I'm doing Jujutsu Kaisen in the ninja world.

"However, the problem of insufficient strength has not yet been solved. If we encounter some powerful opponents, it is normal for the decapitation sword to break. But for now, it is sufficient."

Shinji pondered the merits and demerits of the weapon in his hand, summarizing his experience based on previous sword tests, and unknowingly returned to the vicinity of the palanquin where he had been besieged.

Clang!

As the man carrying a large sword, looking like a demon god, approached step by step, the surviving guards immediately drew their weapons in alarm.

It's not that they want to repay kindness with enmity, but rather that they are under too much pressure and can only use this method to give themselves a sense of security.

But just then, a soft and sweet voice came from inside the sedan chair.

"Put away your weapons, everyone. Is this how you treat your savior?"

The guards looked at each other, and finally gritted their teeth and put all their weapons back.

Firstly, it was because of the princess's orders, and secondly, they had realized that with the opponent's overwhelming strength, even if they pulled out all their weapons and combined them, they wouldn't be enough to kill the opponent with that big sword!

At that moment, Shinji also stopped and glanced at the sedan chair with some surprise.

He was thinking that he might as well kill this group of people as well, to save himself the trouble.

After all, if someone dares to brandish a weapon at him, it's pretty much certain they're an enemy.

But to his surprise, the person sitting inside the sedan chair suddenly spoke, rendering his previous excuse useless.

It's unclear whether the other party realized he had murderous intent or if it was just a coincidence.

Just as Shinji was considering whether to kill or flee, the voice from inside the sedan chair came out again.

"Thank you for saving my life. In gratitude, I should present you with a generous gift. However, I was in a hurry on this trip and did not prepare anything. If you like, please take it all. If you can leave your address, I will send someone to deliver another gift to express my gratitude upon my return."

Seeing that Shinji did not answer, she had no choice but to say again, "If you have any requests, please feel free to make them, and I will do my best to fulfill them."

"Tsk tsk~"

Shinji smacked his lips twice, glanced at the Seven Killing Lamps that were now fully lit on the Executioner's Blade, and after thinking for a moment, he put it back on his back and secured it.

"You should thank these corpses, not me."

After saying something meaningful, Shinji turned and left.

Since the trial run went very smoothly, let's give them a break.

Once Shinji's figure disappeared from sight, many guards immediately collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath...

However, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which caused some people to turn pale and start gagging.

Inside the small sedan chair, a dignified young woman in her prime breathed a sigh of relief, though her heart was still beating alarmingly fast.

Although she never left her sedan chair throughout the entire process, she could see everything that happened outside through the window.

This includes the mysterious and terrifying man who slaughtered all the bandits as if they were chickens or dogs, and the guard's unintentional gaze as if he were looking at a dead man when he couldn't help but draw his weapon!

In that instant, she realized that the other person was not a hero who had come specifically to save her.

That man... he just came here to kill someone and test his skills!

The act of killing someone to test the sword can be done by a bandit, a guard, or even... a princess.

One cut, and there won't be any difference!

So at that moment she finally couldn't help but give the order, commanding all the guards to put away their weapons.

Then they tried to lure them with money, hoping that the other party would take the goods and let them go.

However, the other party remained unmoved, which almost made her feel desperate.

To be honest, even when she encountered bandits and her guards were no match for them, she didn't consider it a hopeless situation. But at that moment, she was almost in despair.

But in the end, fate was kind to her.

It's unclear whether it was her words that had the effect, or whether the man wasn't as scary as she thought.

In short, the man left, and she survived.

"You should thank these corpses, not me... What do you mean by that?" the princess murmured to herself, her face suddenly turning pale.

She was now even more certain that she had indeed just narrowly escaped death.

"It's because there were enough bandits that he was able to test his sword, which is why he didn't kill the others..."

The princess was clever and quickly figured out the key point.

If there had been fewer bandits...

The princess couldn't help but shiver, feeling a chill run down her spine.

That terrifying man, like a demon god, was firmly imprinted in her mind.

. . . . . . . .

On the other side, when Shinji returned, Hidan glanced at the bloodstains on his clothes and roughly knew what had happened, but still couldn't help asking, "Why are you so slow? If I had known you would take this long to kill a few people, I would have preferred to let you go."

"You? Wait until you can beat me before you say things like that. Then I'll do whatever you say."

"Alright, it's a deal! You wait, I'll get you sooner or later. Then you'll be kneeling at my feet begging for my life... Ah!"

After retracting his fist, Shinji revealed a chilling smile. "There's no need to say things like that. Besides, you seem to have forgotten something..."

"Now, I'm the boss!"

Ada!

As the saying goes, "If you don't discipline someone for three days, they'll climb onto the roof and tear off the tiles."

Seeing that Hidan was getting a little cocky again, Shinji had no choice but to try his best to teach him a lesson.

After a good beating, I felt refreshed!

[Chapter 39. There is a monster]

The journey was tedious, so we'll skip over that.

After several days, Shinji and Hidan finally arrived at the area where the sacrifice was suspected to have gone missing.

This is a dilapidated town, repeatedly destroyed during the Ninja World War, eventually becoming a desolate wasteland with no one to govern it.

However, many homeless people choose to settle here.

To the east lies the Land of Fire, to the south the Land of Rivers, to the west the Land of Wind, and to the north the Land of Rain.

Because of the special location of the land, even by cheating and swindling, a large group of people were able to make a living.

As for all sorts of shady goods, there are even more exiled thieves and rogue ninjas.

So it's possible that the evil god cult's goods were lost in this area this time, and maybe they were stolen by some foolish force.

Shinji already knew all this information from the leader of the Takihata Cult before he arrived.

At first, he also thought it wasn't done by people from here, but rather by people from the Grass Country who had double-crossed him.

But when he actually set foot in this desolate town, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and things might not be so simple.

Can you smell it?

"Ah, this strong smell of blood couldn't have been formed in just one or two days, it's truly intoxicating!" Hidan took a deep breath, and an excited expression gradually appeared on his face.

“Something’s not right. We haven’t seen a single living person since we came in.”

"Could it be that someone killed everyone here before we did?"

Shinji frowned; things were getting a bit tricky. "Search more carefully; there must be some who slipped through the net."

Once we find survivors, we'll know exactly what happened here.

They just didn't know whether this desolate and dilapidated town had really become a ghost town, or whether their methods were wrong. They walked for more than ten minutes without seeing a single living person.

This is absolutely unbelievable!

"Where else can those homeless guys go besides here?"

Hidan's muttering reached Shinji's ears.

Yes, so many people have nowhere to go, they'd probably rather die here than not.

So where are the people?

Shinji suddenly walked into a dilapidated house next door. There were many houses like this along the way. Because the doors, windows and most of the walls were long gone, you could often see everything inside at a glance and know whether there was anyone inside.

Shinji hadn't thought much of it at first, but Hidan's casual remark gave him some inspiration.

Upon entering the house and checking, they indeed found something!

"What's so interesting about this run-down place?" Hidan continued to mutter.

But just then, Shinji, who had squatted down and then stood up again, spoke up and said, "I know where everyone is hiding. Come with me."

After leaving, Shinji would insist on going inside any house he saw, no matter how dilapidated it was.

Finally, in the third house, Shinji used his foot to pry open the messy straw, revealing a wooden board inside. He then gripped the edge and lifted it up.

Suddenly, a pitch-black hole appeared in front of them.

"Underground?"

Hidan was somewhat surprised.

Shinji shook his head. "It's not clear yet, but many of the houses here should have cellars, and those people might be hiding inside."

"What's so difficult about that? We'll just go down and see!"

Hidan, skilled and daring, lit the torch and jumped in without a word, not caring how deep it was or whether anyone was lying in ambush.

Shinji shook his head as he watched.

Then, not long after, Hidan's voice came from below, "Come down, there's an old man inside who's about to die."

Upon hearing this, Shinji first tore open a small blood pack he carried with him, poured out the blood inside, and then lit a torch and jumped down as well.

The cellar was no more than five meters deep, and as soon as they landed, they saw Hidan standing not far in front of them.

"What about people?"

"Here."

Shinji walked over and saw an old man, about sixty years old, leaning against the wall. His face was withered, his body was weak, and his lips were chapped. He was barely breathing.