppet grabbed the Daimyo's body, pulling backward. The final puppet jumped between Yasushi and the Daimyo, wanting to intercept.
Facing these puppet attacks, Yasushi didn't even dodge once. His body activated intangibility, allowing all attacks to miss.
He only gripped the Daimyo tightly without releasing. That puppet wanting to take the Daimyo away also labored fruitlessly.
Instead, because the puppet pulled forcefully, the Daimyo's body was stretched until deformed.
"Ahaaahhhhh... Quickly release!" The Daimyo screamed miserably.
Yasushi naturally ignored him. But those guard shinobi dared not disregard the Daimyo's words. Helplessly, they could only withdraw the puppets again.
During previous attacks, they'd also realized Yasushi's jutsu strangeness. For a moment they completely didn't know how to break it. They could only gather together again, heads together whispering to discuss countermeasures.
Yasushi didn't even glance at those distant shinobi.
They were all dogs raised by the Daimyo—fundamentally no need to care. As long as he controlled the dog's master, even fierce dogs couldn't do anything to him.
"Do you think I'm negotiating with you?" Yasushi said coldly. "This is a notification, you bitch!"
"Whether you're willing or not, you must do it."
"Otherwise—death!"
"You've also seen my ability. If I want to kill you, even if you flee to the ends of the earth, it's useless."
"Even if you have all of Sand Village's jonin protect you twenty-four hours a day, I can still easily kill you."
The Daimyo clutched his broken arm, snot and tears streaming—extremely pathetic. But he also understood more clearly his current situation.
Between Sand Village's numerous shinobi lives and his own little life, he still felt his own life was more important.
After hesitating briefly, he decisively chose to follow Yasushi's orders.
"I understand. I'll immediately allocate funds to Sand Village when I return, demanding they wage war against Konoha Village."
"Hey... I'll just say it's to avenge Rasa, to wash away Sand Village's shame."
"Haha... Very good! You even prepared the excuse! You truly are an excellent Daimyo!"
Yasushi smiled and patted the Daimyo's shoulder, incidentally healing all his injuries.
Good dogs must be given bones to eat!
The Daimyo felt his injuries heal with surprise. He couldn't believe it, feeling his entire body up and down, confirming all internal and external injuries healed completely. His heart immediately grew more certain his decision was correct.
He wasn't a shinobi—his physical constitution was poor. With his previous injuries, even with medical shinobi treatment, recovery would take months. Subsequent hidden injuries might require who knows how long to recuperate.
But now, merely by agreeing to Yasushi's conditions, he immediately fully recovered! Just for this alone, he felt no loss.
"Truly amazing healing jutsu!" He couldn't help voicing praise.
Front injuries just healed—lecherous desire grew in his heart again.
"Speaking of which, you really won't consider serving me?"
"I'm a national Daimyo!"
"Whatever you want, I can give you."
Yasushi casually tossed him to the ground, looking at him with eyes like viewing roadside garbage before disdainfully spitting a thick glob of phlegm on his face.
"Heh... Ptui!"
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