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Horyu stepped forward, his eyes scanning the group of villagers who huddled together, their faces marked with traces of fear and disbelief. Gone were the recognizable traits of the Uchiha; in their place stood a figure with midnight blue hair and deep blue eyes, the guise of Zenkage, the Shogun of Shadows. This was the identity chosen by the system for his alternative role in this quest. As he approached, he subtly activated the Insight Sigil, an ability that allowed him to gauge the villagers' loyalty and intentions, a gift from completing Ino's quest.
"Looks like you folks got lucky tonight. I happened to be in the neighborhood," Horyu stated, his voice carrying a mix of mockery and sternness. The villagers, still shaking from the ordeal, looked up at him with wide eyes, their gazes filled with a mixture of gratitude and confusion.
One of the villagers, an elder man with a weathered face, stepped forward. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice trembling not just from the cold but from the residual fear of their near demise.
Horyu, maintaining his disguise, smirked. "Someone who enjoys the quiet. And those fools," he gestured towards the fallen bandits, "were anything but quiet." His tone was laced with a sharp cynicism, a reflection of his true nature.
A young woman among the villagers, clutching a torn piece of cloth around her, spoke up, "How can we ever repay you?" Her eyes shone with a mix of admiration and something deeper, a spark of hope reignited by Horyu's intervention.
"You can start by learning to defend yourselves. Next time, I might not be around," Horyu replied, his voice void of warmth. It wasn't cruelty but pragmatism; the world they lived in was harsh, and relying on chance encounters for salvation was no strategy for survival.
The villagers exchanged uneasy glances, the truth in Zenkage's words settling in. "But we're just farmers," the elder protested, "We don't know the first thing about fighting."
Horyu scanned the group, his Insight Sigil giving him a quick read on their sincerity. "Then learn. Or find someone who can teach you. Strength isn't just for shinobi. It's for anyone willing to fight for their tomorrow."
The conversation drew a somber nod from some villagers, the reality of their situation sinking in. They understood that the world outside their fields and homes was unforgiving, and previous horror could very well repeat itself if they remained unprepared.
The villagers, their faces a mixture of relief and curiosity, gathered around, the weight of their near-fate hanging silently in the air. The air was filled with their unspoken gratitude, their eyes locked onto him, the stranger who had turned the tide in their darkest hour.
Pulling out a piece of paper, Horyu revealed a seal he had crafted. Though it was designed for shinobi, imbued with the intricacy to be activated by chakra, he had modified it with a purpose. "This seal," he started, "will be your lifeline. It's designed to send an alert, though you lack the strength to use it directly. I'll set it up to accumulate ambient chakra, allowing for a single distress signal each week or an emergency call."
The villagers listened intently, their earlier despair replaced by a flicker of hope. The elder, his face marked by years of toil and concern, stepped forward. "How can we ever repay you?" he asked, his voice roughened by years of leading his people through hardship.
Horyu's smirk was a shadow in the dim light. "Information," he replied simply. "Be my eyes and ears. When I seek knowledge, you will provide it."
Murmurs of agreement rustled through the group, their initial hesitation overshadowed by the realization that this was their path to some semblance of safety. Horyu, observing their unspoken vows, felt the weight of their collective resolve. He knew if any harbored deceit or ill will, it would be their undoing, not his. He was offering them a chance, one borne from pragmatism rather than altruism.
As the seal was set, a simple structure that seemed out of place against the rustic backdrop of the village, Horyu offered them a nod of acknowledgement. "Remember, once a week. Keep it secure, keep it secret. Your survival might depend on it."
The elder nodded, a determined set to his jaw. "We won't let you down. You have my word."
Horyu walked away from the gathered villagers, his shadow blending with the forest's embrace. His voice, though a whisper, carried the weight of a promise, "The name is Zenkage. Soon enough, it will have enough deterrence to protect you with a mere utterance. Stay safe until then." As he melded into the shadows of the trees.
Another ping on his Distress Map caught his attention. Sighing, Horyu muttered to himself, "And the night is still young." He didn't mind the work; if anything, it kept things interesting. The thrill of the hunt, the satisfaction of aiding those in need, albeit for his own gain, offered a sense of purpose he hadn't known he was seeking.
The next alert led him to a crossroad, where a merchant's caravan was under attack by another group of bandits. Hidden in the shadows, Horyu assessed the situation, his eyes narrowing. "Bandits again," he scoffed, "The fleas of the shinobi world."
As the bandits harassed the merchants, threatening violence for their valuables, Horyu prepared to intervene. But this time, he decided to experiment with the tactics he'd been honing. Moving silently, he positioned himself strategically, aiming to use the environment to his advantage.
With a swift motion, he threw a kunai, its blade whispering through the air, severing the rope of a nearby cart loaded with barrels. The barrels tumbled down, causing a commotion and a temporary barrier between the merchants and their assailants.
Seizing the moment amidst the chaos, Horyu sprung into action. His movements were like a wisp of smoke, swift and calculated as he navigated between the bandits with ease. Instead of resorting to lethal force, he delivered precise strikes aimed at incapacitating his adversaries. This wasn't merely about being a savior; it was an opportunity to extend his reach.
Unlike his previous encounters where he swiftly killed the bandits, driven by a deep-seated abhorrence for their vile deeds, particularly their despicable acts of rape, this time the situation was different. Horyu's hatred for rapists burned within him, a fire that fueled his actions last time. But this time, their motivation was rooted in greed rather than the abhorrent lust that fueled their earlier atrocities.
As the last bandit crumpled to the ground, Horyu turned his attention to the merchants. Their initial fear gave way to bewildered gratitude as they took in their rescuer, a figure shrouded in the darkness of the night.
"You're safe now," Horyu stated, his voice devoid of warmth yet not unkind. "Gather your things. Leave this place."
One of the merchants approached Horyu, his eyes wide with gratitude. "Thank you! Thank you!" he exclaimed, relief evident in his voice. Horyu merely waved his hand dismissively. While he appreciated the thanks, what he sought was more strategic — a network of informants willingly offering their assistance.
"We owe you so much for saving us!" another merchant exclaimed, echoing the sentiment of his companions.
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