Naruto: In the name of the Senju, he made the ninja world tremble.

"I'm very satisfied with the meal, Genma-sensei. I'm going out for a bit."

After greeting the others, Qianyu, with her pregnant belly sticking out, swayed and walked towards the back, looking like she was stuffed.

Meanwhile, Uchiha Tsuki, who was sitting in place, pulled Iruka to his feet. Looking at the leisurely Genma Shiranui, he said that he needed to go out to replenish his supplies. After asking the messenger who was bringing sake for directions to the most bustling shops, he got up and left.

Genma Shiranui, who remained in place drinking alone, did not comment on the three's actions. His slightly tipsy eyes revealed a hint of relaxation. Ninjas, more often than not, still need to use their brains.

Having just finished relieving herself in the backyard, Chiyu strolled around with a relaxed expression. In the distance, a figure fiddling with a knife came into view; it was none other than Butcher Murakami, who had been showing off his knife skills in the front hall.

Murakami held a chilling boning knife in his left hand and carefully wiped it with a precious silk cloth in his right. He was so focused that he didn't even notice Chiba walking up to him.

Chiba didn't rashly interrupt the other person's actions. Instead, she scanned the various knives neatly arranged on the table. Judging from the wear on the handles of these knives, they had obviously been used for quite some time, but they were still so well maintained, which could only mean that Murakami was a true knife lover.

"Master Ninja, are you unable to find your way back?" Murakami's words came out bluntly, without the slightest hint of tact; he was not good at socializing.

"These knives are quite good," Qianyu said, picking up one of them and lightly flicking the blade with his finger. The crisp, resonant, and noiseless metallic sound made him raise an eyebrow. "Mr. Murakami, these knives are exceptional in terms of design, craftsmanship, and even the finishing and maintenance techniques. Your craftsmanship is truly remarkable."

"That's not how it is, Ninja-sama," Murakami explained to Chiba, his expression still stiff. He added that the swords were not made by him, but by the most senior blacksmith in Asakusa Town using ancient methods.

A blacksmith skilled in crafting knives using ancient methods? That's a rather niche profession. While the profession of blacksmithing still exists today, it has long since become an assembly line operation. After all, this world has a distorted technological development; otherwise, how could the large number of ninja tools consumed by ninjas be replenished so quickly?

After chatting with Murakami for a while, Chiba got the gist of it and left on her own without bothering him any longer.

After Chiyu's figure disappeared, Murakami continued what he had been doing, picking up the knife in front of him and carefully arranging it. Just then, a cough sounded.

"uncle."

"Murakami, recently some customers have commented that the lamb you cut is not very even. Is it because your knives are worn out? After closing tonight, go and have the sculptor, Tetsuzaku, refurbish them."

With that, the village's uncle turned and left, not giving the village a chance to reply.

"Severely worn?" Murakami reached for a small knife, gently pressing his thumb against the blade; a thin red mark appeared. "It looks fine. Could the customer have mistaken it?"

Murakami shook his head after thinking about this. Since his uncle had already said so, he couldn't say anything. Besides, he also had some knife skills that he needed to learn from his master.

Just as Senba returned to chat with Genma-sensei, far away in the Senju ancestral home in Konoha, Senju Unka looked at her older sister with a serious expression, a cold killing intent appearing on her aged face.

"Yunhua, Lord Slug has brought news of Chiyu. Take some men and bring the child back. You also take my bodyguards with you. Don't worry about me. If I die a violent death in Konoha, Hiruzen will commit suicide to atone for it."

Looking at the intelligence in his hand, the usually composed Senju Yunhua's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and the seventy-year-old man's hands trembled with anger.

"Sister, should we eliminate these bastards completely?"

"No," Senju Momoka, still lucid, stroked the little slug and rejected her brother's suggestion. "The existence of the Grass Ninja alleviates the conflict between Konoha and Iwa Ninja to some extent, so we only need to severely injure them."

"Hiruzen Sarutobi, if you can't seize this opportunity, then you really aren't suited to be the Hokage."

At this point, the old man seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and lay wearily on the soft couch, saying, "We have already wronged Mito-neechan by wiping out the Uzumaki clan back then. We cannot turn a blind eye to the remaining members of the Uzumaki clan in the world."

"Remember to bring someone who is skilled in water-style techniques."

After leaving a word of advice, Senju Momoka waved for Yunhua to leave, and then she fell into a state of semi-sleep. At this moment, she seemed to see Uzumaki Mito with red hair smiling at her.

I'm really getting old. In recent years, I've seen many old friends in my half-asleep state. How will I face them in the Pure Land in the future?

In the silent room, an old sigh rang out. Sensing the desolation in her companion's tone, the little slug crawled onto her cheek and gently rubbed against her in a gesture of comfort.

That afternoon, Senju Unka left Konoha with his party under the pretext of visiting the "Daimyo" of the Land of Fire, as required by custom. Since it was an annual custom, Sarutobi Hiruzen didn't think much of it and approved it on the spot.

Unaware that her news had angered the two elderly people so much, Chiba was handing a water bottle to Iruka, who was gagging, in the vicinity of Asakusa Town, to help him relieve his stomach discomfort.

"Moon, according to you, 70% of the deaths in the caravan were caused by a single, fatal blow?"

After examining the bodies of the deceased with Iruka, Uchiha Tsuki nodded slightly, recalling what had just happened, and said:

"Although the bodies have begun to decompose, the temperature is very low now, so the path of the blade can still be clearly seen. The person who used the knife was skilled, but it is impossible for every strike to land a fatal blow, unless the dead are trapped in an illusion and remain motionless."

"But the leader of the group was killed in battle, so they couldn't have been under an illusion, unless..."

"Unless there's a traitor in their ranks, and quite a few of them, and the method... well, probably poisoning," Chiba continued, picking up where Uchiha Tsuki left off, while picking up a dry twig and drawing on the ground.

"Therefore, to carry out a successful robbery, there are three aspects to consider. First, you need an accurate source of information."

Qianyu drew a circle on the ground, then drew a straight line from the center to the right and drew another circle. "Then we need enough manpower to complete the mission. These people may not be considered elite, but they must at least know how to use a knife. They cannot be a rabble."

"And there must be a connection between these two to ensure that there are no errors in the information between them." At this point, Qianyu drew a circle above the horizontal line, and then branched out two branches that connected to the two circles below.

Such a triangle appeared in front of them. While Iruka was pondering, Chiba wrote down where they would have lunch in the middle circle.

The source of the information had a name written on it, which made Uchiha Tsuki and Iruka look at him with some confusion. Could this person also be part of the scheme?

"The 'thief crying 'stop thief!' trope like that is all too common," Qianyu said meaningfully, recalling that chubby face.

Genma Shiranui, standing nearby, yawned and idly gazed at the desolate wilderness, seemingly relieved that he would soon be able to return to Konoha.