From Danmachi to God of Ninja

Chapter 65: Chapter 65

"Monster... That guy’s a monster!"

The dozen or so surviving Kirigakure shinobi were already injured, and after witnessing that scene, whatever courage they had left completely shattered.

Their faces turned bloodless.

The elite lineup they had been so proud of had lasted barely three minutes against Kiriya, and more than half of them were already dead.

With that kind of combat power... even if Mizukage-sama came personally, would the result be much different?

He was only in his teens, yet he already had strength like this.

If he were given enough time to keep growing, what kind of monster would he become?

Just imagining that future filled the remaining Kirigakure shinobi with hopelessness.

Konoha’s side was the complete opposite. S

hock, joy, and excitement surged through them all at once.

They had thought they were launching a desperate charge with their lives on the line. But by the time they arrived, they found that their ally had already wiped out most of the enemy force by himself.

For many of them, the most exhausting part of the whole operation had been the sprint over here.

And honestly...

That felt amazing!

"He’s strong. Seriously, he’s ridiculously strong."

"It’s hard to believe he’s really only sixteen."

"Well, he is Lord Jiraiya’s student, so... maybe this kind of result isn’t that strange?"

"Are you stupid? Lord Jiraiya is amazing, sure, but how long has he even been teaching him? The important part is Kiriya-sama own strength."

"Exactly! Long live Kiriya-sama!"

"Kiriya-sama is insane..."

The same shinobi who had doubted Kiriya’s strength earlier were now practically worshipping him in their hearts.

Several had already made up their minds that from this day onward, they would cling tightly to this powerhouse’s leg and never let go.

While cheering, the Konoha shinobi also began closing in on the remaining Kirigakure forces, each of them wearing a friendly smile that was not friendly at all, hands flexing and weapons ready.

They had spent days being harassed around the clock until they were nearly driven mad.

Now that the chance had come, there was no way they would let this debt go unpaid.

Sensing the hostile gazes closing in from every direction, the Kirigakure shinobi turned even paler.

"Run... Run!"

No one knew who shouted first, but the remaining Kirigakure shinobi suddenly burst into motion, fleeing in different directions as fast as their legs could carry them.

Under the pressure of survival, their bodies squeezed out three hundred percent of their remaining potential.

Each of them moved so fast that afterimages almost appeared behind them.

The Konoha shinobi had not expected these people to run that quickly, and for a moment, they failed to react.

Once they snapped out of it, anger flared through them, and they immediately gave chase.

If the duck was already cooked and still managed to fly away, they might as well stop showing their faces in Konoha.

They were not too worried about the enemy escaping.

The Kirigakure shinobi were fast, but only because they were brutally forcing their damaged bodies beyond their limits.

Considering how badly wounded they were, they would not get far.

Besides, fear had already broken them. With their minds in chaos, being able to use even two or three tenths of their real strength would already be impressive.

Konoha still had a killing machine like Might Duy on their side. As long as they stayed careful, there should not be any major issue.

Reality turned out exactly as expected.

Before long, the fleeing Kirigakure shinobi were caught.

With Might Duy’s overwhelming taijutsu supporting them, Konoha quickly finished the executions.

The Kirigakure forces had come to fish.

Unfortunately for them, they had baited a great white shark, and now the whole boat had flipped over.

Not only that, the fishermen themselves had been dragged under until nothing was left.

The shinobi world truly had a pitch-black sense of humor.

"Now I owe Kiriya-kun my life again."

Might Duy sighed, full of emotion.

"Not just you. We all owe Kiriya-sama our lives," a chūnin beside him said, immediately earning nods of agreement from the others.

Kiriya had won everyone’s respect through sheer strength.

No one dared look down on him as a mere teenager anymore, and they all began addressing him as "Sama" with genuine respect.

"I wonder what Kiriya-sama likes. He saved our lives, it wouldn’t feel right if we didn’t show our gratitude somehow," a mature-looking jōnin said.

"Right, right. Duy, you’ve spent the most time with Kiriya-sama. Tell us, what does he like?"

A middle-aged man with a small tuft of beard on his chin nudged Might Duy with his elbow.

"What he likes..."

Might Duy frowned in deep thought.

Then he suddenly remembered something Kiriya had once said to him.

"In this world, only beautiful women and good food must never be betrayed."

"Easy enough! When we get back, I’ll take him to that barbecue place."

A young man immediately came up with what he thought was a brilliant idea.

"How generous of you."

Someone beside him spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"A life-saving debt is only worth one meal to you?"

"Then what do you suggest?" the young man shot back, unconvinced.

"Hmph. Now that you mention it, Kiriya-sama isn’t that young anymore. He’s about the right age to start thinking about marriage."

A slightly plump middle-aged man stroked his chin and murmured, "My niece just turned sixteen. She’s beautiful, gentle, and just the right match for a talented young man like Kiriya-sama."

"Hey, that’s not a bad idea."

Several shinobi with unmarried female relatives of suitable age instantly brightened.

If the marriage alliance actually succeeded, they would be clinging to a golden thigh for real.

Not only could they rise in status personally, their entire clans might benefit from it.

Seeing this, the shinobi who did not have suitable unmarried women in their families nearly beat their chests in regret.

They had missed a heaven-sent chance.

"Oh, so Kiriya-sama is a man of refined tastes."

A middle-aged man with a thin mustache suddenly thought of something and nodded repeatedly.

"Understood. Once we get back, I’ll send him a few ’treasured books’ from my private collection for proper appreciation."

That idea took a completely different path, and the shinobi who had just been regretting their lack of marriage candidates immediately straightened their backs again.

True.

Even if they could not become relatives, becoming close friends in another very meaningful sense was not bad either.

In a way, it counted as one of life’s great bonds between men.

"Oh? You’re finally willing to part with them?" A chubby shinobi slung an arm over the mustached man’s shoulders, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I begged you for those before, and you wouldn’t even let me touch them. Considering we just survived life and death together, spare me a little support, yeah?"

"Hmph. Is that the same thing?"

The mustached middle-aged man did not hold back at all.

"Kiriya-sama saved my life. You? Go find shade and sit there."

They had just crushed an enemy force several times their size despite being in a terrible position, and it had been a clean annihilation at that.

Everyone was in high spirits, and the conversation quickly wandered all over the place.

They had barely gotten started when a furious roar shook the battlefield!

"Brat, come here and die!"

The voice was filled with endless hatred and killing intent as deep as the sea.

"Damn it! It’s that jinchūriki!"

The Konoha shinobi snapped awake.

They had been so focused on chasing down the remaining Kirigakure forces that they had completely forgotten there was still one terrifying enemy left.

It was not entirely their fault.

Kiriya’s earlier massacre had been too shocking, leaving them with no room to think about anything else.

And afterward, they had been busy chasing down the defeated enemy, so naturally they had no time to remember the gloomy bandaged woman.

But now, that massive chakra dragged them back to reality.

The danger was not over yet.

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