From Danmachi to God of Ninja

Chapter 70: Chapter 70

"Shocking! A young man encounters the Seven Swordsman — their true purpose was actually..."

"A woman beaten to death alive! Was this the collapse of morality or the distortion of human nature?"

"Muscle domination! The ruthless young warrior’s path to a hundred kills..."

Kiriya’s large headshot, paired with those bizarre titles, instantly attracted countless readers.

For a time, buyers flooded in, praise poured out, and an absurd situation arose where paper became expensive across the shinobi world.

This was something even the people who started the rumor had never expected.

"Damn those Konoha bastards!"

In Kirigakure, the Sandaime Mizukage slammed his fist into the desk, smashing it apart on the spot.

Several ANBU were so frightened that they quickly knelt, trembling and not daring to raise their heads.

During this period, because of Konoha’s actions, Kirigakure had suffered disastrous losses.

Not only were the Seven Ninja Swordsmen gone, but the Six-Tails jinchūriki was gone as well!

The village’s high-end combat strength had been badly weakened, and its reputation had taken a brutal blow.

Under those circumstances, several villages that had originally made arrangements with Kirigakure to deal with Konoha smelled weakness like sharks drawn to blood.

They moved in with open robbery and hidden schemes, making Kirigakure’s losses even worse.

Someone had to answer for such an unfavorable situation, and as Mizukage, he was the first in line.

The position that had once held some advantage had collapsed almost instantly.

And the reason could be traced back to one person.

"Senju Kiriya!"

The Mizukage gnashed his teeth, rage burning in his chest. He smashed another vase, but even that failed to ease the hatred in his heart.

Only after destroying many of the furnishings in the office did he finally calm himself a little.

"Send word to Iwagakure," the Mizukage said, a bloodthirsty red light flashing in his eyes. "Ask them whether they want information on that brat."

"And ask the one from Kumogakure whether he is interested in joining a hunt."

...

"This guy is dangerous, B. If you meet him, do not get careless. Go all out from the start."

On Kumogakure’s front line, A handed a small booklet to Killer B, his expression grave.

"Huh? Didn’t expect you to be into this kind of story, Brother. That’s kind of surprising."

Killer B flipped through the booklet with a strange look on his face.

The people around him also looked like they wanted to laugh but did not dare, and each of them was clearly suffering from holding it in.

"Idiot!"

A punched his little brother.

"I’m telling you to look at this guy. Memorize this face properly! Don’t mess around and get yourself caught off guard."

"No matter who’s the enemy is, I go all in, no pretending, no retreating, victory’s where I begin!"

Killer B expressed his stance through a strange rap, and only then did A nod in satisfaction.

...

"Young people these days really are becoming more and more ridiculous."

In Iwagakure, Tsuchikage Ōnoki looked at the intelligence in his hand and sighed.

"Then... Father, what should we do now?" his son Kitsuchi asked.

"What should we do? We do what we do."

Ōnoki raised his chin slightly.

"He can be strong if he wants. It’s not as if we are weak."

"Pass down the order. If small squads encounter this person, they are not to engage for long. They must withdraw quickly and report the situation. Have Han and Rōshi prepare to provide support at any moment."

At that point, the Tsuchikage folded his hands under his chin, a confident smile appearing on his face.

"Our jinchūriki of Iwagakure are not unfinished products like Kirigakure’s! If that kid wants to test himself against us, we’ll make sure he never returns."

...

"Kazekage-sama, this person... how should we respond?"

The Yondaime Kazekage, Rasa, lightly tapped his fingers against the desk a few times before speaking.

"For the time being, he does not pose a threat to us. A power like that will be used against Kumogakure or Iwagakure first."

"However, we can use this to negotiate with the other villages. I imagine there will be people interested in cooperation."

"Yes."

...

While the shinobi world churned with storms, Kiriya was lying peacefully inside a tent, receiving close care from several young medical-nin.

"Kiriya-sama, have some fruit."

"Kiriya-sama, are you tired? I’ll massage your legs for you!"

"Kiriya-sama, it’s time to take your medicine..."

The injured shinobi nearby watched the pretty medical-nin surrounding Kiriya, and their eyes turned red with envy.

Damn it!

They were injured too, so why was the treatment so different?

They had bled for Konoha too!

They had earned merit for the Hokage too!

"I want to see Lord Jiraiya! I want to file a complaint!"

One shinobi finally could not hold back and shouted.

’Dude, well done. I support you.’

Several wounded shinobi who preferred not to be named silently gave him a thumbs-up in their hearts.

"Hmph. Kiriya-sama is a hero of the village. He wiped out that many enemies by himself. And you? May I ask what great merit you’ve earned?"

One of the young medical-nin planted her hands on her hips and questioned him with fierce momentum.

The shinobi immediately wilted.

Compared with Kiriya, his little bit of merit really was nothing worth mentioning.

Anonymous wounded shinobi: silence.

"Useless."

The injured shinobi beside him snorted coldly.

"We gave you the chance, and you still couldn’t make use of it."

"If you’re so capable, you do it!"

The shinobi immediately grew indignant, but the moment he said that, the others all raised their heads and looked at the sky.

They only dared complain to fellow patients.

If they actually tried to criticize Kiriya, they would not even need Kiriya to do anything.

The fanatics around him would teach them how to behave in minutes.

"Man... life is hard."

....

"Hahahaha! Kiriya-kun, we came to see you!"

Might Duy threw his head back and laughed as he strode into the tent.

Behind him came a large group of shinobi, all of them people who had fought alongside Kiriya in the previous battle.

"Uh..."

The bowl cut, the thick eyebrows, the green bodysuit, and that one-of-a-kind "burning youth" energy immediately made the young medical-nin feel uncomfortable all over.

They quickly backed away.

By the time they realized what had happened, Kiriya was already surrounded by a group of grown men, and the girls could only sigh in regret over the perfect chance they had lost.

"How are you feeling? Has your body recovered a bit?" Might Duy asked.

"Much better."

Kiriya bent one arm and struck a bodybuilder pose to show off his muscle.

"I might not look it right now, but my recovery is actually pretty good."

"Oh, what a powerful body! It really is the perfect material for taijutsu training."

Might Duy was so moved that tears started flowing again.

"Kiriya-kun, would you like to crawl five hundred laps around the camp on your hands with me to commemorate our blazing youth?"

The moment he said that, the young medical-nin around them glared over at once and started bombarding him.

"Hey, you thick-browed idiot! Kiriya-sama is injured. He needs proper rest!"

"Exactly! And Kiriya-sama is so noble... how could you make him do something that embarrassing?"

"If you want to make a fool of yourself, go ahead, but don’t drag our Kiriya-sama into it!"

The young medical-nin chattered over one another, sounding like a thousand ducks going wild at full volume.

The shinobi standing behind Might Duy immediately regretted coming with him.

They should have known better than to follow this guy.

His ability to draw hatred was way too damn strong.

Just look at these girls.

One by one, they were burning with crimson battle aura, practically possessed by rakshasa.

They were terrifying!

But faced with that storm of criticism and the girls’ murderous pressure, Might Duy did not look angry at all. Instead, he gave them all a bright thumbs-up.

"Oh! Thank you for your encouragement! I will continue to work hard. Your approval is the brightest color of youth! Oh, youth!"

After saying goodbye to everyone, he ran out to start circling the camp on his hands.

The medical-nin: "Σ(っ°Д°;)っ"

There was no saving him.

That man was completely beyond saving.

But Kiriya-sama was innocent!

At the very least, they could not let him get infected by that idiot virus.

So the girls decided to use their authority as medical staff and drive these bored men out as quickly as possible.

Just then, Kiriya spoke.

"Um... onee-sans, I’ve been lying here for so long that I’m getting a little bored. Can I talk with my friends for a while?"

His voice was gentle, and when paired with that clean, sunny smile, the girls’ mood instantly changed from storm clouds to clear blue skies.

Each of them smiled softly, their voices sweet enough to melt bones.

"Of course. But Kiriya-sama, you still have to rest properly. You can’t chat for too long, all right?"

"Of course. Thank you."

Naturally, Kiriya agreed a thousand times over.

Only then did the girls leave, satisfied.

Seeing the way those young medical-nin left with pink cheeks and dreamy expressions, what could the shinobi say?

They could only raise their thumbs toward Kiriya and offer him one huge word in their hearts.

Respect!

At the same time, they could not help sighing over how unfair the world was.

Sometimes, the gap between one person and another really was bigger than the gap between a person and a dog.

This world was far too cruel to mature, stylish men whose charm had been refined by the passage of time.

"So, everyone, did you come here for something?" Kiriya asked when he saw the group sighing to themselves.

"Nothing much. We just came to check on you."

The shinobi laughed it off, then began chatting with Kiriya about everything and nothing.

Of course, most of the conversation revolved around Kiriya’s impressive performance and overwhelming strength from the previous battle.

At first, Kiriya was a little impatient.

But each of these men turned out to be surprisingly talented at talking, and their compliments were pleasant enough that he found it hard to cut the conversation short.

As the atmosphere grew more relaxed, one shinobi spoke with a sigh full of emotion.

"Kiriya-kun, you’re such a young talented man. It hasn’t even been that long, and you’ve already earned so much merit for Konoha."

"No, no, it’s nothing. Everyone is just being too kind."

Kiriya’s lips kept trying to curl upward, but he still waved his hand with a modest expression.

"Still, there is one thing that feels like a real shame."

The shinobi suddenly changed direction, slapping his thigh hard with a look of deep regret.

"What is it?" Kiriya’s curiosity was hooked.

"Kiriya-kun, you’re someone meant to do great things, yet you don’t have anyone by your side to take care of you. How is that acceptable?"

The man looked genuinely offended on Kiriya’s behalf.

"For a genius like you, every minute is precious. If that time is used for training or studying ninjutsu, who knows how much value you could create? But if you keep getting held back by the small troubles of daily life, wouldn’t that be a terrible waste?"

"Yes, yes, exactly."

The surrounding shinobi immediately echoed him.

Kiriya had a vague guess where this was going, but he still asked uncertainly, "So... what are you suggesting?"

"I have a young niece at home. She just turned sixteen! I wouldn’t dare call her the most beautiful girl in the world, but she’s gentle, pleasant, and knows how to take care of people. I think she should stay by your side and look after you. It would be convenient for you too."

"This... isn’t that a bit inappropriate?"

Kiriya was honestly shocked.

Were the locals always this enthusiastic?

They were directly offering girls now?

"What’s inappropriate about it?" the plump middle-aged shinobi said firmly. "Your daily needs get taken care of, and she gets to listen to your guidance at any time. Isn’t that perfect for both sides?"

"There’s no rush, Really, no rush."

Cold sweat started forming on Kiriya’s forehead.

The man’s eagerness to send the girl over made him instantly suspicious.

’This so-called sweet sixteen beauty... she isn’t secretly the kind of girl who makes people question their will to live, is she?’

"How can there be no rush?" The plump middle-aged shinobi’s eyes widened. "Your health and personal life concern Konoha’s future. I—"

Before he could finish, a burly bearded man shoved him aside.

"Kiriya-sama, don’t listen to him. His niece is skinny as a bean sprout! What’s there to look at? My daughter is much better. She’s strong, healthy, and have a huge breast. You absolutely can’t go wrong with her."

Good.

This one was even more direct!

Kiriya looked at the man’s thick beard and gorilla-like build, and a cold shiver ran down his spine.

This was not sending him a girl.

This was sending him to his death!

"Your daughter’s arm is thicker than my thigh, and you still have the nerve to recommend her?"

"Bah! Don’t bring out your bean sprout and embarrass yourself."

"What did you say? You want to fight?"

"Fight, then! You think I’m scared?"

"Everyone, calm down. Let me say something fair!"

"Shut up!" x2

"Hey, now you’ve pissed me off too!"

The tent instantly descended into chaos.

Every shinobi was trying hard to sell the girl from his own family while dragging down everyone else’s candidate.

The whole scene became as lively as a street market, leaving Kiriya sitting there with an awkward, helpless expression.