Ninja. Embrace the human form

"—Yumiko has finally confessed. Now we can wipe out the Puppet Clan in one fell swoop."
After the initial sadistic pleasure, Yoshihiro felt a surge of disgust, a contemptuous smile spreading across his face.
"These people are truly cunning. You should have seen through their tricks long ago."
"I'm afraid it's not that simple,"
said Shigaraki's Spider Maru, wrinkling his nose.
"They are not as simple and easy to deal with as you think, sir."
"What? Aren't they just puppets? They only use childish illusion techniques. In my eyes, they are nothing more than lowly ninjas playing with smoke bombs."
Yoshihiro knew nothing of ninjutsu; his mind was filled with shallow wisdom and concepts. He had even completely forgotten the rooftop illusion and the scorching yellow dust wind that had just occurred.
(Serving such a foolish master is truly difficult!)
However, Spider Maru still tried his best to hide his dissatisfaction and contempt.
"I'm afraid it's not as simple as you think, sir." He still bowed respectfully. “They’re not ordinary puppet ninjas, but the very famous Hachiya clan—”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, I’m sure you’ve already witnessed their extraordinary techniques, sir.” “
Then, can we capture them?”
“Probably…”
Yoshihiro frowned and turned his head away. He looked like a playful child eagerly anticipating a toy, his expression impatient.
Then, he turned back to face Spider-Masumaru.
“Then, we must deal with them properly, perhaps even kill them…”
“Ah…”
“No! I think killing them easily with a knife would be too cheap. We need to come up with an interesting way to die, perhaps more interesting than the mudfish hell.”
He was slowly building up his interest in killing.
“Yes! Isn’t that interesting? Just beheading is too boring.”
“How about using gravel torture?”
“No.”
“If they were women, it would be easier.” “
No, as long as we come up with an interesting method, it will be more exciting than a woman’s body.” “
I see.” Spider-Masumaru began to ponder. “A fascinating and interesting form of torture… trolley torture, fire torture, sawing, or Daruma dolls…”
“Daruma dolls! That’s good!”
“Does Your Excellency like using Daruma dolls? First, we’ll have them stand under a wooden stake, their hands and feet tightly bound. Their bodies will be spread out, unable to move.”
“Hmm…”
“Then we’ll use a Kaga ramie net on their foreheads to lock their bodies.”
“Oh?”
“That’s just the foreplay. We can have four warriors, each holding a naginata, stand in the four directions, like guards at a general’s house…”
“Yes, yes.”
Yoshihiro said, his eyes flashing with a vicious light.
“Let them swing their swords simultaneously, making these unfilial scoundrels bleed like fountains.”
“No! Just cut off one limb at a time.”
“Hmm…”
“One limb at a time, each person cuts off their hands, feet, and limbs closest to their bodies, starting from the wrists, shoulders, and ankles, then slowly working their way down to the thighs…”
“Hmm… next is the buttocks.”
But, in less than an instant, Yoshihiro’s brows furrowed again.
"Is that all?"
"My lord, after four cuts, if we have any conscience and don't drag our feet... the prisoner will immediately become a blood-soaked roly-poly toy..."
"We might even have a competition! Haha..."
"I think this kind of punishment is too cruel for women! Cutting off limbs, turning them into a bloody roly-poly toy..."
A hint of guilt flashed in Yoshihie's eyes.
Gravel had stained the courtyard yellow, but after cleaning, it quickly returned to its original beautiful white sand.
In Yoshihie's fantasy, Koyuki's naked body slowly rolled on the white sand.
Her limbs were arranged in a seductive "big" shape, her breasts and private parts twisted with shame and anguish... Then, four sharp crescent blades gleamed with a terrifying light, and soon, she lost her limbs, blood gushing out like a fountain.
The blood spurting from the four huge wounds slowly, slowly stained the white sand red.
Koyuki's eyes bulged out of shock and pain, and she screamed incessantly.
Like a wounded, lewd snake, constantly coiling its body, the breasts of the puppet female ninja, Koyuki, would surely tremble and tease incessantly, her pink nipples, amidst a pool of crimson blood, would rise like soft peaches…
Suddenly, he was pulled back to reality from his lewd fantasies.
“My lord…”
Spider-Masaki’s eyes were fixed on him.
“Ah!”
“Do you like it? A woman’s blood daruma doll…”
Yoshihiro’s eyes were hazy and intoxicated! If someone were to observe his face closely at this moment, they would find that his face was filled with sadistic, pleasurable fantasies.
“This, this… oh, no… this is far too cruel?”
Spider-Masaki’s expression remained unchanged; he always observed everything with his bright eyes. Then his serious expression shifted again.
“My lord, what do you think of the ‘Ox-Splitting’ punishment?”
“Ox-Splitting…”
Isn’t this a very novel and good idea?
Yoshihiro listened quietly. However, having never witnessed such a form of punishment before, it didn't immediately pique his interest. Nevertheless, he was prepared to give it serious consideration.
"—Yes, the 'ox-splitting punishment,' my lord, I suggest you witness it."
His gaze swept back to the white sand...
Two enormous oxen were charging around, the space was far too small.
"Shouldn't we find a more spacious place?"
"Has my lord already decided to use the 'ox-splitting punishment'?"
"I think it's a very interesting idea."
"Or, how about the plaza in front of the Imperial Gate... or by the lake?"
"Great! Let the common people join us in the fun! Get to work quickly."
"I need some time to prepare."
"Today is too rushed."
Yoshihiro couldn't wait to witness this bloody scene.
"Then, let's do it tomorrow! Tomorrow at noon, no further delays allowed."
"Yes..."
Spider Maru bowed, pondering silently.
(The Hachiya gang will definitely come... They will stop at nothing to stop the execution. Puppet ninjutsu is more suitable for the valley, but I still need to take precautions...)
He narrowed his eyes and fell into deep thought.
Yoshihiro stood up and went into his bedroom. Perhaps he was tired, as he frequently called out to his page. Perhaps he was preparing for bed.
However, time was too short; could this lead to an irreparable oversight?
The puppet ninjas' sniping must have two objectives: first, to take Yoshihiro's head; second, to rescue Yumi.
And Spider-Maru's confidence stemmed only from the self-indulgent nature of the Koga ninjas. He estimated that the ninjas, including the female ones, would soon gather in the area.
(At that time, my eyes must not leave you, sir. Perhaps the enemy will pretend to be doing everything they can to rescue Yumi, but in reality, they want you, sir.)
He raised his eyes, scanning the eaves and walls for possible hiding places or ambushes. If necessary, he could order Danzo to constantly patrol and keep watch.
Danzo's senses were undoubtedly more acute than those of animals.
Danzo's greatest skill was his ability to distinguish the sex of even the smallest birds, like a tiny bird or a small insect.
But what's most astonishing is that he couldn't identify enemies by their appearance. Perhaps his eyesight wasn't too bad, but what's truly astonishing is his sense of smell; he used it to identify everything.
He could instantly distinguish male from female by smell. Isn't that astonishing? In a land where the spirits of Koga and Iga converged, the birth of such a prodigy with a keen sense of smell shouldn't be considered strange.
However, Danzo's extraordinary skill was innate; he was carefully cultivated into this superhuman ability because of his naturally keen sense of smell. Many ninja leaders often trained individuals based on their individual talents, developing remarkable skills.
Just as a discerning eye recognizes a fine horse, Gogen Yasai timely discovered Danzo's extraordinary sense of smell and trained it into a ninja's signature skill.
Since Danzo could distinguish the sex of tiny soft insects, he could easily distinguish the sex of humans. (Perhaps, when necessary, he could even discern the special transformations of ninjas!) He could even sense whether a person was harmful or harbored deep hostility.
By skillfully utilizing this ability, one can identify those who harbor hostility towards the general.
Those wishing to pass through the front gate will face this test as their first hurdle.
In this situation, the attitudes of friends and enemies become immediately apparent. Those seeking the general's rewards will naturally be elated; while those filled with hostility will be quite different—these oppressed people, exploited and hated by the general, will hesitate to defy authority.
They usually bow and scrape before the general's residence, appearing humble.
Thus, their inner turmoil is less pronounced,
at least more subdued than that of their adversaries .
Those shrewd and capable spies, though outwardly appearing calm, are inwardly incredibly tense.
Having gambled their lives, their nerves are constricted, their sweat glands are more active, and their endocrine system is naturally more abnormal than usual.
With Duan Zang's keen sense of smell, he will undoubtedly be able to immediately discern the enemy's location.
Just like the invention of modern lie detectors, which rely on the degree of hyperactivity of the heart to make a judgment, Duan Zang could distinguish friend from foe in an instant.
Duan Zang, who had always followed Spider Maru, had used this ability before.
His sense of smell, like an invisible arrow of light, searched for enemies among the crowd.
The only thing that Duan Zang regretted was that he could not kill his opponents with just his sense of smell.
Because there was more than one enemy, perhaps in the center, around, or nearby of the crowd...
They posed a threat to him.
(Because he knew they were all "enemies"!)
But he could not make them shrink back with just a glance.
These people made him feel murderous and his chest burned.
(Ordered by the leader Genmi Hyakkan—then they should also have Hyakkan's skill...)
Duan Zang silently calculated the number and aura of the puppet faction ninjas in his mind.
(I wish I could wipe them all out as soon as possible...)
At this moment, a bloodthirsty anxiety burned in his heart.
On this day, at a crucial crossroads, a sign stood tall: "
He Ma, a seventeen-year-old girl from Bowu Township, Yunzhou,
dared to assassinate the daughter of a general, a heinous crime. After a public trial, she is sentenced to have her head hung in Songyuan on the 25th of the month, to be executed by being torn apart like an ox.
" The "25th" was tomorrow. Legends of this execution circulated throughout the town and countryside.
At that time, few people were literate. No! Very few were literate.
In fact, war didn't affect ordinary people much; their only concerns were the plundering of their property and the deaths of their loved ones on the battlefield. They harbored no other animosity.
The saying "the victor is king, the loser is a bandit" applied to the brutal and bloody executions of prisoners by the victors, a topic of much discussion among the people.
Some even carried lunchboxes and walked two or three miles just to witness the executions and enjoy the horrific thrill.
Perhaps this was the only form of entertainment in such chaotic times!
Besides, everyone was spreading the word that the woman, like a fragile pancake, was about to undergo the horrific torture of being torn apart by an ox.
"If I saw that bloody sight, my eyes would probably pop out of my head!"
the elderly people whispered among themselves.
"Once I see it, I can brag to my descendants: you know, even at my age, I'm still quite fascinated by the horrific punishments left behind by ancient times, especially cruel tortures like 'fire torture' and 'ox-splitting'..." "
A seventeen-year-old girl, I've heard, is as beautiful as a delicate white flower."
"Yes! Yes! Can a seventeen-year-old girl withstand such cruel torture as 'ox-splitting'?"
"She shouldn't be sentenced to such a terrible punishment unless she's a heinous criminal, like a bearded bandit or a traitor with ill intentions... She's just a seventeen-year-old girl!"
"Let's rest tomorrow and go see the spectacle!"
"When will the execution take place?"
"We'd better go early tomorrow morning so we don't miss it."
"Hmm, I remember that hexagonal dismemberment was carried out at dusk. It was a midsummer day, the sun shining on the spear, flashing beautiful rays, which I still remember vividly..."
"Anyway, I must get to the execution ground before dawn tomorrow."
"Going early makes sense; you can get a better spot! I bet everyone in the village flocked there in the middle of the night..."
"Yes, I hope tomorrow will be a good day..."
Words flew, and the terrible rumor spread like wildfire among the people.
Living in such chaotic times, even human nature had become almost cold and desolate. The people disregarded the lives of others, only wanting to use these bloody events as topics of conversation. Taking
pleasure in the misfortunes of others seemed to have become a habit. As
night fell, the palace in Gori was lit with more torches than usual, and the soldiers stationed throughout the area were far more heavily armed than usual, their faces seemingly covered with frost.
Farmers, craftsmen, and merchants from the nearby area continued to gather there, turning the night into day with dazzling lights.
A nameless fear gripped the guards. To execute this seventeen-year-old girl with the "ox-crack" torture was tantamount to fanning the boiling public sentiment and inciting a reign of terror.
"Be careful, everyone! Watch out for the approaching people!"
the captain of the guards repeatedly whispered to his men, urging them to be vigilant.
The tense guards frantically pushed through the surging crowd, but they couldn't hold them back; more and more people continued to crowd the entrance.
Driven by curiosity and seemingly driven by irrationality, the crowd, like madmen, eagerly awaited the appearance of a bound girl.
Many others saw this as a golden opportunity and seized it.
The gathering of the crowd also brought with it numerous vendors—selling flatbread, bento boxes…even roasted chestnuts and chestnut cakes were plentiful. The vendors shouted to their customers, creating a noisy cacophony mixed with the sounds of drums and gongs. The street performers, poised for their traveling sprees, their dark plates ready to receive customers' bounties, created a scene as bustling as a night festival. These
skilled performers, perhaps hoping to strike it rich, were taking advantage of the opportunity.
Near the Unclean Gate, under the large ginkgo tree, a puppeteer led five or six female puppets, playing drums and flutes, producing jarring sounds, and even occasionally making obscene gestures, waiting for the curious crowd to gather.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Come quickly! I guarantee you'll find it very entertaining! These are all from India, living puppets. If you hit them, they'll fly into a rage; if you throw them away, they'll weep; if you hug them, they'll giggle! They're truly exquisite! Come on, everyone!"
The crowd roared with laughter.
Most of them were men. "You're all male customers, aren't you
? This will surely inspire your fantasies tonight… Would you like to bring a stunning beauty along?" Just
as everyone was about to mock the puppeteer, Mici suddenly burst in like a whirlwind.
"Stop pretending to be crazy! Isn't this strange? You should pack up and go home! These aren't beauties!"
The laughter around them still couldn't stop.
"Then everyone, look, this is a little beauty as lovely as a fairy!"
He lifted a doll the size of a human from a huge cage. It was probably less than five feet long, but it was an unmistakable young girl. She had her hair down and wore a short-sleeved dress.
"See! Everyone! If anyone says she's just a doll, that's ridiculous..."
The puppeteer untied the sash of the short-sleeved dress, and the front of the dress instantly opened up.
The crowd that had rushed in suddenly fell silent.
Because, because the doll actually smiled...
The doll displayed a radiant smile...
In an instant, everyone was stunned. However, it was only for a moment. While everyone was still holding their breath and staring in disbelief, the doll's lips had already returned to their original, unchanging state. Everyone present thought that everything that had just happened was an illusion created by the puppeteer's words!
Yes! How could a doll possibly laugh…
The puppeteer, with eyes as sharp as an eagle's, immediately noticed the crowd's reaction and his thick lips twisted into a wide grin. Then he pretended to speak to the doll.
“Hey! Miss! Nobody believes you laughed! I think they all like you! How about this?
Why don't you say hello to them?”
The doll's head was pressed down by his large hand, and she nodded slightly.
Suddenly, her right leg slipped off.
The smiles that the crowd had managed to suppress burst forth again because of the fallen, pale right leg.
“Oh dear! Oh dear! This is terrible!”
The puppeteer hurriedly picked up the broken leg from the ground.
But suddenly, as if deliberately trying to antagonize him, the doll's left leg fell off too.
“Ah! This won't do!”
He quickly picked it up.
But this time, it was her wrists that fell off.
"What bad luck I've got today?"
he angrily spat on the ground, his comical expression drawing gaping laughter from the crowd.
"Don't make me look bad! Behave yourself!"
The doll's head had a slight bulge; he tried to fix it, but couldn't quite manage it.
"Sigh! These useless girls, why can't they put on a proper performance?"
Suddenly, the front of her short sleeves opened wide, revealing fair skin.
The crowd's clamor receded like a tide, replaced by an unusual, prolonged silence.
Her skin, between her breasts and abdomen, was as fine as silk, as smooth as brocade.
The male spectators exhaled heavy, hot breaths.
They didn't utter any sounds of surprise or admiration, only their annoying, even slightly nocturnal, lewd breaths.
Everyone watched the puppeteer's movements silently, as if breaking a hypnotic spell.
Unexpectedly, he possessed naturally slender and long fingers, which now roamed freely between the doll's high breasts and low abdomen. He was intoxicated, as if touching a real female body—was this a living, breathing female body?
His delicate, gentle caresses were as if he were touching a priceless treasure, like a collector savoring an expensive antique, gently stroking the rim of a teapot with his fingers, carefully tending to a warm jade in his palm.
At this moment, the rough puppeteer had become a gentle connoisseur.
Although she was a wooden doll, under his fingers, she transformed into a woman with supple, living skin.
Her skin was so delicate and supple that it seemed to breathe, and his large hands traced it, giving them a sense of her being alive.
For the first time, in people's eyes, she became an exquisite treasure.
Like a "Naked Benten Deity" meticulously sculpted by a famous Buddhist sculptor. Her navel had an alluringly deep indentation, her full breasts resembled ripe fruit, her nipples stood erect like cherries, and her delicate lower abdomen, along with her virgin-like private parts… This doll must be the work of a master! Especially under the huge firelight in front of the door, her originally fair skin was tinged with a reddish hue, and with the trembling of the flames, it created an incredible scene, even her nostrils began to breathe strangely.
The thick hairs on her private parts looked as if they had been transplanted from the body of a real beauty, attracting the lewd curiosity of the male guests.
Every man's eyes gleamed with excitement, flashing with a lewd light, their slightly parted lips burning with thirst, they licked their lips and swallowed their mouthfuls of saliva. Every single one of them stared intently at the puppeteer.
"Ladies and gentlemen, look! Have you ever seen such a magical doll? She's not a promiscuous woman! Nor is she the kind of woman who sleeps with just anyone..."
He uttered these ridiculous words, but received no response, for the lewd heat still filled everyone's hearts like a decadent whirlpool.
Then he deliberately put his ear to the doll's lips.
"Oh! What? So you've taken a fancy to one of the handsome young men among us? Very well! In that case, I'll grant your wish! You can go to him now!"
The crowd couldn't help but laugh again at this absurd claim.
Miji plunged back into the crowd, perhaps harboring a wicked plan, wanting to deliberately attract the puppeteer's attention.
"—Which one do you fancy?" The puppeteer's ear was still close to the doll's lips. He glanced around at the crowd, spoke softly, and finally nodded.
"So that's it, you think I'm too old, and you want a man, is that it... Sigh! You're such a hasty woman..."
The puppeteer, oblivious to everyone else, plucked a pubic hair, blew it away, and the surrounding crowd could no longer distinguish whether the doll was human or a puppet.
"—How much is she worth? I want to buy her!"
Suddenly, a low, harsh voice burst forth.
After this man's voice, the surrounding clamor overwhelmed everything like a tidal wave, everyone shouting eagerly.
"Me! I want to buy it!"
"I'll pay two hundred taels of silver!"
"Don't pay that much, I think that doll is only worth fifty taels."
"Nonsense, she has a spirit, I'll offer three hundred taels of silver."
"Four hundred!"
"Five hundred!"
The bidding was like a burst dam, everyone's mouths were brimming with saliva, and their faces were red.
However, the puppeteer remained unmoved.
"You're not going to do anything, she's not a woman who loves money... Let me tell you the truth, she has always liked martial arts masters..."
The puppeteer's face was crooked with laughter.
"Do you understand? She likes martial arts masters—the best martial arts masters! Oh? Do you like that big man with the pheasant sword and the full beard?"
Then he stared intently.
“Wait a minute, I think he’s a poor kid who can’t even come up with fifty coins. A beautiful girl like you would be in high demand even if you asked for two or three coins… Ah! You don’t care that he can only offer fifty coins? You want to lie in his arms?… Alright! Whatever!”
He was a little flustered, unsure of what to do in front of the doll.
At this moment, the long-bearded samurai slowly walked over. The pheasant-shaped sword in his hand was tied with a long, large tassel, which swayed gently with each step. His imposing six-foot frame was encased in a powerful outfit, and he maintained a relaxed smile throughout the entire process.
This samurai was the foreman of the guards at the Unclean Gate.
Some people secretly sneered because this samurai had offered the lowest price. Although he possessed the authority bestowed by Ogata and immense strength, their daily wages were meager.
"Kwon Kuro, you've really gotten a great deal this time!"
the samurai laughed at his drooling colleague. "Haha! This is a godsend!"
He smiled and slowly approached the beautiful doll.
The puppeteer suddenly stretched out his hand!
"Fifty coins, give me that!"
"Oh! That's a reasonable price!"
"Nonsense! I'm losing a lot this time."
"Don't even think about it anymore. I think this doll likes me! There's nothing I can do about it."
"Fine! I'll admit defeat today!"
The puppeteer reluctantly picked up the doll and handed it to Kwon Kuro.
Kwon Kuro was surprised by the weight in his hands. The doll was so heavy, as heavy as a woman. But why did it look so light in the puppeteer's hands?
Kwon Kuro was a little suspicious. Besides, the doll was not only heavy but also elastic, and it even felt warm in his arms.
(—It's just a doll, just a doll…)
he thought vaguely.
He wasn't so lustful as to imagine her as a real person.
He never held a wooden doll and regarded her as an object of debauchery.
In fact, the origin of ancient dolls stemmed from rituals of praying to the gods. Woodcarvers sculpted dolls to human size, for purposes other than sacrifice, and also for play and appreciation.
In ancient times, there was also the saying of "lightly touching one's beloved wife."
Perhaps it only became widely known during the time of Empress Suiko. It is said that Empress Suiko's wooden Buddha statue was once stolen.
Perhaps the thief took a fancy to the empress and wanted to sleep with her!
There were many legends at the time, and they were also recorded in unofficial histories.
Because wooden dolls were too hard and cold, later craftsmen changed to using "refined wood shavings" as materials. "Refined wood shavings" means that all the wood shavings and fibers of dead wood are completely rotted, then ground into powder, then refined into a paste, and then solidified.
The use of wood shavings dates back to ancient China, but it only became somewhat common in Japan during the Nara period.
Some craftsmen used too many shavings, resulting in a dry surface and a moist interior, ultimately leading to deformation. The most important key was to thoroughly dry each layer of shavings to ensure a permanent solution.
However, applying too thick a layer would cause the material to become loose due to its softness.
The skill of craftsmen lay in creating exquisitely beautiful figures with delicate eyes and full cheeks, a challenge that was difficult to overcome.
Especially for palace dolls, wood carvings were often combined with wood shavings, taking advantage of the fact that while wood shavings are easily damaged, they are also easy to fill and repair.
Furthermore, a strange trend of sculpting statues emerged at the time. Some wealthy ministers and local gentry, who boasted of their extravagance, spent large sums of money hiring top-notch doll makers to sculpt portraits of their loved ones and memorial statues of their deceased children. During the Heian period, even loyal servants risked their lives to steal coveted dolls for their powerful masters, only to be cruelly punished and suffer in agony in prison after their crimes were exposed. At this moment, Kwon Kuro slowly carried his beautiful doll into his guardhouse.
"Hey! Kwon Kuro, how about we take a look at your beauty?"
the jailers suggested with grins.
"Idiot! Don't make me jealous with how much you cherish her!"
"What a miser!"
"I never thought the usually chauvinistic Kwon Kuro would be so infatuated with a wooden doll!"
"Enough nonsense, watch out for the cell!"
So heavy! She was as heavy as a real beauty.
Was this Kwon Kuro's fantasy? Not only was she heavy, but she also possessed a uniquely feminine warmth and elasticity.
The slightly open sleeves revealed an infinitely alluring charm, and almost without thinking, he reached out and slipped his hand inside her garment, gently caressing her lower abdomen. The skin was soft and delicate to the touch, with thick, smooth hair between her thighs. This must be artificial hair!
However, what truly astonished Quan Jiulang was that this hair was tightly attached to the mysterious triangular mound, moistening the pink valley and giving him an intoxicating sensation.
Her feet had been broken, her wrists detached, and her eyes lacked any human expression.
She was merely a wood-shaving doll—
why could she give him such a vivid, warm feeling in his hands?
His expression changed drastically, and he lowered his head to examine the doll's chest and abdomen! Of course, he discovered an astonishing secret: the doll was actually smiling!
"Ah!"
Her crystal-clear gaze seemed to mock Quan Jiulang's ignorance.
It was the face of a laughing doll, its giggling laughter filling every corner of the room.
How incredible! But this exquisitely beautiful doll actually stood up.
What kind of sinister ninjutsu was this? Weren't those broken, detached limbs part of this woman's body?
*
It is said that in distant India, there is an extremely strange ninjutsu called "Five-Body Separation," where ninjas can survive even after losing limbs.
However, ninja techniques, besides those of India, also incorporated other elements—drawing on popular Indian magic, the ascetic practices of mountain religions, and the power of alchemy; it was not merely theoretical. So-called "heretical methods" cannot be precisely categorized. In the Muromachi period, it was also called illusion, something everyone considered close to the supernatural yet kept at a distance—
"illusion"—forever dazzling and bewildering.
Many ancient books record stories of Onmyoji (yin-yang masters) who used illusion.
After the Nara period, Western civilization spread to the East, and illusion techniques were absorbed into sects in Persia and India. The puppeteers of this dynasty simply utilized their superior skills, evolving through geographical and historical changes to form their own style.
However, gradually, with the passage of time, the puppetry profession fragmented. Some became wandering people, some served in the imperial court, and some became entertainers and musicians, becoming the precursor to Noh—the mainstream of dance and music today—and becoming household legends. Among the wandering people, they not only preserved external arts and illusion techniques but also absorbed the ninjutsu passed down from the Koga, Iga, Yamato, and Ichien clans—and combined them into the puppet ninjutsu of the Hachiya clan.
A detailed tracing reveals many ninjutsu techniques, such as fire extraction, water extraction, sword swallowing, life and death, and resurrection, all containing elements of Indian magic.
This "separation of the five limbs" technique was not difficult for the skilled Koga and Iga ninjas.
*
(Hahaha, you didn't expect this, did you...)
The woman walked forward, and as she was about to leave the hut, she glanced back at him. Quan Jiulang stared blankly, half-lying on the straw.
He was not only stunned into a daze due to extreme shock, but even more so by the intense desire surging within him, the annoying heat rising from his lower abdomen.
(Even if it was a dream, it was still a blissful experience!)
The puppet woman (i.e., the doll) left him with an indelible beautiful dream, and then gracefully left the hut like a gust of wind.
The Hook Array House was heavily guarded, not only on the outside,
but also with many sentries patrolling the interior. The house was brightly lit, but with skillful dodging, one could still escape the patrols' notice.
The most worrying enemy was the Koga ninja, the subordinates of Kōgenyasai. Perhaps two or three ninjas would sneak into the place before dusk.
There were nineteen soldiers in total, and perhaps more would be added by tomorrow. The puppet woman swiftly swept along the earthen wall.
Between the campfires, separated only by a small, dark patch of ground, she hurried towards the earthen prison.
The prison seemed quite spacious
, divided into several areas by earthen embankments and small moats.
Later castles appear rather small, but the prison of that time was extraordinary. The moats were deep and long, impossible for a single step to cross.
The palace was located in the very center, and she found a bridge leading to it.
It seemed she was very familiar with the geography of this place.
Near the north gate, the cattle and horse stables and the gun and bow warehouses stood side by side, and the earthen prison? It was right behind them.
The earthen prison was constructed of thick logs, each a foot high, and was a wide, flat area.
It had previously been used to imprison the captives of the Hexagonal Guard, often holding thirty or thirty people. When there was no room for new prisoners, Yoshihiro would use a butcher's knife to slaughter them all. But now the prison was empty.
Little Bow might be imprisoned here; she saw three lazy jailers.
These jailers were usually not allowed to stray too far from the earthen cell.
At the other end of the stable was a water trough specifically for cattle and horses.
A bright gaze, gleaming strangely, pierced through the dense trees.
She observed everything around her intently.
She didn't move, not even a breath.
The primary training of a ninja is patience. No matter how skilled a ninja is, if she wants to use magic, she must wait for the best opportunity—or lure the enemy into a trap.
Therefore, no matter what kind of esoteric techniques one employs, they cannot be changed arbitrarily, completely disregarding other factors.
In postwar West Germany, there was a very famous murderer—Bluebeard. He killed eight wealthy wives, seized a vast fortune, and waited for them to fall ill and die naturally. His actions were never questioned by anyone.
Thus, an excellent ninja must be familiar with the movements of the moon, the sun, and the coming and going of wind and rain, and make good use of them.
For example, humans experience fifteen to thirty shifts during sleep. During these shifts, the ninja's footsteps automatically disappear; he can become a shadow, appearing and disappearing without a trace.
Now she stared intently—
the time had come.
A jailer slowly approached.
It was a small pool, and the jailer, hiding in the dense shade, secretly urinated.
Suddenly, almost imperceptibly, something like powder was sprinkled down, touching his penis.
While urinating, he suddenly felt a rapid numbness in his lower body.
"Ugh! It hurts!"
He jerked up like a startled frog, letting out an urgent cry! His friend asked anxiously, "What's wrong, Hikobei?"
"It hurts so much! There must be earthworms crawling into my 'pee'! It really hurts! Quickly stomp them to death!
"
Would stomping the earthworms stop his pain?
When the other two rushed to visit him, the puppet woman, like a strange bird, flew from one treetop to another and entered the earthen prison.

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