He was in Konoha, and his domineering aura was overflowing.

"Ahem, no need... Never mind, it's better to go back. Have someone arrange for a song and dance performance."

Keep playing the music and keep dancing!

The monks of the Fire Temple bowed their heads and chanted a Buddhist prayer, following behind like prison guards escorting prisoners.

The singing and dancing at the city lord's mansion continued until the early hours of the morning, gradually subsiding only when the city lord, feeling rather listless, embraced the two great masters of the ninja world.

The lights were moved from the city lord's mansion to a dark room.

As the monk stepped into the dark room, he heard a cacophony of voices.

The sizable dark room was filled with priests, shrine maidens, samurai, monks, and onmyoji.

"Have you come up with a plan?" He walked up to a samurai.

The languid samurai glanced at his bald head and yawned: "Almost done, everything that needs to be arranged is set up. If you ask me, you guys are just a nuisance. It would be easier for us samurai to go up and behead him."

The monk smiled, unconcerned: "After all, this concerns the well-being of the people, so it's not something to be taken lightly!"

The samurai nodded, still looking lazy.

These people were mostly special individuals working under nobles, and they usually lived a very leisurely life. After all, those who dared to directly confront nobles were a minority in the ninja world. Given this large pool of people, it was easy to see why they were so numerous and powerful.

No one expected that they would actually gather together to discuss countermeasures.

It's truly astonishing how much I've seen in my lifetime.

Just as they were reflecting on this, the samurai suddenly spoke.

"The famous White Fang of Konoha will be coming this time, which I'm quite interested in. However, I've heard that he'll be accompanied by elite Uchiha ninjas, as well as quite a few second-generation ninjas. We can't possibly kill them all, can we?"

Sakumo Hatake of Konoha, a half-ninja and half-samurai who transitioned from samurai to ninja, possessed immense strength and unparalleled swordsmanship. For a true samurai, a real duel with him would be an exhilarating experience.

"The adults mean to execute the ringleader, while the other accomplices may be given lenient treatment if possible," the monk replied.

In fact, they all knew that saying they would treat him leniently was actually a way of worrying that it would provoke an uprising by the ninja clans of Konoha.

The death of one or two members of a family that has been painstakingly cultivated at great expense is at most heartbreaking, and one may hold a grudge against the murderer. But if the whole family is wiped out...

You'll die.

Ninjas are tools, that's true, but these tools come with flesh.

Suddenly, the monk's eyes narrowed, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a ninja clad in a black robe, concealing his figure in the darkness of a corner.

"The famous bounty hunter—Kakuzu! I can't believe he's actually here."

The samurai followed his gaze and curled his lip: "He's one of the strongest bounty hunters, so it's no surprise he'll be here for this kind of event."

Anyone with a bit of knowledge knows that underground gold exchange shops are an industry run by the nobility, not just one or two, but the entire nobility.

The main purpose is to obtain intelligence from all parties and, when necessary, leverage financial advantages to launch a bounty.

Part-time job market.

Lone wolves are rare in the bounty hunter profession; most are in groups. After making a name for themselves, they may be recruited by nobles, which is considered a highly prestigious profession.

However, Kakuzu is an exception. He is powerful, has a high success rate in completing missions, and has an almost obsessive obsession with money.

They never accept offers and will even kill their employers.

When he first became active, some fools tried to renege on his money, but they were betrayed by his entire family. The team that went to hunt down Kakuzu afterwards suffered a terrible fate.

Since then, few have dared to lay a hand on this long-time active hunter.

"Stay away from him." The samurai narrowed his eyes, his thumb rubbing the katana at his waist.

"This guy exudes an evil aura; I can smell the dangerous scent emanating from him even from this distance."

The monk smiled slightly: "This humble monk has some self-awareness, thank you for your guidance."

The samurai waved his hand dismissively and said casually, "Stop with the formalities, show your gratitude with concrete actions."

The monk nodded: "Of course, the scenery of the red-light district after midnight is captivating. If you are willing, why not come with me?"

"That's great!" The samurai laughed heartily and flexed his muscles.

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The Jade Rabbit quietly climbed to the crescent moon, and the cool moonlight shone through layers of leaves onto the open woodland.

The most pitifully low-profile group of oil women made their appearance, reporting to the Fifty Strings Elegance, which upholds the excellent work and rest habits of young people in the new era.

"Most of the city of Rose City is as usual, except that there are many more patrolling soldiers than usual. Apart from that, only the city lord's mansion shows signs of heavy defense."

"What about the city lord's own family?"

"There was no one on guard, and no one was around."

Fifty Strings raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I'm more inclined to believe that those people took away protection from other people's relatives. What do you think?"

Uchiha Aoyama said, "Of course, it must be what Big Brother said. Those despicable nobles are capable of doing such a thing."

"Using family members to threaten a nobleman." Kushina's expression was slightly strange.

Although she hadn't taken on many missions related to nobles due to her own issues, she'd never seen a pig run or eaten pork.

Not all nobles are indifferent to their families, but most nobles certainly care about their own lives.

In a rush, one might be able to choose between family and oneself, but given time to think, one's survival instinct will kick in.

To expect that family alone can allow a nobleman to weather misfortune is unrealistic.

It's better to expect that on a dark and stormy night, a wife who goes out to a class reunion and doesn't return home until noon the next day, with a rosy complexion, will remain chaste.

"How is the layout of the City Lord's Mansion?"

“I didn’t get close, afraid of alerting the snake,” said the oil-loving woman, Yangguang.

"However, I can sense that in the inner world of the city lord's mansion, there are samurai, onmyoji, shrine maidens, priests, and monks coming and going, and each of them has chakra."

Sakumo Hatake looked at Yugo Genso.

"Shall we make our move tonight?"

Unexpectedly, the fifty-string watch showed "NO" when it was raised.

"They went to great lengths to invite me into the trap. If I go in according to their plan, wouldn't I lose face?"

Uh... is this a matter of saving face?

Besides, isn't this a common assassination method used by ninjas? There's no shame in it.

"Come tomorrow at noon. At that time, the yang energy will be at its peak and the yin energy will be generated. You might be able to see them turn into vengeful ghosts after they die."

Before Hatake Sakumo could say anything more, he saw Isogen's eyes darting around and quickly put down the words he was about to say.

Based on his understanding of the fifty strings, such behavior must have been premeditated. Sending someone to their death was impossible, but helping someone go ahead of time was definitely the case.

However, he still can't guess what Wu Xian is going to do.

The night watchman remains, his bloody tales drifting into dreams.

With supplies unlike those available for ninja marches, this peaceful sleep in the wilderness felt like a vacation.

The next morning, the golden crow let out a long cry and chased the jade rabbit away with one paw, declaring that daytime was its territory.

Rose City.

This place is famous for its hillsides covered with roses, complemented by other colorful buds. To this day, the city remains a resort destination for nobles to enjoy the scenery and appreciate nature.

After packing up, the group headed straight for Rose City.

At the city gate, the group of people who were not disguised looked at the large crowd in front of them with strange expressions.

"Boss, are we really not going to disguise ourselves?"

Looking at his standard Inuzuka family attire and the demon at his feet, anyone with a bit of knowledge could immediately recognize his identity.

He's actually doing alright.

The Uchiha ninjas wore vests with the Uchiha clan crest, Hyuga Mizuki revealed her Byakugan, and Uzumaki Kushina's fiery red hair stood out among the predominantly black-haired crowd.

Why hide it?

Isogen sat arrogantly on horseback, drinking hot milk.

He looked like a naval admiral from the movie next door.

"You must remember, it is they who should be the ones pretending."

As soon as he finished speaking, Minato Namikaze, who was walking in front, twitched at the corner of his mouth.

As one of the team members with equally conspicuous hair, he had a rough idea of ​​how Wuxian would enter.

The carriage did not slow down, passing through long lines of people, and made its way straight to the city gate under the fearful, angry, and dissatisfied gazes of the people behind it.

The city gate soldiers were all stunned, their minds nearly going blank, as this was the first time they had encountered such a thing.

A soldier dressed as a captain complained, "Where are you from? Don't you know there's martial law in Rose City lately..."

He didn't miss the last "ma" because he had already seen the Uchiha clan crest.

It reminds me of the wind I've been hearing lately.

hiss--

not good!!

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Chapter 107 These are all

Fifty strings let out a "yo-ho" sound.

"There really are people who aren't afraid of death."

"No, no, no." The city gate official tried to explain, but his tendency to stutter when nervous kicked in again.

"You ungrateful wretch?" Isogen's eyes narrowed slightly. "This is the first time I've seen someone as arrogant as you. I won't tolerate such arrogance in front of me, Aoyama!"

"It's Big Brother!" Uchiha Aoyama puffed out his chest and raised his head, striding menacingly toward the city gatekeeper, his hand brushing against the collar of the gatekeeper's clothes.

The city gate official was in a daze and let him operate as he pleased, without feeling anything special, except that he felt a weight on his neck.

"You don't even bother to straighten your collar when it's messy. Remember that next time," Uchiha Aoyama patted his chest and reminded him.

The dazed city gatekeeper nodded unconsciously upon hearing this.

When I looked down, two round objects, about the size of a thumb, were pressed against my collar, ticking like clockwork.

Before he could figure out what it was, the next second...

Boom!

Flames soared into the sky, and waves of heat rolled in.

After a simple series of operations, the city gate was open to all traffic.

With only awe and fear as his escort, he officially entered Rose City. Ishizō took a brief look at this prosperous city, which was frequented by nobles, and sighed.

"There are still more good people in the world than bad; so many of us got in so quickly."

Upon hearing this, Minato Namikaze's eyes twitched. He turned to look at Yuuka Igogaku and hesitated, "Yuuka, isn't this going too far?"

He tried to stop them after realizing something was wrong, but was stopped.

Before Ivy-Gen could speak, it was Hatake Sakumo who spoke up to defend Ivy-Gen.

"Yu Ge did the right thing this time; it's no pity to kill those people."

“That’s right, Yu Ge wouldn’t kill people indiscriminately!” Kushina put her hands on her hips, her cheeks puffing out slightly.

Hinata Mizuki nodded repeatedly from the side. Although she couldn't speak, she always used body language very well.

Minato Namikaze was slightly taken aback.

He knew Hatake Sakumo's attitude, and along the way he often heard him advise Isogen not to take lives if it was not a serious matter.

Yes, Konoha's White Fang, who instilled fear in his enemies with his overwhelming killing power during the Second Shinobi World War, was advising a junior not to be too bloodthirsty.