From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 393 Caesar: Holy crap, using a cannon to kill a mosquito?
Caesar was running like his life depended on it, carrying the heavily wounded Shotoku Mai on his back.

He could swear to God that he had never run away so fast in his entire life, and he even wished he had two more legs!
call out--!
A piercing sound, like thunder, echoed through the sky.

The flying weasel, circling back with the message, and Caesar, almost instinctively, stomped his foot hard on the ground, using the enormous reverse force to forcibly shift sideways several meters.

A cold glint, too sharp to be seen with the naked eye, grazed his cheek, narrowly missing him.

Then, on the flat ground, a clear, yet extremely regular, mark was left, as if it had been cut by something extremely sharp.

Beads of cold sweat, each the size of a soybean, trickled down Caesar's temples, gathering at his refined jawline before finally dripping down.

So close! Thank goodness!

If his reaction had been even a fraction slower or slightly off, his head would be gone by now.

Caesar turned around and looked at the figure in the yellow robe amidst the clamor of dust and smoke. He seemed to swallow hard.

The person, draped in a yellow robe and wearing a pale mask, slowly raised his tattered sleeve, extended his slender, fair wrist, and lightly grasped it with his long, delicate fingers.

Caesar could clearly sense an inviolable sacred realm expanding outwards from that person.

The weasel flying in the air seemed to sense the strange and terrifying aura before its master, and screamed a hysterical warning.

The next second, the space within a radius of tens of meters seemed to be instantly drawn into a vacuum.

The visible air, like a torrent, converged directly in front of Caesar's line of sight, forming a roaring wind dragon.

The dust and smoke on the street within a hundred meters radius were all attracted by the roaring wind dragon. Broken concrete debris, steel bars, and even streetlights and car wrecks were all swept into it and then shredded in the high-speed spinning hurricane, rushing towards Caesar like a giant cutting machine!
This is simply beyond human capability!

The wind dragon, engulfed in the steel wreckage, roared and spun forward, pulverizing everything in its path.

Why did things turn out this way?

That story begins an hour and a half ago, when they had just come ashore.

Mai Shude was steering the yacht, checking the direction as she spoke, and said to him, "We're almost ashore. We need to be careful. I reckon those guys are looking for you all over the world."

"What's there to be afraid of? Aren't I already 'dead'?" Caesar said casually, his expression indifferent.

"You don't really think you can fool them by faking your death, do you?" Mai rolled her eyes at him and said irritably, "Your father could live even with his head chopped off, let alone you who was only shot once. They don't think they're that easy to fool."

"You say Pompeii faked his death, what evidence do you have?"

Caesar frowned slightly, still finding it hard to believe.

At that time, he personally cut off Pompeii's head and was certain that he was truly dead; there was no way he could have been mistaken.

"How can you be sure that what you see, touch, hear, and feel is real?" Mai Shude chuckled and said meaningfully, "Don't be too confident. There are still many things in this world that you don't know."

“A hallucination.” Caesar narrowed his eyes, quickly guessing the possibility: “Or perhaps, it’s some kind of hypnotic power, right?”

"I don't know, I'm not a god."

Mai Shude shook her head and said, "That's it? The boss told me."

"Then who is your boss?" Caesar asked again.

"Hehe, it's a secret~" Mai shrugged and sighed, "I'm just an employee, I don't have the right to sell my boss's information. Don't ask so many questions. My task is to get you to Rome, and then you can handle the rest yourself!"

"You won't help me?"

Caesar raised an eyebrow, surprised. "I thought you'd come with me." "No need, Young Master Caesar."

Mai crossed her arms, making a big X, and shook her head like a rattle-drum: "I don't want to get involved in any trouble. We'll go our separate ways after we get off the ship!"

"You're quite clever," Caesar sighed. If he could, he wouldn't want to get involved in this trouble.

Unfortunately, from the moment he rejected Pompeii, he had no other choice.

Under the cover of darkness, the yacht traversed the bay and harbor, silently docking at the shore. Mai Shude pulled down the gate and turned to Caesar, saying, "Oh, by the way, there's something I need to tell you before we leave: the main characters have arrived. Good luck!"

"The main characters?"

Caesar was slightly taken aback, but then realized that she must be referring to the person sent by Kassel. So he nodded and said, "Thank you. I will repay your kindness if I have the chance."

"Wow, the favor of the Gattuso family heir, I'll have to think about it carefully~" Mai Shude tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a smile playing on her lips, looking exceptionally radiant in the hazy moonlight.

Call ~
A gentle breeze swept across the coast.

Suddenly, the chilling aura contained within sent shivers down Caesar's spine!

Word of Power: Kamaitachi!
The dancing wind spirits scattered joyfully, expanding layer by layer like radar, bringing back all the information from the vicinity.

Caesar abruptly turned his head to look at the harbor bridgehead, where a figure draped in a tattered yellow robe stood like a ghost, wearing a pale mask on his face, with three strange, intertwined runes like tentacles painted on it with twisted yellow paint, making Caesar's scalp tingle.

"Secret Order?!"

As soon as Caesar uttered the words, the ghostly figure in the yellow robe seemed to open its palm and grasp something, then gently tossed it toward them.

boom--!
The seemingly effortless movement caused a huge uproar!

The air suddenly seemed to boil like water in a pot, violently surging and churning. A beam of light, completely imperceptible to the naked eye, streaked across the view in the hazy, dim night.

The beam of light slanted across the night sky, creating layers of water curtains as it swept across the lake.

In that life-or-death moment, Mai Shude forcefully shoved Caesar aside, but the price was that she was pierced through the abdomen by that beam of light, and blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering all over the deck.

"Run!" Mai Shude's pupils dilated, and she coughed up blood. With her last bit of strength, she said intermittently, "It's Word of Power: Judgment!"

After saying this, she lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss.

Trial?!
Caesar's pupils constricted sharply, as if struck by lightning.

He turned his head in shock and looked at the yellow-robed figure standing at the bridgehead. The bloodshot pupils seemed to want to tear the yellow robe apart and see the person inside.

However, the figure draped in yellow robes once again opened his five fingers, then slowly closed them in a half-fist.

A chilling, ominous atmosphere filled the air. The faint light, seemingly capable of piercing through everything, once again streaked across the hazy night sky, its target none other than Caesar!
Without a second thought, Caesar scooped up Mai Shude and instantly activated his 'Blood Burst' state.

He stomped his feet hard on the deck, unleashing a torrent of power that shot him away like an arrow.

boom!
A loud noise came from behind him, and Caesar glanced over out of the corner of his eye.

But then, the complete yacht was found to have been neatly split in two, as if it had been cut by a water jet.

escape!escape!escape!
In an instant, Caesar's mind was filled with only the thought of escaping.

(End of this chapter)