Naruto's civilian cannon fodder starts with the three-body technique

Chapter 299 Mito Gate Takes the Blame (Daily Wishlist)

Just as Mitomonda's face turned ashen and he was about to collapse, a strange voice rang in his ears.

"Mr. Tian, ​​this is a matter of life and death, concerning the very foundation of the Mitomon clan's survival. You must consider this carefully. Why don't we speak privately?"

"Umino Sasuke?" Mito Kado looked around but couldn't find Umino Sasuke.

"No need to look anymore. Let's talk privately. I'll come out on my own."

Sasuke Umino used a secret Sound Release technique to transmit his voice, and his voice rang in Mito Kadota's ears once again.

Even after using his sensory ninjutsu, Mito Kadota couldn't find any trace of Umino Sasuke, so he gave up the idea of ​​continuing the search. He then sent everyone away, saying he needed to think things over before making a decision. Nara Shikaku, having received instructions from Umino Sasuke, didn't press Mito Kadota too much.

A spatial ripple flashed, and Umino Sasuke appeared in front of Mito Kadota. He then set up a multi-layered soundproof barrier, sat down in the main chair as if no one else was there, poured himself a cup of tea, and began to drink it.

"Umino Sasuke, what exactly do you want? Do you have to be so ruthless as to wipe us all out?"

Mito Kadota was the first to question, his voice hoarse, carrying the low growl of a dying beast.

"To exterminate them all?" Umino Sasuke sneered, his eyes sharp and his voice calm. "Tai-kun, you're wrong. It's your Mitomon Elder, En, who's personally digging up your Mitomon clan's ancestral graves. Well then, watch it first."

Without wasting any words, Umino Sasuke tossed the scroll of irrefutable evidence collected by Yamashiro Midori into his hand.

Mito Monda trembled as he unfurled the scroll. The more he read, the paler his face became, and cold sweat poured down his face.

The records not only documented the Mitokado clan's arms smuggling and trafficking, but also their dealings with Sunagakure to eliminate dissidents. The records included the time, location, specific individuals involved, and even some encrypted accounts, creating a breathtakingly complete chain of evidence. The leaks of several key logistical supply lines directly led to ambushes and heavy losses for several Konoha squads. The Mitokado clan took advantage of this by falsely reporting losses, pocketing these military supplies, and then smuggling and reselling them.

Compared to these heinous crimes that are enough to wipe out a family and clan, crimes such as Mitokado Takashi providing intelligence to Sunagakure, using Sunagakure to kill ordinary ninjas on the front lines, embezzling family property, and lending money at exorbitant interest rates are simply insignificant.

"Slander! This is slander!"

Mito Kadota instinctively roared, trying to protect his family's reputation, but the details on the scroll were too detailed, making his rebuttal sound weak and powerless.

"Slander?" Sasuke Umino sneered, questioning, "I will present this evidence, intact, to the Daimyo of the Land of Fire and the Third Hokage at the appropriate time. Tan-kun, tell me, what will the Daimyo of the Land of Fire's reaction be when he sees that the military funds he allocated have become mountains of gold and silver in some people's private coffers, or even used to trade information with Sunagakure to eliminate dissidents? When the Daimyo questions you, do you think the Third Hokage can still protect you?"

"Umino Sasuke, these are already settled matters. The Hokage has already questioned us, and my Mito clan has distributed a large amount of assets. All the major ninja clans in Konoha have already let this matter rest, and your Umino clan has also gotten a share. If you want to bring up this old matter again, don't even think about it!"

Mitomonda was terrified, but his attitude was quite tough.

Sasuke Unno knew that it would be difficult to bring down the Mitomon clan with this evidence. Even if the Daimyo of the Land of Fire questioned them, as long as Hiruzen Sarutobi didn't back down, there was really no way to bring up the old matter again.

However, Umino Sasuke was not disappointed and chuckled, "Take a look at this."

Another scroll was slapped directly onto Mitomonda's chest. The scroll was ancient and carried the scent of old ink.

"Hmph!" Mito Kadota snorted coldly, unfolded the document, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

The above is a detailed record of how, after the Second Hokage, Tobirama Senju, died in battle, clan leader Homura Mitokado, along with Koharu Utatane, Torifu Akimichi, Danzo Shimura, and others, fully supported Hiruzen Sarutobi's succession as Hokage. It clearly records that at a high-level meeting, Homura Mitokado not only switched sides at the last minute but also vehemently rejected the proposal to support the First Hokage's son to succeed as the Third Hokage, stating that he "lacked prestige" and was "unfit for the responsibility," ultimately leading to Hiruzen Sarutobi's ascension to the position.

"What kind of evidence is this?!" Mito Kadota, as if grasping at a straw, suddenly raised his voice, his tone a mix of bravado and fear, "The Second Hokage's dying wish was to choose the most suitable successor. Elder En, as Tobirama's disciple, obeyed his master's orders and supported Sarutobi-sama—what's wrong with that? It's absolute loyalty to the village! As for the First Hokage's son's unexpected death during a mission, what does that have to do with Elder En?!"

Sasuke Umino's tone was laced with a knowing sarcasm as he relentlessly questioned, "What a fine 'master's order,' what a fine 'loyalty'! How did the Mitomon clan manage to gain a foothold in Konoha? Whose protective family are you? Whose nepotism is it? And who allowed Homura Mitomon to become the Second Hokage's disciple?"

He paused, then his voice suddenly rose, and he shouted firmly, "Without Lady Uzumaki Mito, without the Senju clan, what are you, the Mito clan?"

"this--"

Mitomonda was speechless and had no words to reply.

At this moment, Umino Sasuke took a step forward, and the invisible pressure made Mito Kadota almost suffocate: "Do you really think the unexpected fall of the First Child was an accident? Kadota-kun, do you believe it? I've found some very interesting pieces of information."

For example, the intelligence sources for that mission were unusually vague; for example, the team that was supposed to provide support was delayed due to a "last-minute adjustment"; and for example, some key figures seemed to have been silenced or quickly promoted afterward...

Although there's no direct evidence pointing to Elder Yan, these numerous coincidences are enough to make anyone with a brain think twice, right?

Then, Umino Sasuke stared at Mito Kadota's face, which had turned deathly pale, and said, word by word, "A family that rose to power by relying on the grace of the Senju clan not only did not support the successor of the patron's bloodline at the critical moment of the succession to the throne, but also took the lead in opposing it, and even seemed to have played a dishonorable role in the incident of the fall of the first son."

Mr. Tian, ​​tell me, what is this called? Is it called ingratitude? Or is it called betraying one's master for personal gain?

If these 'coincidences' are strung together and public opinion is slightly manipulated by someone with ulterior motives, guess how the villagers of Konoha, the nobles of the Land of Fire, and even the entire ninja world will view your Mito clan?
Don't you think that your ungrateful Elder Mitokado Homura was willing to sacrifice even the bloodline of his former master just to curry favor with the new one? And he even personally offered his allegiance to the new master?

"Shut up! You're talking nonsense! This is a frame-up! There's no evidence! It's all rumors!" Mito Kadota's forehead veins bulged as he roared madly, trying to dispel the terrifying scene depicted by Umino Sasuke.

He knew that even if the public believed the suspicion of "murdering the first son" by only one in ten thousand, the reputation of the Mitomon family would be completely ruined, forever nailed to the pillar of shame, a hundred times more serious than any smuggling crime, which had shaken the very foundation of the family's existence.

"No evidence? Fine, then let's talk about something with evidence." Umino Sasuke shrugged and put the scroll down lightly, but then took out two more scrolls. One of them was made of a different material, bearing the dark red patterns and sealing aura unique to Iwagakure.

"Take a look at this first, the top-secret mission file of Iwagakure, the execution report of the 'Senju Nawaki Annihilation Plan'."

Mito Kadota was struck dumb. Just what kind of monster was this Umino Sasuke that he was able to obtain the top-secret mission files of Iwagakure?!

He quickly snatched the scroll, his hands trembling uncontrollably as he opened it. The contents of the scroll were shocking: it detailed how Iwagakure passively obtained information about Konoha, accurately tracked the whereabouts of the Nawaki Squad, laid traps, and launched a surprise attack.

Most importantly, it explicitly states that the core factor for the success of the operation was "specific intelligence about Senju Nawaki obtained from internal Konoha channels." During the raid, there were also accusations that the Konoha Anbu stood idly by. At the end of the report, there was even a vague but highly suggestive analysis from the Iwagakure intelligence department: the internal strife in Konoha points to the Konoha Anbu.

"Impossible!" Mito Kadota felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, cold sweat instantly soaking his back. The death of Senju Nawaki was a taboo subject that the Konoha high command kept to themselves. If this Iwagakure document was real, it would definitely cause a shock in Konoha. Coupled with another intelligence record about Konoha's Anbu during that period, it matched up perfectly.

He immediately denied it: "This is absolutely a forgery, Lord Nawaki—"

“Nawaki is dead, isn’t he?” Umino Sasuke interrupted him, his eyes sharp as knives. “This file was personally brought out by me from the deepest part of the Iwagakure intelligence database. The Iwagakure Anbu seal on it cannot be faked. It clearly proves that Nawaki’s murder was a complete conspiracy, and your Elder Mitokado Homura was the mole who provided the enemy with fatal intelligence!”

"No! This evidence is unclear; it could be someone else. Why are you accusing Elder Yan? You're framing him!"

Mitomonda, as if grasping at the last straw, retorted frantically, and subconsciously tore up the scroll in his hand.

"Tear it up, I have plenty of backups." Umino Sasuke looked at him coldly and sneered, "Besides, you think that's all?"

He then produced another scroll, densely filled with intelligence from the Dark Division during that period, presented in a very clear and logically rigorous manner.

"Did you see that, Mitokado-kun!" Umino Sasuke's voice was like a heavy hammer, striking at Mitokado's crumbling mental defenses. "Time, place, personnel movements, fund flows, traces of cover-ups—you call this 'unclear'? Add this top-secret Iwagakure document as external ironclad evidence, isn't this chain of evidence enough to nail Mitokado Homura to the pillar of shame for betraying the village?!"

Looking at the detailed, despair-inducing internal intelligence analysis in his hand, then at the top-secret file bearing the mark of Iwagakure, and finally at the ANBU members who had been silenced, a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He could no longer control himself, and with a sudden burst of force, he tore the two scrolls to shreds with a "ripping" sound, as if this could erase that terrible reality.

"It's no use, Ta-kun." The chill in Umino Sasuke's voice shattered his illusions completely. "I have sent the original and the backup to the Daimyo of the Land of Fire and the Third Hokage through absolutely secure channels. As for when they will arrive, that's up to you."

Mito Kadota froze instantly, the torn pieces of paper falling from his limp hand, like his shattered hopes.

Sasuke Umino's voice rang out again: "Just think about it. When the Daimyo of the Land of Fire sees this report and learns that his son-in-law, the grandson of the First Hokage and the younger brother of Princess Tsunade of Konoha, died not in a battlefield accident, but was murdered by his own village's high-ranking advisor in collusion with an enemy country, what will his reaction be?"
Even if it's just suspicion, given the daimyo's methods and rage, do you think he would let Mitokado Homura go? Would he tolerate the continued existence of a family that might have murdered his son-in-law? Wouldn't he think the Mitokado clan is trying to challenge his authority?
Even if Hiruzen Sarutobi wanted to protect you out of old friendship, what could he possibly use to do so? Could he withstand the pressure from the Daimyo? Could he quell Tsunade's rage after learning the truth? Not to mention, once this evidence is partially revealed, and the soldiers on the front lines learn that their beloved grandson of the First Hokage died in this way, and that the murderer is in the upper echelons of Konoha, the entire village will likely be in an uproar!
To quell public anger and to give the daimyo and Tsunade an explanation, Mitokado Homura had to be sacrificed—a sacrifice that would leave him utterly disgraced and executed for treason!

Mitokado trembled violently, almost unable to stand. He understood; this was the final, decisive blow. Mitokado Yan was finished! The Mitokado clan was finished too! "No! There's still a chance!" Mitokado made a last-ditch effort, his voice as weak as a mosquito's buzz, "Those who mobilized the Anbu might not be Elder Yan's direct subordinates, perhaps, perhaps..."

"Oh?" Sasuke Umino raised an eyebrow, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "Tada-kun, you mean those Anbu members who carried out intelligence transmission and subsequent cover-ups weren't Mitokado Homura's direct Anbu? Then whose are they? Could they be—the Hokage's direct Anbu?!"

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his voice, which boomed like thunder: "How dare you! You dare to openly frame the Hokage and falsely accuse him of murdering the First Hokage's grandson! Who gave you the guts?!"

Terrified by the sharp shout, Mitomonda turned deathly pale and staggered backward, stammering, "No! That's not what I meant! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense! I—"

Umino Sasuke pressed on relentlessly, his tone chilling as he said, "In the entire Hidden Leaf Village, besides the Hokage, only two advisors, Mitokado Homura and Utatane Koharu, have direct authority to mobilize the Anbu. Shimura Danzo is 'Root,' independent of the Anbu system."

Koharu Tsunemura's direct subordinate secret service was mainly responsible for the village's medical department and her own security. During that period, there was no record of her leaving the village to carry out classified missions, which is verifiable.

"Then, Tian-kun, tell me, at the time Nawaki was murdered, who else but your Elder Yan could have mobilized the Anbu to carry out such a top-secret and dirty mission? Could it really be the Hokage? Oh my, you actually dare to accuse the Hokage? You've got some nerve!"

Upon hearing this, Mito Monda was utterly desperate; he would never dare to smear Sarutobi Hiruzen's reputation.

That would not only fail to save Elder Yan, but would also immediately invite the most cruel and ruthless attack from the Hokage faction, crushing the entire Mitomon clan to dust.

If this mud were thrown at Hiruzen Sarutobi, the crime could be temporarily absolved, but Hiruzen Sarutobi's protection and support would be lost. If Sasuke Umino were to bring up old grievances, such as smuggling arms, usury, persecuting villagers, and trading intelligence to eliminate dissidents, it would be enough to drag the entire Mitomon clan into the abyss.

But if he were to take the blame, things wouldn't be any better. This was the murder of the First Hokage's grandson, and even the murder of the First Hokage's son might be brought up again.

Sasuke Umino has used a simple yet cruel logical trap to block all his possibilities of evasion and sophistry from both sides.

Mitokado Homura has completely fallen this time. His power is entirely dependent on Hiruzen Sarutobi. When these incriminating facts, especially the irrefutable evidence of his alleged plot against Senju Nawaki, are presented to him, Hiruzen Sarutobi will undoubtedly abandon Mitokado Homura without hesitation in order to protect himself, sever ties with him, appease the Daimyo and Tsunade's anger, and maintain the stability of Konoha. He might even personally intervene to solidify Mitokado Homura's crimes and pin all the blame on him in order to sever their relationship.

In this way, the Mitomon clan would also be buried with them. Without a powerful backer and a bad reputation, how could the Mitomon clan survive? Moreover, the suspicion of murdering the first patriarch's son, the irrefutable evidence of murdering the first patriarch's grandson, smuggling weapons to supply the enemy, leaking intelligence... any one of these would lead to the clan's utter destruction!

"No! The family absolutely cannot be destroyed along with it!"

At this moment, Mito Kadada's heart was being torn apart. The survival of his family, the inheritance of the main line, and the lives of himself and the dozens of elite family members around him were all at odds. On one side was an abyss of no return, and on the other side was an olive branch stained with the blood of his kin, offered by Umino Sasuke.

The choice he had been making was a constant source of torment for him.

Time slipped away silently in the stillness, each second feeling as long as a year.

Ultimately, the survival of the family prevailed over everything else.

"New head of the Mitomon clan, have you thought this through?"

Hearing the hellish urging, the last glimmer of light in Mito Kadota's eyes went out, leaving only ashen despair and a desperate madness driven to the brink. He suddenly looked up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Umino Sasuke, his voice extremely hoarse: "I'll give you the list!"

With trembling hands, he took out a scroll and, with all his might, wrote down names and codes on it.

“These are Elder Yan’s most trusted confidants, twelve in total. They are all his loyal followers, and they only obey his orders. I swear by the spirit of the ancestors of the Mito Sect, the list is absolutely accurate!”

Mito Kadada's voice carried a desperate madness and a deep-seated weariness, "Umino Sasuke, remember your promise, or the Mitokado clan will become vengeful ghosts and curse you for generations!"

Sasuke Umino caught the scroll, which carried an aura of despair, and glanced at the twelve code names. A cold, satisfied smile curved his lips, like a gaze from the abyss: "Don't worry, Ta-kun, no, I should call you Mito-mon Clan Chief now. Cooperation leads to mutual benefit. Remember, on the battlefield tomorrow, obey my orders and act for the future of Mito-mon!"

Mitomonta, his back hunched, staggered away like a walking corpse.

Sasuke Unno gently unfurled the scroll of names, his eyes flashing with a cold light as he looked at the twelve code names, as if the Grim Reaper were calling roll.

“Very good, Clan Chief Tian.” Umino Sasuke put away the scroll, his voice calm and even, but a barely perceptible glint of cold light flashed deep in his eyes.

Before he could finish speaking, a ripple appeared in space, and Umino Sasuke's figure had vanished without a trace, leaving only the oppressive air in the tent and the heavy footsteps of Mito Kadona.

Mito Kadota took a deep breath and tried to straighten his weary back, which was hunched over with despair.

He straightened his clothes, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and tried to regain the composure befitting a Jonin and the future clan leader. At the same time, he kept convincing himself: He was the original main branch of the Mito clan and the successor designated by his father. If it weren't for the clan's influence in the upper echelons of Konoha, why would he have handed over the position of clan leader to the rising Mito clan leader, Homura?
He sacrificed the glory of the main lineage in exchange for the position of Grand Elder, a position that Mitomon Homura reciprocated. This seemingly glorious power, but who knows the bitterness in his heart?
On the surface, Mitomon Homura relied on him, but in secret, he had planted twelve assassins around him. How could Mitomon Tadashi not have noticed these spies? It's just that at that time, the Mitomon clan seemed to be thriving under Mitomon Homura's leadership, and for the sake of the family's overall harmony, he chose to endure and acquiesce to this arrangement.

"Elder Yan, you are still too eager for quick success!"

Mitomonda was filled with bitterness and anger. He had repeatedly advised Mitomonda not to go too far and not to cross the line, but all he got in return was Mitomonda's ever-growing ambition and impatient perfunctory attitude. Now, all the problems had erupted like a volcano, pushing the entire family to the brink of extinction.

"I did nothing wrong!" Mitomonta roared to himself in his heart, trying to suppress the guilt that was gnawing at his heart. In his eyes, the one who was wrong was Mitomon Homura. He was greedy and blinded by profit. He had dragged the family into the abyss. For the survival of the Mitomon bloodline and for the glory of the main branch to shine again, sacrificing himself and his bodyguards and cutting off his arm to save his life was the only choice!

These twelve assassins were a hidden danger planted by Mitomon En. It was only right to eliminate them. In order to preserve the core strength of the family, he was the one who truly cared about the future of Mitomon.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, using the pain to dispel the last trace of weakness and strengthen his resolve.

He lifted the tent flap and went outside. Outside, the ninjas of the Mitomon clan were waiting anxiously. Nara Shikaku, Shirakumo Hayama, and the others had not left either, but were standing at a distance with different gazes.

"Elder!" Mitomon Ken immediately rushed forward, his voice urgent, "We absolutely cannot agree to that mission! It's sending us to our deaths! We—"

"Shut up!" Mito Kadota interrupted him directly, his voice hoarse but carrying an unquestionable authority that came from his bloodline.

He glanced around, his gaze sweeping over the astonished and uncertain faces of his family members, finally settling on Nara Shikaku and Shirakumo Hayama. His voice suddenly rose, and he announced clearly, "Command orders have been received. The special assault team is to depart immediately to carry out the urgent mission of rescuing Lord Hatake Sasuke and Lord Hatake Sakumo. Everyone, prepare yourselves immediately!"

"What?!" Mitomon Ken and several other radical clansmen, many of whom were among the twelve on the list, could hardly believe their ears. "Elder! Are you insane? That's Chiyo and her elite puppeteer unit! We—"

"Can you bear the consequences of disobeying orders?" Mito Monda waved his hand, stopping the clansmen's wild talk.

Then, pointing to the shadows and high points around the camp, he said in a deep voice, "Look around, look at their eyes!"

Following the direction of his finger, the Mitomon clan ninjas were startled to realize that, without them noticing, the camp was now surrounded by Iron Wall Army ninjas. They were either hidden in dark corners or standing on high, visible sentry posts, their eyes sharp as knives, their hands on their ninja tool pouches, exuding a palpable aura of killing intent.

This was no ordinary vigilance; it was an encirclement like a falcon eyeing its prey. If they dared to utter even half a word of "no," they would strike with lightning speed, arresting them on the spot, or even killing them, on charges of "continuous disobedience," "desertion in the face of battle," or even "treason."

The cold, ironclad rules of battlefield discipline hung over their heads like Thor's sword.

A chilling coldness instantly swept over all the Mito Gate ninjas. They finally realized that this was not something that could be resolved by disobeying orders; it was a true dead end. Umino Sasuke had not left them any way out. Their repeated disobedience to orders had given the other side ample reason to take action.

At this moment, Nara Shikaku revealed a knowing smile on his face, slowly walked up, and said with a smile: "A wise choice, Lord Ta. For the future of Konoha, for the safety of the two lords, the command will remember your bravery."

His words seemed to contain profound meaning, clearly indicating that he had already guessed the general situation of the transaction that had taken place in the camp. This Mitomonda must have paid an extremely heavy price to obtain this opportunity to "carry out the mission," rather than being suppressed on the spot.

Meanwhile, Baiyun Yeshan, standing to the side, made no attempt to hide his disappointment.

"Hmph!" Bai Yunye snorted coldly, and slowly loosened his grip on the hilt of his sword. "You're smart to know what's good for you."

He had always disliked the Mitomon clan's ninja ways, and hated their smuggling of supplies to the enemy and their persecution of their comrades. He was eager for them to continue to resist so that he would have a reason to take action himself and vent his anger for those comrades who had died unjustly.

Seeing the other party yield now, although he knew the mission was dangerous, he had no way to vent his pent-up anger at not being able to teach them a lesson on the spot, so his face naturally turned ugly.

However, he also knew that going to the border to meet Chiyo and her elite puppet troops would be tantamount to suicide. He was not worried about the safety of the commander. With the Flying Thunder God Technique at his disposal, there was nowhere in the world he could not go.
Under the invisible pressure of the Iron Wall Army and Nara Shikaku's "praise," not a single ninja from the Mitomon clan dared to voice their opposition. They silently began to organize their equipment and check their ninja tools, the atmosphere as heavy as if they were about to be sent to the execution ground.

(End of this chapter)