The slaughter continued.
In front of Tatsukaze, ordinary samurai were nothing.
Even with one arm holding Tsunade protectively, he had more than enough power to effortlessly kill every single last one of them!
Blood sprayed wildly!
Tatsukaze unleashed a frantic massacre.
A storm of blood and gore flew everywhere, yet miraculously, not a single drop landed on Tsunade’s body.
Tatsukaze rampaged unimpeded at the front; not a single person could withstand even one blow from him.
Sweeping through everything in his path, he exuded an aura of absolute invincibility!
Amidst the chaotic swarm of enemies, he moved fearlessly, charging forward with unstoppable momentum.
A lone man, protecting his woman, facing an endless tide of enemies.
Without a doubt, this was a hero.
A hero painted in legendary colors!
Years later, when Tsunade asked herself how Tatsukaze managed to walk so deeply into her heart?
Every single time, she would involuntarily recall this exact night.
Behind him lay a heavy storm of blood and gore, the silver glint of crossing swords illuminating Tatsukaze’s face.
He wore an expression of total calmness, smiling faintly to reveal his white teeth.
His deep, pitch-black eyes looked down at her.
His gaze, which usually seemed so shameless and perverted, now overflowed with a profound tenderness under the bright silver flashes of steel.
“Impossible!
How are we supposed to fight a monster like this?!”
Under Tatsukaze’s unhesitating, merciless slaughter, someone finally began to break down.
Tatsukaze’s eyes flickered, but before he could speak—
Tsunade reached out and tightly grabbed the arm Tatsukaze was using to shield her.
“Sensei!
I want to fight too!”
Tsunade’s eyes were filled with admiration, longing, and, most importantly, a burning desire to do battle.
“Enemies of this level…
even I can defeat them!” She felt increasingly ashamed of her earlier embarrassment—to think she had actually been scared by people of this caliber.
“I can kill the enemy too!”
Tatsukaze let out a hearty laugh and patted Tsunade’s fair, tender little hand.
“Alright!
Since you want to, I’ll leave this trash to you!”
A group of guards on the absolute verge of losing their will to fight was the perfect practice material for a rookie like Tsunade!
That’s right, just practice material!
“As for me, I’ll go deal with those guys.”
His gaze traveled far into the distance, piercing through the dense crowd, until his eyes locked onto a fully armored squad of samurai.
This was the core foundation that generations of Daimyos had painstakingly built up.
A guardian samurai squad formed at the cost of unimaginable amounts of wealth—the very predecessor to the future Twelve Guardian Ninja.
“Clear the path for me!
I’m going to kill them!”
Tatsukaze’s voice wasn’t loud.
It couldn’t even compare to the Daimyo’s earlier panicked shrieks, yet it carried an unstoppable, surging killing intent.
In an instant, the samurai standing in front of Tatsukaze felt as if they had been plunged into an ice cellar, freezing straight to their bones.
Subconsciously, they flinched and backed away.
Taking a step back, or slightly leaning to the sides…
a clear path opened up right through the middle of the crowd for him.
With just a single sentence, the enemies were so terrified of Tatsukaze’s imposing aura that they retreated entirely!
“Bastards!” The Daimyo’s face looked horrifyingly ugly.
His complexion was an ashen green, and his teeth were gritted tightly.
“These piece-of-shit cowards!
I’ll make every single one of them commit seppuku later!
Go to hell, all of you!”
The Daimyo whipped his head around and screamed at the guardian samurai: “What the hell are you bastards standing around for?!
Hurry up and attack him!”
“Yes, my lord!”
The guardian samurai bowed their heads in acknowledgment, then charged forward as one with a massive roar.
There were ten guardian samurai in total.
Every man wielded a katana with a crystal-clear, gleaming blade—they were obviously exceptionally fine swords.
“Kill!”
Raising their blades high, the ten men moved as a single entity.
Advancing and retreating together, they slashed down at Tatsukaze in perfect unison.
Tatsukaze let out a low growl.
Without dodging or evading in the slightest, the lightning around his body erupted violently as he threw a punch.
The sword edges gleamed brightly, the blade auras were oppressive, and the speed of their slashes was incredibly fast…
But none of it could compare to a single punch from Tatsukaze.
“Die for me!” Tatsukaze roared explosively.
His killing intent violently erupted alongside his shout, rising abruptly like a soaring, ferocious dragon.
His entire body’s bones and sinews pulled taut.
The thick veins and muscles on his arm bulged, suddenly swelling a full size larger.
Radiating a faint blue-green hue, he unleashed an incomparably massive burst of chakra and smashed his fist straight into the center of the samurai formation.
The piercing pressure of the punch hit them in the face.
The samurai instinctively crossed their arms to block with their swords.
However, in the next second, they felt as if they had been rammed by a stampeding wild bull.
Their arms, as sturdy as iron bridges, were instantly obliterated by the torrential flood of power.
Their bodies were involuntarily launched into the air, blown completely away by the punch.
BOOM!
The explosive force of the punch generated a roaring gale, striking with the intensity of a hurricane, instantly making it impossible for the other samurai to even maintain their attacking stances.
The samurai beside them cried out in shock as their bodies were dragged off balance by Tatsukaze’s punch wind.
Several men swung their swords, but not a single one landed a hit!
The lightning on his body flared up, manifesting as several electrical dragons that roared wildly as they struck out.
CRASH!
The elite samurai were utterly crushed by Tatsukaze in a single move!
Defeated in one strike!
Tatsukaze smiled faintly, but the gleam in his eyes was as chillingly sharp as a blade.
“Ignorant samurai!
Arrogant samurai!
Incompetent samurai!”
“Who gave you the delusion that attacking me together would somehow be enough to defeat me?”
The Daimyo’s face could no longer simply be described as “ugly.” His eyes had gone completely blank, and his body looked as if it had instantly fallen apart.
His fiercely loyal guards had long been beaten into a complete rout by Tatsukaze, and now they were being gleefully destroyed by a mere ten-year-old girl.
The attendants by his side were trembling violently.
Just moments ago, they had stood in front of him, looking like they would “protect the Daimyo to the death,” but now they were practically trying to hide behind their master.
And the heavily relied-upon guardian samurai hadn’t even lasted a single move!
‘Why…
why is he so unbelievably strong?’ The Daimyo’s mind could only endlessly echo this single thought, over and over again.
Beside the Daimyo, the palace-dressed princess was completely dumbfounded.
Growing up in the castle, she received the doting love of ten thousand people and the absolute obedience of a thousand servants every single day.
Naturally, she viewed the title of “Princess” with extreme reverence.
Therefore, when she found out that some wild brat from nowhere could also become a Princess, her inner resentment was entirely predictable.
Seeing Tsunade act like a country bumpkin, she had instinctively mocked her.
But looking at Tatsukaze’s terrifying dominance now—where not only the samurai, but even the Daimyo himself was cowering and constantly retreating before him…
A single man’s shout was enough to halt an army of thousands!
What kind of absolute majesty was this?
What kind of unparalleled spirit?!
‘Daimyo are like pigs and dogs.
In this man’s eyes, my father truly is no different from a pig or a dog…
Because both are things he can effortlessly slaughter whenever he pleases!’