Chapter 200

Wind Style: Great Breakthrough is one of the Wind Style ninjutsu that Shamon is proficient in. Compared to the ordinary Great Breakthrough technique,

he takes a different approach by utilizing the terrain advantage, mixing sand and gravel into the Wind Style to grant this ninjutsu even greater lethality.

As expected, yellow sand is the true romance of a ninja from the Land of Wind~

Shamon watches with satisfaction as the sand and gravel dance along with the Wind Style, a look of smugness appearing in his eyes.

The violent yellow wind, carrying the sand and gravel, spreads a net of heaven and earth across the sky, swearing to bring the elusive Zuo Ling to justice.

However, as the great net descends, Shamon discovers that his meticulously prepared ninjutsu hasn't even caught a single hair.

He immediately looks up at the sky with a frown, and the scene he sees causes his mouth to drop open; he doesn't even notice when the swirling sand and gravel enter his mouth.

Just look at Shamon, who was so sure of victory a moment ago: he is now staring blankly with his bald head tilted back, his narrow eyes wide open, watching Zuo Ling soaring freely in the sky. He is so shocked that his thick jaw has dropped to the ground.

"He can really fly?"

"Ahem... Technology~ It's all technology~"

Facing the shocked Shamon, Uchiha Gin, realizing that Otsutsuki technology is indeed too advanced, hurriedly speaks up to laugh it off.

In this era, puppet techniques with strings haven't even appeared yet, and he has already churned out Iron Man; it is truly a dimensional strike.

"Zuo Ling, end this quickly."

Seeing that the battle between Zuo Ling and Shamon has reached a stalemate, Uchiha Gin has no choice but to transmit the order to the puppet floating in the sky via chakra.

They've already started an aerial battle, and that won't do; if this drags on any longer, he won't even be able to make it home for dinner.

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Sensing the command transmitted into its body, a faint glimmer flashes in Zuo Ling's yellow eyes, and it immediately assumes a diving posture, attacking Shamon, who is on guard on the ground.

"Hmph~ I haven't met an opponent in taijutsu yet!"

Watching Zuo Ling rush toward him, Shamon sneers. A mere puppet, how could it compare to his formidable physical body? Moreover, he has the Dragon Vein chakra protecting his body; ordinary people can't even get close to him.

"I hope your mouth is harder than my fist."

Zuo Ling, diving down, extends a delicate fist, wrapped in pale cyan chakra, and smashes it toward Shamon's large face.

Facing Zuo Ling's seemingly light punch, the arrogant Shamon doesn't take it to heart at all. He

as a guardian of the Dragon Vein, can receive the protection of the Dragon Vein's power as long as he is within the territory of Loulan, forming a pale purple chakra cloak around his body that can easily block the damage of ordinary taijutsu.

"I have the Dragon Vein protecting my body; ordinary taijutsu simply cannot shake me at all. Ugh~"

But this time, he has kicked an iron plate. Shamon's large face is hit squarely by Zuo Ling's small fist.

His nose bridge, which was somewhat high, is dented by this punch, and nosebleeds spray out instantly.

"I see you're a woman, so I'll let you have three moves. Come, come, come, two moves left."

Enduring the soreness coming from his face, Shamon covers his nose, stiffens his neck, and continues to be stubborn.

Hearing this, Zuo Ling doesn't indulge him. The power furnace in its body erupts with a primordial force, and several more arms grow from its back, wrapped in pale cyan light, attacking Shamon's fat face from left and right.

"Slap~ Bang~ Crack~ Thud~"

"Ah..."

After hearing a series of slapping sounds, painful wails echo in the depths of the desert.

Shamon, beaten into a pig's head by Zuo Ling, lies flat on the sand, his narrow eyes completely covered by swollen eye circles, with only trickling streams flowing slowly from the middle.

"Sob, sob, sob~ Why only hit the face? What should I do if I'm disfigured?"

Shamon, whose only injury is on his face, opens his red and swollen sausage mouth. Even though he can't see his eyes, Uchiha Gin can see the deep confusion on his unrecognizable face.

"Uh... Zuo Ling is a fully automatic puppet; I'm not too sure either. Maybe your face is just too provocative~"

Uchiha Gin, who just received the system's "Mental Energy Point +1" reminder, waves his hand to recall Zuo Ling, who still looks unsatisfied, and walks in front of the tearful Shamon.

Looking at the green dragon on the other's head that has turned into a pig-like worm, he suppresses the laughter in his heart and says with "sincere" apologies,

"Shamon, my brother, I'm really sorry. Zuo Ling doesn't know its own strength, but it should be fine. With this face of yours, disfigurement is the same as plastic surgery."

"Sob, sob, sob~"

Shamon, who has lost all hope, can only stare at the scorching sun in the sky and shed tears known as the pain of growth.

"Mr. Gin, are you really not staying for a few more days?"

In front of the gate of the Loulan camp, Shamon, in order to hide his ugliness, tightly wraps his face, which has swollen into a pig's head, with a wide face towel. Looking at Uchiha Gin, who is ready to set off, a muffled voice comes from under the towel.

"Shamon, my brother, I felt like I'd known you for a lifetime the moment we met. We should have been drinking wine and talking about the world, but unfortunately, it's wartime, and I really can't bear to let my family worry, so I have to leave first. I hope that when we meet next time, the turmoil in the Land of Wind will be settled and the world will be at peace."

Carrying a large bag of local specialties gifted by Shamon, Uchiha Gin tightens the dry rations hanging on his body, his tone full of reluctance.

The brothers in the Land of Wind are really too simple and honest; he can't bear to continue scamming them here.

"I'll take your word for it. The wind in the Land of Wind will stop."

Hearing this, a flash of determination crosses Shamon's heart, and he immediately reaches out to Uchiha Gin.

"Mr. Gin, thank you!"

"Uh... you're quite polite."

Being somewhat baffled by the sudden gratitude, Uchiha Gin still politely reaches out and shakes his hand.

"Although you have a puppet by your side, Mr. Gin, I'm still a bit worried. Let him lead the way and guide you to the main road nearby."

After saying goodbye, Shamon waves to the back, and a figure that is not unfamiliar walks over obediently; it is the ninja who guards the gate.

"Mr. Gin, leave the rest of the road to me. I can walk out of this area even with my eyes closed."

The guard with pale purple hair pats his chest and guarantees; he is the man known as the living map of the desert.

"Alright, then I'll trouble you~"

Seeing this situation, Uchiha Gin finds it hard to refuse any further, so he nods to the guard.

"The mountains don't turn, but the water does; we'll meet again in the world of martial arts~"

Waving his hand with his back to Shamon, Uchiha Gin follows the guard and walks into the rolling desert.

"Mr. Gin, next time we meet, I will let you see a brand new Shamon."

Watching Uchiha Gin's departing back, Shamon clenches his fists and secretly swears in his heart. Then he turns his head and looks at the black tower standing in the center of the Loulan camp; the struggle in his eyes turns into determination.

"Loulan is really too small."

Although as a member of the Dragon-Protecting Clan, Shamon is respected in Loulan, the black tower he guards has also become a cage that imprisons him.

Blinded by false glory, he, who couldn't even beat Mr. Gin's puppet, is not a true powerhouse.

He still has great ambitions to realize; Loulan, hidden from the world, is ultimately not his destination.

"Reto, let me go and test your mettle!"

Shamon, who already has the intention to leave, has the name Uchiha Gin mentioned appear in his mind. Let him go and test whether that man named Reto is qualified to unify the Ninja World of the Land of Wind.

The purple-haired guard takes Uchiha Gin across a barren plain, and after a few turns, they arrive at a main road with carriage tracks pressed into it. The exhausted guard pants heavily, points in a direction, and says to the man behind him who looks as usual,

"Phew~ Mr. Gin, this is the official road of the Land of Wind. Following that direction, you will reach the next town."

"Uh... so fast? Thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I don't know how many more detours I would have had to take~"

Rolling his dead-fish eyes helplessly, Uchiha Gin still thanks the guard who has worked hard for half a day in a very grateful tone.

Thank you so much; if it weren't for you, I would have been home by now.

"Not at all, not at all. You are Captain Shamon's friend; this is what I should do."

The purple-haired guard waves his hands repeatedly, signaling Uchiha Gin not to be polite.

"It seems you really admire Shamon, my brother~"

Uchiha Gin calculates his route home while chatting with the guard who is resting on the spot.

"That's for sure. Captain Shamon is my idol. As his number one follower, I go wherever he goes!"

As soon as the purple-haired guard mentions Shamon, stars can't stop appearing in his eyes; he looks like a veteran fan.

"Not bad, very spirited! By the way, I remember you just had a daughter."

Looking at the other's pale purple hair, Uchiha Gin suddenly remembers the daughter who will shine brightly in the future, so he asks,

"Hehe, Mr. Gin has a really good memory. Our little Chiyo will be a month old in a few days."

Speaking of his daughter, a touch of tenderness appears in the guard's eyes.

"Oh my, she's almost a month old? Look at me, I didn't bring any gifts when I came out~"

Uchiha Gin gropes around, but finds nothing. After thinking for a while, he reaches into his system bag, then pulls out a short purple stick. After taking a look at it, he hands it to the guard in front of him.

"Here, take this as a full-month gift for your daughter. Don't look down on it."

"Ah? No, no, it's too valuable!"

The guard, who subconsciously takes the short stick, feels that it is heavy in his hand. Looking closely, he discovers that a purple disc-shaped gemstone is embedded on the short stick.

The edges are carved with a ferocious giant dragon using an unknown silver metal. Looking at such an exquisite object, the guard immediately refuses, saying it is too valuable.

"Don't. There's no reason to take back something that has been given away."

Uchiha Gin waves his hand and pushes the useless big stick back. Anyway, he still has a pile of these in his bag; it's just right to give them to a little girl.

"Then I will thank Mr. Gin on behalf of Chiyo."

The guard, who cannot win, has no choice but to put the exquisite big stick into his arms and thank him repeatedly.

"Alright, you rest first. I have to get home quickly~"

Seeing that things are done, Uchiha Gin doesn't linger any longer. After greeting the guard, he turns and disappears on the main road.

"Eh? What happened?"

Just after Uchiha Gin left, the guard, having returned to Loulan, sees the messy crowd in front of the camp gate. Surprised, he approaches them.

"Captain Shamon, where are you going?"

After asking his colleagues, he learns that Captain Shamon is leaving Loulan. Surprised, he hurriedly squeezes into the crowd, finds Shamon in the center, and asks the burly man,

"I am going to change the Land of Wind. Do you want to come with me?"

Shamon, who is preparing to find Reto, recruits his once loyal subordinate.

"I am willing! Our whole family swears to follow Captain Shamon to the death!"

(End of chapter)