Naruto: Our Goal Is To Dig Every Corner of Konoha

"You're heading to the Profaned Capital? Is it to confront Yhorm the Giant?"

The Onion Knight asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty. The main reason to visit the Profaned Capital was precisely that, the giant ruler, Yhorm, had returned there instead of his throne after the bells tolled. This city was under his watchful protection.

However, the once proud city had fallen into disrepair, and Yhorm had reclaimed his Storm Ruler, leaving the Onion Knight with only one sword.

"Yes, our target is both the monsters of the Profaned Capital and its king!"

Finn Finn confirmed with a nod. The Onion Knight fell into silence at this, torn between his duty and the weight of his past. His mission had always been to slay Yhorm, but he hesitated, unwilling to face his old friend in combat. Though he knew his purpose, the thought of killing Yhorm filled him with sorrow and reluctance. After all, what did killing him truly achieve.

Yet, the promise he made long ago still hung over him. The Onion Knight had to face the inevitable, but he had always delayed it, hoping to find a way out. Not fighting Yhorm would technically not break his oath, but now, with Finn and his team so close, there was no more time to hide.

"Ah well, I can't avoid it forever. With your strength, it's only a matter of time before you find my old friend. In that case, I'll join you. Yhorm's time has come, and this is what he would have wanted!"

The Onion Knight sighed, resignation in his voice. He had no choice but to accompany them now. Finn's team was too strong, and even if he held back, Yhorm's defeat was only a matter of time. To fulfill his oath, he needed to be there when it happened.

This can be regarded as fulfilling his promise, otherwise it's not good if he didn't see his old friend being killed by someone else for the last time, so it's better to hurry up now-good.

With the Onion Knight leading the way, the group advanced much faster. The Profaned Capital and Irithyll Dungeon were maze-like, and having someone who knew the terrain saved them from taking countless wrong turns.

"Ew! What are these disgusting creatures!"

Tiona grimaced when they reached a swampy area filled with grotesque monsters. Floating in the murky water were human-headed, spider-like creatures. They are hideously distorted and horrifying to look at, as if suspended in death but ready to wake at any moment.

Nearby lay the remains of grotesque slug-like beings, resembling the maggot-men they had seen before. The stench was overpowering, a foul odor that clung to the air and assaulted their senses. In the games, slaying these monsters had sometimes yielded revolting items like dung, and here, those creatures emitted an even more nauseating presence.

"This place stinks!" Tione muttered, barely containing her disgust. Even in the Dungeon, they had never encountered such foul conditions.

Despite the nauseating surroundings, the group's strong mental fortitude allowed them to press on, though Riveria and Lefiya, as elves, were particularly sensitive to the filth.

Riveria, usually so composed, couldn't help but create a magical barrier around herself to ward off the disgusting liquids. While it wasn't a defense spell, it was enough to keep the vile substances from touching her.

"This is Irithyll Dungeon. The only way to reach the Profaned Capital is by passing through here. But be warned, the enemies in this area are dangerous. Don't look into their eyes. If you do, you'll risk getting your eyes burned."

The Onion Knight warned, and the group took his warning seriously. The jailers here were no ordinary foes. These overseers had eerie, glowing eyes that shifted from green to a menacing red when they attacked.

In the game, they drained health, but here the stakes were even higher. Their gaze had evolved into a deadly ocular power, and anyone who made eye contact risked having their vision seared, similar to a terrifying Dojutsu.

"Watch yourselves. These jailers are quick and brutal once their eyes turn red. One wrong glance and you might get more than just hurt!" The Onion Knight warned. The group prepared for the challenges ahead, knowing that this twisted prison held even deadlier foes as they delved deeper toward the Profaned Capital.

Moreover, if anyone happened to touch the Warden's branding iron, it would spell trouble. After warning everyone about the dangers, Onion Knight took the lead and swiftly entered the Irithyll Dungeon.

This time, he was no longer avoiding the issue and didn't try to slow down or use any tricks. Despite wielding a weapon that looked rather cumbersome, his speed and agility were surprisingly fast, leaving Finn and his team a bit amazed.

"Seems like in this world, we really shouldn't judge by appearances. His strength is far greater than it seems, though still not quite on our level," Finn remarked.

As they delved deeper into the dungeon, they encountered various undead-like creatures and gaolers, monsters that looked almost identical to each other. Some of these undead would suddenly have large, grotesque parasites burst from their bodies, making them even more repulsive.

In short, Riviera and Lefiya turned visibly pale at the sight. For these pure-blooded elves, the scene was deeply unsettling, far more than it would be for a normal human.

Elves are naturally inclined towards beauty and purity, and they detest anything that defiles the harmony of nature. In a sense, they are somewhat 'aesthetic creatures', much like unicorns, and thus highly sensitive to ugliness or corruption. Therefore, such grotesque and twisted creatures made them extremely uncomfortable.

"Ugh, disgusting... these things shouldn't even exist," Lefiya muttered, struggling to keep her composure.

"Keep focused!" Riviera snapped, forming a protective barrier around herself using magic to shield against the dungeon's foul stench and toxic elements.

Luckily, there weren't too many of these monsters. The group moved steadily downward, cutting through any enemies they encountered and absorbing their souls. Onion Knight, watching them fight, couldn't help but feel astonished.

The speed of these people's actions was too fast, and he couldn't react at all. By the time he reacted, the battle was over.

At this rate, he felt more like a tour guide rather than an active participant. He had wanted to fight alongside them, but their prowess left him speechless.

But since he can't make a move, then don't make a move. He felt that he should just save his strength for when they confront Yhorm. Although he has the Storm Ruler in his hand, the Storm Ruler also consumes a lot of energy, so he needs every bit of energy when the time comes.

He resigned himself to this role for now, conserving his stamina and staying alert for any more dangerous encounters ahead.

As they continued downwards, they finally came across someone, or rather, something. It was not human, but a witch imprisoned in the depths of the dungeon. She looked frail, as if she had given up hope long ago. However, as she was suddenly brought out from her cell, a trace of confusion crossed her face.

This witch was not just any prisoner, she was a crucial NPC. Many powerful spells required deciphering her unique form of magic in order to be properly understood. Some of these spells were considered too dangerous or maddening for ordinary mages to comprehend without her guidance.