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ASFUCITWON Chapter 184: Reiji Returns Home
🕑 Added 2025-04-11 14:39:25 +0000 UTCFor Reiji, night was a time for calm, not to taint the air with blood and the sounds of jutsu explosions.
Therefore, Reiji decided to let the attackers continue their assault to their heart's content.
Let them expend their energy, let them become frustrated in front of the invisible wall they could not breach.
However, before Reiji truly headed to bed, he decided to stop by the Fuinjutsu Control Room.
Where Reiji wanted to ensure everything was going according to plan—and more than that, Reiji wanted to check on the condition of his students.
Ise, Fuso, and the others.
Those people had worked hard to keep the sealing system stable throughout the night, and although Reiji believed in their abilities, still...
Reiji wanted to see for himself, where he could confirm with his own eyes that they were all right.
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"Well then, Uncle Keito! I'm heading home now."
"Just tell the others to go home and rest."
"The Fuinjutsu I created is truly resistant to all their attacks," Reiji said casually, his smile wide but hiding an unseen fatigue.
Reiji's eyes radiated satisfaction, like a painter who had just completed a masterpiece.
Keito nodded slowly.
Keito's expression appeared calm, but his eyes remained sharp, observing Reiji as if reading deep into his thoughts. "I know, Reiji."
"But letting the ninjas go home after I called them here feels rude."
"They came not just to fight, but to prove themselves, to feel the tension again."
"It has been a long time since they felt pressure like this."
"Just let it be... in the morning, I will order them to rest."
Keito's thin smile reflected a deep understanding of humanity and honor.
Where Keito was not just a leader, but also a guardian of the dignity of many ninjas now standing outside his home.
"Alright, Uncle Keito. Then, I’ll take my leave," Reiji replied, and he immediately turned his body.
Reiji's steps appeared light yet unhurried.
He walked across the Fuinjutsu room, now filled only with the faint echoes of the previous conversation.
As he reached the threshold, Reiji slightly bowed his head and lazily slipped on his sandals—two seemingly ordinary sandals, but they had accompanied Keito through many long nights.
Once outside Keito's house, the night air welcomed him—cool, damp, and filled with the salty aroma of the sea surrounding Uzushio.
A thin mist floated above the cobblestone streets, like a curtain that did not fully conceal the view.
In the yard, several ninjas stood silently, their bodies erect, their eyes sharp as they watched Reiji.
Some appeared curious, while others seemed to be assessing: Who exactly is this young man?
Reiji responded with absolute calm.
Reiji's shoulders were slightly raised, his posture appeared lazy yet proud.
He did not look at them, but he knew every detail of their positions, as if reading a page from a book he had memorized.
Reiji's steps were steady, neither fast nor slow, like someone who knew the entire world would adjust its pace to follow Reiji's rhythm.
The village streets felt quiet.
The wet cobblestones reflected the dim light of the moon, creating a cold reflection that seemed to emphasize the stillness of the night.
The night breeze blew gently, carrying the scent of seaweed, damp earth, and a hint of smoke from the now-empty kitchens.
In the silence of Reiji's journey, his thoughts were not at ease.
He turned various possibilities over in his mind, like puzzle pieces that did not fit.
'Should I kill them all tomorrow morning?' Reiji thought.
Ninjas from three great villages—elite military forces—had come to destroy.
Killing them would eliminate the threat, but it would also create a grudge that would never extinguish.
Comments
Marvin Baltes
'Should I kill them all tomorrow morning?' you definitly need to show what happens if reach into a hornet´s nest thinking there is only honey in there
