A Shinobi's Take on this Wonderful World

The Perfect Sunrise

The Crimson Magic Village, home to a population of around three-hundred Arch Wizards-

"Yooohooo~! Come out and play, boys!"

"Surrender your men and we'll spare the women and children!"

-was currently on fire.

No matter how many Orcs were slain, more would appear and just overwhelm the attacker.

"N-nooo! I've been praying to the evil gods every night for a forward woman who would take charge, but this isn't what I meant! Teleport!"

A Crimson Demon shouted when an Orc pounced on him from behind and started ripping his clothes off right then and there. Had it not been for the Teleport spell, a lot of the Arch Wizards would have been in serious trouble.

The majority of the village had escaped to the hills and could only helplessly watch as their home was ransacked and burned.

"Just how many Orcs are there..."

Kazuma wondered aloud as he tried and failed to count the number of enemies.

"If I had to guess, six or seven thousand. That cursed Demon King's Army... They will rue the day they destroyed the Home of the Crimson Magic! For as long as we live, there shall be opportunity for revenge, my people!"

Hiropon stated while gripping his fist in the air in an attempt to raise morale.

"Doesn't the Demon King's Army attack you guys on a weekly basis with ridiculous numbers? You and Naruto destroyed a platoon of one thousand troops by yourselves just the other day."

Kazuma asked, because if two people could wipe out a thousand troops, what was six or seven thousand to a group of even one hundred Crimson Demons?

"It's true that normally such numbers wouldn't matter to our clan... But it seems the enemy has adopted the same tenacity as that Demon King Army General. Before, we could wipe out an Orc with a single use of Advanced Magic. But now it takes two, or sometimes three spells."

Hirpon explained grimly, causing the younger boy's eyes to widen.

"Our mana reserves are vast, but... Eventually we would run out and our men would meet a terrible fate."

With that said, Kazuma turned back to look at the gathered Crimson Demons. A good portion of the men were already in bad shape, with their clothes torn and disheveled in multiple places as their friends and family comforted them.

Even now, a couple Crimson Demons were showing up via Teleport looking just as bad if not worse.

Kazuma shivered. It must have been a terrifying experience.

It was then he realized they were missing someone.

"Hey, where's Naruto?"

"That man is out there playing the hero. Honestly, why isn't he here protecting me... Hey, what are you looking at hikiNEET?"

Aqua leveled her gaze on Kazuma, who looked like he was choking on something.

"N-nothing... pfft...! N-nothing at all."

Kazuma stuttered while stifling his laughter. It seemed Naruto's clones had scribbled all sorts of graffiti on the goddess's face.

Aqua tilted her head in confusion, and with the funny markings, it took Kazuma's all not to burst out laughing.

They were in a dire situation here, and he was a mature man.

"Why aren't there any male Orcs..."

Darkness seemed to be moping about something on Kazuma's other side, but he opted to ignore her.