Naruto: Our Goal Is To Dig Every Corner of Konoha

"It's a witch! I didn't expect to see one here," said Onion Knight, a hint of surprise in his voice. "We've already taken care of the guards outside. You're free to leave if you want!"

Onion Knight had no intention of killing the witch, nor did he see any reason to. In a world where so few retained their sense of self, there was little point in taking unnecessary lives. As long as they didn't cause trouble, what they were or had done in the past didn't matter much anymore.

The political complexities and factional conflicts of the past were long gone. The most significant organization now was the Wandering Spirits, and during the more prosperous eras, a witch like her would have likely been dealt with swiftly after discovery.

Witches studied magic that drew from the abyss and darkness, a form of sorcery that was difficult for ordinary people to control. Those who dabbled in it often found themselves in trouble. Because of this, witches were feared and ostracized, with many eventually giving up and resigning themselves to fate, hence the infamous title of 'witch'.

But in this era, no one cared anymore. As long as your goals aligned with theirs, anyone, regardless of their origins or powers, could become an ally.

"You've killed the guards?" The witch's voice was weak, though tinged with gratitude. "Thank you… but leaving this place in my broken state seems pointless!"

The witch shook her head, resigned to her fate. Finn and the others exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond. Onion Knight, too, was at a loss for words. After a moment, he simply turned away, not pressing her further. He had done what he could, and whether she stayed or left was up to her.

With that, Onion Knight led the group forward. Finn and the others followed without hesitation, knowing there was nothing more they could do for the witch. Along the way, they had discovered some tomes on dark magic, but even the most skilled mages among them refused to study their contents.

"These texts… they carry dangers beyond what we're prepared to handle," Riviera had said, her face pale. Even the bravest of sorcerers hesitated to delve into the knowledge contained in those forbidden pages.

Finn agreed, choosing not to take unnecessary risks. While such magic could grant immense power, the costs were too high, and there were other paths to strength that didn't require delving into the abyss. After all, this wasn't a game, it was reality, and the dangers were far too real.

Now that they had rescued the witch, they had done all they could. Whether she left the dungeon was her choice, and they couldn't force her hand. Together, they followed Onion Knight further into the depths of the Irithyll Dungeon.

As they descended through the narrow passageways, they encountered even more formidable enemies, giant creatures known as titans.

"It's these huge guys again… We've faced plenty of them before, especially at the Church of the Deep!"

As they stood before the slumbering Titans, the group couldn't help but feel a wave of emotion. The Titan was not only immense in size but also formidable in battle, a challenge that would demand all of their strength. Titans were typically at Level 5, their thick, hardened skin making them particularly difficult to deal with, and most attacks barely scratched them.

"I'll take care of this," Onion Knight spoke up, stepping forward, "I have a weapon, one that my best friend gave me long ago, which is specifically used for fighting Titans!"

With those words, he unsheathed the Storm Ruler. While it didn't have impressive raw attack power, its true strength lay in its ability to unleash a devastating energy wave. However, this power required time to charge.

 Onion Knight raised the sword, and as he did, a faint breeze began to swirl around it, gathering strength. The wind wrapped itself around the blade, forming a shimmering white aura around it.

Once the energy was fully charged, Onion Knight swung the sword forward in a powerful arc. A massive wave of storm energy shot out from the blade, cutting through the Titan giant with a single strike, killing it instantly.

In the game, the Storm Ruler was designed specifically to combat Yhorm the Giant. But in this reality, the sword's power wasn't limited by game mechanics. It could be used against any massive creature, and the larger the target, the more effective it was. This strike was a perfect example of that specialized might.

There were only two of these legendary swords in existence, both created for the eventual showdown with Yhorm the Giant. Onion Knight held one, while the other had been kept for the players, ensuring they would have the strength to face Yhorm when the time came.

"This is truly a divine sword," Gareth remarked, examining the sword. "And it seems to be reusable, unlike the magic swords of Orario, which break after a single use!"

Magic swords were prized in Orario for their immense power, capable of dealing significant damage to high-level monsters. However, they came with the downside of being fragile and disposable.

Once used, they shattered. In the later stages of Bell's journey, he relied on a magic sword to weaken Goliath, giving him the opportunity to land the killing blow. Without the magic sword, Bell would have stood little chance against such a foe.

"This seems like a reusable magic sword," Finn commented, glancing at the weapons his group carried. "Although we've got weapons forged from special souls, none of them can unleash energy waves like this one!"

While their weapons could be enchanted with magic to increase their power, none of them had the ability to release destructive energy in the way Onion Knight's sword could. The group's curiosity was piqued, and Onion Knight, noticing their interest, explained the origin of his weapon.

He told them the tragic story behind it, how Yhorm the Giant, once his closest friend, had given him this very sword. Yhorm feared the day would come when Onion Knight might have to kill him, so he entrusted the sword to his friend as a means to do so if it ever became necessary.

It was a sad tale, filled with the inevitability of loss. The Lords of Cinder could no longer be saved; they were doomed to burn themselves out in the cycle of fire. Death, for them, was not a possibility but an eventual certainty. The group could only sympathize with Onion Knight's situation, as they couldn't change the fate that awaited them all.

Following Onion Knight, they soon reached the forsaken city of Irithyll, the Capital of Sin.

"Incredible… To think that such a magnificent city lies hidden beneath the prison!"

Though the dungeon of Orario was deep, it lacked the grandeur of the city that now lay before them. Despite much of the architecture having fallen into decay, the history embedded in the ruins was palpable.

Finn and the others marveled at the sight before them. The sprawling ruins of Irithyll evoked a sense of wonder. Its once-splendid buildings, now crumbling, still retained echoes of the grandeur that had defined the city's past.

"This city was built with the help of Yhorm, the Giant King," Onion Knight explained. "It's a shame it's all in ruins now, but if my old friend is anywhere, it's here. This is the one place that still holds meaning for him!"

Onion Knight was certain Yhorm awaited them in the heart of the city. But before they could advance any further, their path was blocked by a new set of enemies, which are stone gargoyles and strange figures resembling priests.