The chief's pronouncement sent a chill down the spine of Sia, Julia, and Jack. It was a stark reminder that the horrors unfolding before them were not the result of a frenzied mob but rather a calculated and organized event orchestrated by the tribe's leadership. The very fact that the chief referred to the victims as "servants" emphasized the dehumanizing nature of their actions, reducing the victims to mere commodities for consumption.
As the tribe's chief spoke, the guardsman who had been ensnared in Sin's genjutsu stood before him, a living testament to the group's presence in the village. The guardsman's presence in this pivotal moment raised questions about how their presence would be perceived and what actions the chief might take in response.
Sin's gaze remained steady on the unfolding scene, his Sharingan eyes were ever watchful for any signs of hostility or suspicion. He recognized that their precarious position had not changed, and the chief's words had not altered the grim reality of their mission.
Despite the tension that hung in the air, the group understood that this was not the time to act impulsively. They needed to proceed with caution, avoiding any actions that might trigger a violent response from the tribe or jeopardize their chances of rescuing Lita. Every move they made had to be calculated, and their ultimate goal remained unchanged: to infiltrate the tribe, locate Lita, and ensure her safe return.
The eerie silence of the ensnared guard did not go unnoticed by the tribe's chief. As the chief surveyed the gathering, his suspicions were piqued by the guardsman's uncharacteristic behavior. Something was amiss, and the tribe's leader was not one to overlook potential threats. His instincts and keen senses had served him well in maintaining control over the tribe.
Just as the chief's heightened sense of vigilance threatened to boil over into a warning, an unexpected and horrifying event unfolded before him. The guardsman, who had been standing as if in a trance, suddenly emitted a pungent odor that sent shockwaves through the assembled villagers. Panic and confusion rippled through the crowd as they recoiled from the inexplicable stench.
Before the chief could utter a single word of caution, the unimaginable occurred. The guardsman, like a grotesque puppet, detonated in the midst of the villagers, the force of the explosion propelling blood and viscera in all directions. The horrific scene left the tribe's members reeling, their screams of terror and agony piercing the night.
Sin, ever the strategist, had seized this moment to unleash a devastating attack. Using paper bombs that were concealed within his storage, he had turned the unsuspecting guardsman into a living ticking bomb. The source of these paper bombs lay within Sin's own system, a testament to his meticulous preparation and ingenuity.
Sin's storage held a vast arsenal of weapons and tools, including more than a thousand paper bombs and a multitude of kunai. Kunai, versatile and reliable, served a range of purposes. They were not merely instruments of offense but also invaluable tools for navigation and defense. Sin wielded them with precision, using their sharp blades to incapacitate foes when needed or as substitutes for his spear when the situation demanded agility and speed.
The paper bombs, on the other hand, were a testament to Sin's cunning and resourcefulness. They served as both offensive explosives and traps for dungeon monsters. Sin's ability to manipulate and deploy these devastating devices with such precision was a reflection of his extensive combat experience and strategic acumen.
The explosive spectacle had not only thrown the tribe into disarray but also acted as a blinding distraction. Sin had effectively created chaos, providing a crucial window of opportunity for himself, Sia, Julia, and Fatty Jack to capitalize on.
In the wake of the devastating explosion that had plunged the Mangeur D'os tribe into chaos and confusion, Sin seized the opportunity to initiate a coordinated assault on the village. It was a moment of calculated aggression, a pivotal turning point in their mission to rescue Lita Woodenburg from the clutches of this cannibalistic tribe.
With a nod from Sin, Julia, Sia, and Fatty Jack sprang into action, their movements swift and synchronized. Their objective was clear: incapacitate the tribesmen and clear a path deeper into the village. Each member of the group brought their unique skills and abilities to bear in this tumultuous battle.
Their mission to rescue Lita had reached a critical juncture, and the stakes had never been higher. The tribe's chief and the remaining villagers were now preoccupied with the horrifying aftermath of the explosion, providing Sin and his allies with a brief but precious respite.
Sia, driven by a potent mix of anger, determination, and fear for Lita's safety, was the first to strike. She moved with a swiftness that caught the tribesman off guard. He had been fixated on the aftermath of the explosion, his attention ensnared by the horrifying spectacle that had unfolded before him. In that split second of distraction, Sia pounced.
Her blade, gleaming in the faint moonlight, found its mark with ruthless precision. The tribesman had no time to react, no opportunity to defend himself as Sia's strike descended upon him. The clash of steel against flesh was a jarring reminder of the brutality of the world they inhabited.
The tribesman let out a guttural cry of pain and surprise as Sia's blade met its mark. It was a pivotal moment, a testament to the group's determination to confront the horrors of the Mangeur D'os tribe head-on. Sia's attack was not only a physical blow but also a symbolic one—a declaration of their unwavering resolve to rescue Lita and put an end to the tribe's reign of terror.
As Sia engaged in combat with the tribesman, Julia and Fatty Jack also sprang into action, their movements characterized by a blend of finesse and raw power. Julia, a seasoned fighter with a reputation as the former champion of the Spirit God Tournament, brought her unparalleled combat skills to bear.