"Alright… how about we go join the others," Takeshi muttered as he left the alley. He had just finished his fight, and in the meantime had learned many things some of which he would probably rather not have known.
As Takeshi was about to leave, he suddenly noticed something rather interesting.
"Wasn't I injured here?"
The spot where the guy from earlier had attacked him was now completely healed, as if he had never been wounded.
"Regeneration…!" he murmured.
The only logical explanation was this body the Mukyoku the very one he had obtained from the system. If, in addition to possessing all chakra types, he also had regeneration, then it was only a matter of time before he became a monster. Right now, he even felt like fucking those kunoichi, just to see how far he could go.
This is way better than I thought… Konoha might be best, but I don't know that damn road… he sighed. Let's get out of here first. We'll see after.
The further he moved toward the outskirts of the city, the stronger the stench of burned wood mixed with blood became. No words could properly describe the carnage that lay before him.
Civilians and soldiers alike were cut down by the blades of these rebels. They weren't particularly powerful at least not more so than the Mizukage's forces but they benefited from both numbers and the element of surprise.
After passing through several deserted alleys, Takeshi finally ran into the other two as they were coming out of a half-destroyed inn.
"Did you stock up?" Takeshi asked as he approached.
Ayano merely nodded while looking Takeshi up and down. It had to be said he looked far more like a beggar or a bandit than anything else. Most of his clothes were torn and, above all, filthy. His last fight had only made things worse.
He was the complete opposite of Ayano. Despite her rather faded clothes, she still looked much more put together. Even that bastard Yoshiro seemed far more presentable.
"Instead of standing there like an idiot, why don't you come get your share of the rations?" Yoshiro bellowed, scowling as he came out of the room with a full bag. "Do you really think we're going to share with you gladly?"
Why is it that every time I meet this guy, I feel like beating him to death? Takeshi sighed as he watched Yoshiro walk past him.
"One day, I'll teach you some respect…" Takeshi finally said as he went inside to look for something to eat.
Hearing this, Yoshiro launched into a string of insults, but Takeshi was already deep inside the building to hear him.
When he reached what looked like the bar area, Takeshi found a white jade jar, tightly sealed.
"Is it what I think it is?" he whispered, his face lighting up. Without waiting, he grabbed the jar and opened it. A gentle fragrance rose into the air, dulling the repugnant smell of blood that was everywhere.
"Alcohol… real fucking alcohol."
Some people say without batting an eye that after a hard day's work, the satisfaction of a good old bottle of beer is unmatched. After two sips of sake and it was high-grade sake at that he didn't need to be an expert to know it. The texture, the taste everything about it screamed luxury. Takeshi felt alive again.
"Who would've thought alcohol could give me such a zest for life…" he snickered as he climbed the blackened staircase.
Reaching the last step, he arrived in a hallway lined with several doors. Some were open, and inside a few of them, bodies could be seen lying in pools of blood. The surrounding violence had unfortunately not spared this place.
"A group of rebels wanting to 'liberate the people,' my ass…" Takeshi muttered as he stepped past the corpse of a woman who had clearly been trying to escape.
"…the same hypocrisy in politics every time. In the end, the victims are always those without the means to defend themselves."
Once again, he was forced to admit that this world was terrifyingly similar to his own. Complaining about it was pointless this was just how things were. Only the powerful could dictate the rules. Without strength, all you could do was submit.
He then entered a nearby room, searching for possible clothes and other useful items. Unfortunately, his first search was a failure there was nothing of interest. Without wasting time, he moved to another room, but that one wasn't much better either. He didn't give up and tried yet another.
"This is supposed to be an inn, right?!" Takeshi exclaimed irritably, slamming the door shut.
"…can't even find decent clothes… do I really have to strip a dead body…?"
Only one room remained, located at the end of the hallway. When he opened the door, it looked clean and unoccupied, and it was noticeably more spacious than the others probably the most expensive room in the place.
If he found nothing here, he'd have no choice but to keep wearing these rags.
"Jackpot!" Takeshi shouted as he looked around the room. He found what appeared to be a gray kimono with black trim.
"…this is way better than wearing this crap…"
Without hesitation, he changed his clothes.