darknovel Chapter 94: Pull out the weeds and bury them on the spot as fertilizer!
Chapter 94: Pull out the weeds and bury them on the spot as fertilizer!
The head gardener's voice wasn't particularly loud.
But in the deathly silent courtyard, it was so clear it seemed to explode in everyone's ears.
The faces of the Iga Jonin, who had just recovered from the embarrassment of the "Moon Concealment Technique" failing, instantly turned liver-colored.
Weeds?
This burly man with a face full of scars and a body that reeked of sweat actually compared them—the world's top assassins in Japan, the Jonin of Iga—to weeds in the field.
What a humiliation!
The leading Jonin, "Silent," had a murderous intent in his eyes that was almost tangible.
He was too lazy to even think about how strange the courtyard really was.
The glory of Iga must not be tarnished.
"Let's do it!"
A cold, low shout.
The four Jonin behind him suddenly blurred into four ghostly black shadows, silently pouncing on the group of "gardeners" wielding farm tools from four extremely tricky angles.
The gleaming ninja swords and poisoned shuriken traced deadly paths through the air, each strike fatal!
In their view, this didn't even qualify as a battle.
It was just a one-sided massacre.
however.
Faced with the four murderous auras rushing towards them, the mercenaries of "Hellfire" showed no fear whatsoever.
Instead, it was replaced by a bloodthirsty, almost cruel excitement.
"Boss, the boss didn't say anything." A mercenary licked his chapped lips, gripping the shovel tighter until his knuckles turned white from the force.
"The boss didn't say we can't touch it, so that means he approves!" The head gardener grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, his smile menacing.
"Brothers, loosen up your muscles!"
"Let these kids playing house see what real professionalism looks like!"
The moment he finished speaking, he moved!
He didn't even look at the ninjas rushing towards his men; his beast-like eyes were fixed on the ninja leader, "Silent," who stood still, ready to watch the massacre.
Catch the thief, catch the king first!
This is a fighting instinct ingrained in the very bones of "Hellfire"!
"boom!"
The bluestone slab beneath his feet shattered with a deafening roar, and he charged forward like a cannonball, crashing headlong into the four intersecting black shadows instead of retreating!
That ordinary hoe was transformed into a dense, impenetrable black gleam in his hands!
"Ding! Ding! Clang!"
A series of ear-piercing metallic clanging sounds rang out.
The shuriken fired by the ninjas were all smashed away by the wildly swinging hoe before they even got within a meter of him, scattering like hailstones!
One of the ninjas attempted to parry with his ninja sword, a hint of contempt on his face.
The next second, his expression froze.
"Snap!"
With a sickeningly sharp crack, his prized hundred-refined steel ninja sword was smashed in two the instant it came into contact with the heavy blade of the hoe!
An immense force traveled along the broken sword, and the ninja let out a scream that was not human as his hand burst open and he was sent flying backward.
He crashed into the courtyard wall like a tattered sack, then slid down softly, a large part of his chest caved in, and it was clear he wouldn't survive.
"What?!"
The remaining three ninjas were stunned, their minds going completely blank.
Is this even human?
How did a gardener, with just a hoe, manage to break their combined attack?
What exactly is that savage and unreasonable force?
Unbeknownst to them, ever since they stepped into this courtyard and breathed in the dense, almost liquefied spiritual energy, the bodies of the "Hellfire" mercenaries, who had been battling on the brink of death, had undergone a complete transformation.
Their strength, speed, and reaction time have far exceeded the limits of human beings.
Breaking a samurai sword with a hoe?
For them now, it's really just basic stuff.
"Is that all you've got?" The head gardener, having succeeded in his attack, was even more imposing. Without pausing for a moment, his massive body, accompanied by a gust of wind, rushed towards "Silent."
He raised the hoe high, whistling through the air, and brought it down on the "silent" head!
This strike was simple, brutal, and devoid of any skill.
Yet it contains a terrifying power capable of smashing main battle tanks into iron discs!
"Silent" made me feel my soul trembling.
He wasn't facing a gardener, but a prehistoric Tyrannosaurus Rex that had gone berserk!
He dared not take the blow head-on. His footwork shifted erratically, and his figure became blurry and uncertain. Just before the hoe fell, he narrowly dodged away.
"Boom!"
The hoe struck the spot where he had just been standing.
The entire courtyard shook violently, and a terrifying crater, more than half a meter deep, with spiderweb-like cracks along its edges, appeared on the hard bluestone ground.
A bead of cold sweat slid down Silent's forehead.
What a great speed!
What terrifying power!
This guy is definitely not a gardener!
"Not bad." The head gardener, far from being annoyed by his missed attack, laughed even more heartily. "Again!"
With a flick of his wrist, the heavy hoe became as light as a feather in his hand, and with a sweeping motion, he aimed straight for "Silent's" waist and ribs.
"Silent" dared not be careless in the slightest and quickly formed hand seals.
"Ninja Technique: Earthflow Wall!"
"boom!"
The ground in front of him suddenly rose up, and a thick rock wall rose up, precisely blocking the way for his hoe.
however.
next second.
"Snap!"
That earthen wall, strong enough to withstand heavy machine gun fire, was as fragile as a biscuit in front of a hoe, and was instantly smashed to pieces!
Amidst the flying pebbles, the hoe continued its relentless advance, still aiming for the "silent" man's waist.
"Silent" changed his expression completely.
His prized ninjutsu was so utterly useless!
He could only retreat in a sorry state once again.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the courtyard, the battle was nearing its end.
That wasn't a battle at all; it was a case of farm tools overwhelming ninja tools.
A mercenary wielded a shovel, his movements sweeping and powerful. The Iga Jonin, though moving with ghostly agility, couldn't get close. He tried several times to launch a sneak attack with his ninja sword, but each time he was slammed back by the broad shovel blade, the impact leaving his arm numb and making him question his existence.
"Fuck you!" The mercenary seized an opening, shoveled it into the ground, and used the momentum to leap into the air, delivering a vicious flying kick that struck the ninja squarely in the chest.
"puff!"
The blood spurting from the ninja's mouth drew a mournful arc in the air, and his body flew far away like a kite with a broken string.
On the other side, a slender mercenary held two garden shears, which he used as double swords.
His opponent was a Jonin skilled in using the kusarigama (chain sickle).
The Jonin wielded the kusarigama with unparalleled skill; with each swing of the chain, it resembled a venomous snake ready to devour its prey.
But the mercenary's reaction speed was outrageous. He could always use the scissors in his hand to precisely "snap" the chain before it got tangled around him, and then twist it with a sudden burst of force!
"Boom!"
A steel chain was snapped in two by a pair of garden shears!
The Jonin froze on the spot.
Before he could recover from the shock of his destroyed weapon, the mercenary had already closed in, the cold tip of his scissors pressed against his Adam's apple.
The outcome is decided.
The entire process, from start to finish, takes no more than three minutes.
The Iga Jonin squad was completely wiped out.
Their prized ninjutsu and assassination skills appear so flashy and so vulnerable in the face of absolute power and far greater experience in bloody combat.
In the courtyard, Aiolia, who was "preaching" to Loki, shook his head in disbelief.
"It's too rough. The way these gardeners are doing it has no aesthetic appeal whatsoever."
Scorpio Milo, standing nearby, watched with great interest: "No, I find it quite interesting. Simple, direct, and effective. Sometimes, the most basic attack is the most lethal. Perhaps this is also a manifestation of the 'Tao'."
Ares, who was in the backyard, peeked out and glanced at it, then scoffed and shrank back.
"What's so interesting about a bunch of ordinary people fighting? It's more Zen-like to be cleaning toilets."
Lin Fan, who was on the recliner, didn't even lift his eyelids once from beginning to end.
He simply picked up his teacup and took another leisurely sip.
Yes, the tea made from the leaves of the Tree of Life does taste quite good, with a sweet and refreshing aftertaste that lingers on the lips and teeth.
These new employees are making too much noise while they're working.
We need to make a pact with them later. In the future, if something like this happens again, they should be mindful of civilized construction practices and try not to shout.
At this moment, the head gardener had cornered the Jonin leader, "Silent," against the wall.
"Silent" was covered in wounds, his hand holding the knife trembled like a leaf, and his eyes were filled with only despair and confusion.
He didn't understand.
Why did I lose?
What I can't understand is why I lost to a gardener with a hoe.
"Do you submit or not?" The head gardener slung a hoe over his shoulder and looked down at him condescendingly.
Silently clenching his teeth, he remained silent, for it was the last shred of dignity he held as a ninja.
"You're not happy, are you?" The head gardener wasn't angry. He pointed to a few of his accomplices who were tied up like dumplings with hemp rope by his men not far away.
"See? This is what happens."
He walked over and picked up a ninja who was bound hand and foot like a chick.
Then, he walked to the large crater he had just created and casually threw the ninja into it.
Then, he picked up the shovel next to him and began to fill the pit with soil, shovel by shovel.
"What...what are you going to do?!" "Silent" finally broke down, her voice becoming shrill with fear.
"What are you doing?" the head gardener said in a matter-of-fact tone as he filled the soil.
"The boss said you're weeds."
"Weeds, of course, should be pulled out and buried in the soil as fertilizer."
"Perfect timing! We just finished turning over this land, preparing to plant some vegetables. You've come at the perfect time; the soil is really lacking nutrients."
He dusted off his hands, turned around, and bowed respectfully again towards the recliner, calling out:
"Boss, all the weeds have been pulled out. Should this batch of fertilizer be buried on the spot, or should it be taken to the backyard to ferment?"
Lin Fan, who was on the recliner, finally slowly opened one eye.
He glanced at the ninja who was buried up to the ground with only his head sticking out, his eyes rolling back in terror, then looked at the prisoners trembling beside him and curled his lip in disgust.
"Bury it."
"Still fermenting? Don't you think the yard smells bad enough?"
"Oh, right."
He added a sentence.
"Don't bury them too deep, I'm afraid they'll contaminate my vegetable garden."