Chapter 1252 Ichirō Takeshita

"Capture him alive!" The lead ninja commanded in Orientian. Among the two ninjas attacking Amaya, one retracted his samurai dagger while the other extended his clawed hand towards her neck. "Kihachi, hand over that thing, or your daughter will die!" The lead ninja looked at Kihachi, speaking in a somewhat stiff Mheffada. Kihachi's face turned extremely ugly, and in his eyes, there was deep-seated hatred and boundless anger towards the lead ninja. "Don't touch Miss!" A young guard standing behind Kihachi shouted. Although he knew it was too late to rescue Amaya, he still mobilized all his inner strength and rushed towards her. The ninja's hand was about to grab Amaya's neck. Swoosh! A sound of breaking air rang out. A blue wind blade suddenly shot out without warning, directly towards the ninja's hand. "Ah...!" Immediately after, a scream of agony resounded. The ninja's palm flew off and blood gushed from his wrist as he reached for Amaya. However, the blood from the ninja'