Chapter 874 Chapter 874 Fountain
"You are wise, Demon Blade. You will rember this night for a long long ti and thank your lucky stars for it. Settle the affairs in your clan first. I shall summon you one of these days."
Our bored gar prophesied and left thereafter. Since he had gotten what he ca for tonight already then there was no need to make haste at all. He had every ti in the world.
"Patriarch!"
"Clan Leader!"
"You..." The remaining ninjas that was not stunned by our very own protagonist's techniques could not help but stop in shock. They could not believe what they were seeing.
Not a few number of them even rubbed their eyes repeatedly in order to ascertain everything over and over again.
"I know. I have been defeated. It's been a while but we can't change this truth. It is done." Fujima Mamoru lanted yet there was only a deafening silence that answered him.
He looked up from his disappointnt and the sa astonished faces greeted him again. So of them wanted to say sothing but could not find the courage to continue.
It was as if sothing too big was hindering them from doing so. Nevertheless, those present appeared like speechless frogs on the scene.
"What is it?!" Fujima Mamoru exploded in rage. It did not need saying that he was truly angry for the defeat that he experience on the hands of his new master.
"Pat...riarch... don't you feel anything strange right now?" Finally a brave ninja spoke the sentint of the many.
He started asking this tentative question and blinked his eyes like a virgin vying for the attention of his first love.
"What do you an? Of course i..." Fujima Mamoru started but halted halfway when he saw his freshly regenerated arm. It looked alien to his eyes!
The dead blemished skin was no more to be seen and even his permanent scars disappeared from its eternal place. He checked his other arm and saw the sa change.
More than that, a thorough inspection happened and he got his guesses all checked for him. The last one he touched was his face that felt as smooth as a baby's bottom.
"Soone bring a mirror." Fujima Mamoru commanded softly. He and his n could not have conjured a water mirror at once since their clan specialized in fire based techniques only.
"I shall get it for you, Patriarch!" A ninja volunteered and within breaths, he ca back with a moderate sized mirror in tow.
He placed it in front of his clan leader and another deep stillness visited the ranks.
"That strong senior has not only healed but he has also given so much more than that. That ans that i am..." Fujima Mamoru stopped his thoughts there.
From being a 91 year old ghost that was almost to his grave, he had returned to his pri. Demon Blade Mamoru looked no older than 20 at this ti.
"Summon the clan elders. I shall see them all tonight!" Fujima Mamoru commanded. He walked away, lost inside his own considerations.
If that unfathomable senior had that ability easily in his arsenal then it would simply an that he was nothing more but a replaceable piece of pawn.
At this ti, Fujima Mamoru could already decipher the aning of that senior's words earlier. Thus, he was determined to hold this chance of a lifeti.
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"Hehehe. This is why i love dealing with wise old n. It certainly makes the job a whole lot easier for ." Clark muttered in his chaos clone.
He has not left the vicinity since he wanted to know how his first slave would react to his boon. What he saw has definitely made him happy.
"I have high hopes for you, Demon Blade Mamoru." With that thought, our bored gar finally left the place.
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A week later and all the nearby clans were invaded by the Fujima Clan. This has made a more chaotic picture in the already hot war in the lands.
The expansion was unstoppable as kiloters of lands were devoured daily in the campaign. Of course, there was less blood shed in the aftermath of every engagents.
Our good gar was not a bloodthirsty devil that would call upon the slaughter of everyone involved.
With an invigorated Fujima Mamoru who just returned to his peak, all resistance appeared like paper tigers in consequence.
Alas, this irresistible force has beco a reason unity for all the rest yet to be conquered.
A number of clans has foregone their conflict and feud in order to provide one strong front against their enemy.
Three months later and the final fight in the Land of Sugar stepped on its conclusion. Two great forces was about to engage in a blood bath.
"You should surrender and serve my master, Yamashiro Sozen! Only death awaits you and your people if you resist! Take it as my good advice to you as your friend."
A strong man holding a terrible sword convinced. Thousands of people feared this sword as this weapon has been famous for dozens of years from its advent.
This was of course true to its wielder also.
"It seems that the rumors are indeed not false. You have really regained your youth, Mamoru. But unlike you, i would rather die than be a dog under anyone in this life!"
An old man answered with pride. The two groups in confrontation were in an open field at this ti. With ninjas like them, this was the best setting for a war of this scale.
One should know that there were dozens of thousands of people ready to shed their lives today.
"Then you leave you choice, my friend." Demon Blade Mamoru sighed. His master was clear on his instructions.
To kill only the strongest players in the ga and leave the weaker ones to live another day. Alas, it appeared like he would have to kill yet another old friend in this war laden fields.
"WAIT! We would like to get an audience with your master! If he could promise us the sa thing he did to you, i and the rest of my clan shall happily serve him!
We shall be the most loyal ninjas under his banner!" Another old man intruded upon this conversation of old n.
"What are you doing, Izuhara Kenjiro! Are you going to turn your back on us!" Yamashiro Sozen roared. He did not expect that one of his allies would do this of all tis.
"You can't bla , Sozen! The enemy is not soone that we can defeat!" Kenjiro shouted back.
"..." Unfortunately for him, Demon Blade Mamoru has already gotten his reply from his op master. Clark knew how to keep tabs and this Izuhara Clan was sothing of his acquaintance.
Thus, it was ti for retribution.
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