What's wrong with having a large harem if you're the emperor of the ninja world?

This naturally attracted Di Yan's attention.

Her gaze swept over them as if it were a tangible object.

With undisguised admiration... and greed...

Di Yan asked herself honestly, and she had indeed seen many stunning beauties.

For example, Tsunade's voluptuous maturity, and Hinata's shy yet ample figure...

But Samui possesses the ultimate sexiness that combines the uprightness of a Western frame with the delicate skin of an Eastern body.

It remains a top-tier existence.

“Samui…”

Di Yan repeated her name with amusement, while his fingers continued to twirl around her golden hair.

The force was neither too light nor too heavy, but enough to prevent her from breaking free.

"A good name. Now, Samui, tell me, who is your teacher?"

Samui bit her lower lip and turned her face to the side.

They expressed their final resistance through silence.

As a Jonin of Kumogakure, she has her own pride and bottom line.

We must never easily leak intelligence to the enemy.

however……

Di Yan had anticipated her reaction.

He chuckled softly, a laugh devoid of warmth, filled only with the cold indifference of someone in complete control.

then……

It was a force that carried a warning, a force that showed no mercy...

"hiss……"

Samui arched his back in pain, tears instantly streaming down his face.

This sudden warning instantly shattered the resolve she had just mustered.

"My patience is limited." Di Yan's voice turned cold, and the force in his hand increased, as if he would crush her in the next second. "Speak."

"It's...it's Lord Killer Bee!"

"Killer Bee, the Eight-Tails Jinchuriki! He's the Raikage's sworn brother!"

Samui practically cried out.

She was on the verge of a breakdown; this emperor was terrifying.

This made her disregard all secrecy regulations; all she wanted was for that damned emperor to leave as soon as possible.

Having received the answer, Di Yan suddenly felt a sense of relief...

Samui suddenly raised his head.

Her turquoise eyes were filled with tears.

Yet she forced a glare at Di Yan, attempting to salvage her last shred of dignity. 613

Samui's voice was trembling with tears and a blustering threat:

"You...you'd better let me go! Lord Raikage and Killer Bee will never let you get away with this!"

"Kumakushi will definitely demand an explanation from Konoha!"

Di Yan chuckled softly, as if he had heard an amusing joke.

He leaned down, close to Samui's tear-streaked face, so close they could almost feel each other's breath.

"statement?"

His voice was deep and magnetic, yet carried a despairing sense of oppression: "I am the law."

"As for that brute Raikage and that rapper Jinchuriki..."

A shiver ran through Di Yan's fingertips:

"If they dare to come, I wouldn't mind replacing the Raikage in Kumogakure."

His words were understated.

Yet it contains absolute confidence and ruthlessness.

It was as if destroying a ninja village and killing a Kage-level expert was nothing more than a piece of cake for him.

Sam's pupils constricted sharply, and his whole body went cold.

until now.

Only then did she truly realize what a terrifying existence she was facing.

That's not arrogance.

Rather, it is an indifference that comes from absolute power and overlooks all living beings.

All threats and wishful thinking were shattered at that moment.

All that remained was endless fear and despair.

Di Yan watched with satisfaction as the last glimmer of light in her eyes was swallowed by fear, and straightened up.

"Now……"

He slowly began to untie the bindings around his waist.

His gaze swept over Samui as if he were examining fish on a chopping board...

"It's time to let Jonin Samui experience the Fire Empire's 'hospitality' properly."

Samui closed his eyes in despair.

The last tear slid down the corner of her eye.

She knew she was doomed tonight...

[Ding! You have completed your interaction with Samui and gained Basic Swordsmanship Mastery!]

.......

99. Samui's value; leaving Konoha

"Proficient in swordsmanship?"

Di Yan seemed to be deep in thought as his consciousness sank into the system.

Sensing that newly incorporated, sharp and incisive understanding of technique.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise in his expression.

"Proficient in swordsmanship...and with a style that leans towards Killer Bee's ferocious yet precise approach?"

He muttered to himself, his gaze falling on Samui, who was slumped at his feet like mud, his blond hair soaked in sweat and stuck to his cheeks, his eyes unfocused.

This was an unexpected surprise.

However, it makes sense that he would acquire swordsmanship skills from Samui.

Samui's teacher was none other than Killer Bee of the Seven Swords Style.

Moreover, Samui's ninjutsu is primarily based on swordsmanship.

Di Yan originally thought that he would at most obtain some ordinary physical techniques or secret techniques related to Kumogakure from Samui.

Unexpectedly, it directly linked to the core of her lineage... the essence of Killer Bee's swordsmanship.

Although what is gained through "copying" is more of a basic "mastery" and understanding.

Rather than Killer Bee's unique fighting style that combines the power of a Jinchūriki.

However, it remains an extremely valuable practical asset.

The sword techniques in the ninja world seem to be largely the same.

In reality, each has its own lineage and its own unique secrets.

The Konoha-style swordsmanship is unpredictable and sharp, while Killer Bee's swordsmanship is expansive and unpredictable.

With each new skill he masteres, his combat system becomes more complete.

They are also more at ease dealing with various enemies.

"It seems that the benefits of having more in-depth exchanges with you, my 'gift,' go beyond just this."

Di Yan smiled with satisfaction and bent down.

He reached out and lightly slapped Sam's snow-white buttocks, which were covered with red marks, making a crisp sound.

Samui's body trembled violently.

Suddenly jolted awake from her daze, she let out a muffled sob.

Humiliation and fear flashed in her eyes.

"Don't be afraid,"

Di Yan's tone carried a playful air of complete control, "The days ahead are long, and I will slowly 'teach' you how to be an obedient gift."

As he spoke, he bent down directly.

He picked up Samui, who was so sore all over and couldn't even move a finger, and carried him horizontally.

“What…what are you doing…”

Samyi exclaimed in surprise.

I instinctively tried to struggle, but to no avail.

She could only bury her burning cheeks in his sweaty chest.

Choosing to escape reality.

She let him carry her into the inner room.

As soon as Samui stepped into the inner room, he felt several gazes fall on him.

She struggled to lift her eyelids and look...

Uchiha Hikaru and Uchiha Izumi were kneeling side by side on the soft tatami mat.

Two pairs of similar, magnificent Sharingan eyes stared at her without blinking.

It was filled with undisguised curiosity.

Uchiha Hikaru's gaze was the most direct, her small face full of inquiry.

His gaze swept over her body, especially over the ambiguous marks on her chest.

She seemed a little envious and a little puzzled, muttering to herself:

"My brother seems to really like touching this spot...~"

Uchiha Izumi's perspective was far more complex.

With a hint of scrutiny and comparison.

There was even a barely perceptible hint of displeasure and jealousy that the "new toy" was taking away her attention.

But more than anything, it's a condescending, Uchiha-style arrogance.

It was as if they were assessing the quality of a trophy.

These two completely different gazes both made her feel incredibly embarrassed.

It felt like needles pricking Samui's exposed skin.

She was disheveled and naked, held in the man's arms.

She was also stared at by two "little girls" as if they were looking at some rare animal, and the shame almost made her faint.

She tried desperately to hide her face, but there was nowhere to hide.