“Kill him!”
Almost the exact moment Tatsukaze finished speaking, the Daimyo couldn’t hold back his fury anymore.
He violently threw aside the bamboo screen, glaring at Tatsukaze with fierce, tiger-like eyes, and shrieked at the top of his lungs.
“Yes, my lord!”
A single call answered by a hundred voices—a literal manifestation of the phrase.
The very second the Daimyo gave the order, all the guards, attendants, and guardian samurai responded in unison.
They drew their swords and blades, charging forward ferociously to hack Tatsukaze to pieces.
“Sensei!” Tsunade cried out in panic, but suddenly she felt herself enveloped in a warm embrace and reassured by a large, warm hand.
“Be a good girl, Tsunade.
Wait here quietly, wait for Sensei—” Tatsukaze hugged her gently, then tenderly stroked her little head.
“Wait for Sensei to exterminate them all, and then we’ll go grab that meaningless Princess title for you!”
The samurai surged toward Tatsukaze from all directions like a massive tidal wave.
With Tatsukaze at the center, it was like a whirlpool violently sucking in the swarming crowd around him.
Murderous battle cries echoed endlessly, but one voice stood out, completely different from the chaotic clamor.
“Ten Million Volts—Discharge!”
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
Countless bolts of lightning erupted from Tatsukaze’s body, exploding outward.
Instantly, with him as the epicenter, rolling divine thunder blasted in all directions.
Several samurai attacking him were immediately shocked to death.
“BOOM!”
“BOOM!”
“BOOM!”
Hundreds of electrical snakes frantically shot out from around Tatsukaze, each silver snake a lethal, high-voltage bolt of lightning.
Tatsukaze’s body became a glowing orb of ball lightning.
The silver snakes he projected were as thick as human arms, engulfing all the surrounding samurai and instantly turning the area into a pool of raging lightning!
“Ahhh!”
“Ahhh!”
Screams of agony echoed one after another.
Mere samurai—especially those wearing highly conductive metal armor—completely became the victims of this lightning pool!
“A bunch of trash!
In the face of absolute quality, sheer numbers are completely meaningless!”
No one could quite grasp his exact words, but they could see right through to his terrifying killing intent.
His murderous aura surged forward violently, bone-chillingly cold.
He looked like an ancient, mythic beast that had just awakened from its slumber, baring its fangs and claws to hunt for prey.
The radiating killing intent crashed over them like tens of thousands of white warhorses charging side by side in a massive, unstoppable stampede.
The surrounding temperature plummeted drastically, and the air itself seemed to freeze solid.
The Daimyo had only barely managed to construct an air-stifling majesty by relying on the opulence of his grand hall, the backing of his samurai, and the inherent traditional reverence of the people.
But in the face of Tatsukaze’s killing intent, his so-called “majesty” wasn’t even worth a fart!
The difference between the two was like an adult versus an infant, a divine weapon versus a rusty woodcutter’s knife, or a mere pebble versus a flawless diamond.
There was absolutely no comparison!
“Die for me!”
With an explosive roar, Tatsukaze unleashed a frenzy of slaughter.
A storm of blood and gore flew through the air as dozens of people died by his hands in an instant.
In front of this demon god, these men were nothing more than straw dummies, existing solely to be butchered by him.
The power gap between a Kage-level powerhouse and ordinary guards was simply too massive!
“Monstrous Strength Punch!”
His fist flashed with a metallic luster, exuding a sense of indestructible, absolute power.
With a single punch, the air in front of him completely shattered and exploded.
The deep, booming sound of the blast echoed through the heavens.
BOOM!
The punch connected with a samurai, and the man was instantly sent flying by Tatsukaze’s colossal strength.
He crashed violently into the samurai behind him, but his momentum didn’t stop.
Thud, thud, thud!
He plowed backward like a bowling ball, knocking down more and more people in a brutal chain reaction.
That single punch had actually carved a clear, bloody path right through the crowd!
“Daimyo, don’t you dare run away!” Tatsukaze growled low, his eyes gleaming with fierce, piercing murderous intent.
That look—it was a deeply bloodthirsty look.
Those words—they were impossibly cruel words!
The overwhelming wave of killing intent hitting him face-on turned the Daimyo pale as a ghost.
His face was twisted in sheer horror and absolute terror.
Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that this seemingly gentle and mild-mannered guy would be far more terrifying than a god of slaughter when he actually started killing!
“Hurry!
Stop him!
Quickly!”
His eyes were completely filled with panic, and his body even instinctively shrank back to hide.
“Where are the guardian samurai?!
Your families have received the grace of my clan for generations; now is the time to serve me!
Hurry!
Even if it costs you your lives, you must hold him off!”
He didn’t even yell “kill Tatsukaze” anymore, because his subconscious had already completely eliminated that option as a sheer impossibility.
Because, although he was a pompous bureaucrat, he still possessed real capability and judgment.
Thus, the Daimyo clearly understood just how ferociously brutal and violently unstoppable a man with eyes like that truly was.
He was simply too hard to kill!
“This is the Daimyo?”
Tsunade was cradled in Tatsukaze’s arm.
Outside his embrace was a storm of blood and gore, while inside was total warmth and safety.
Whether it was Tatsukaze’s lightning and fists, or the samurai’s swords and blades, not a single speck of harm reached her.
But right now, she looked at the Daimyo with eyes full of absolute disdain.
“He only knows how to make others throw away their lives while he hides in the back, shivering in fear?
And a coward like this is fit to lead a country?”
The most fundamental, unspoken rule among ninjas was that the Kage protects the village.
No matter which Kage—Hokage, Mizukage, Raikage…
there were zero exceptions.
They would absolutely never wait for the village’s ninjas to exhaust the enemy’s stamina before showing up late to casually claim the kill.
Tsunade couldn’t help but recall the very first thing Tatsukaze had said.
“In my eyes, the so-called Daimyo is no different from a pig or a dog!”
Daimyo?
It was just a noun.
What was there to be scared of?
What was there to fear?
Tsunade suddenly felt a twinge of shame over her timid behavior from earlier.
“So the so-called Daimyo, the so-called title, is nothing more than a paper tiger!
Once you pierce right through it, there’s absolutely nothing left to fear!
This facade only works when other people are actually afraid of you!”
In that instant, Tsunade fully understood the profound meaning behind Tatsukaze’s words.