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

As they walked along the rooftop at night, Uchiha Tsuki frequently glanced at him, yet hesitated to speak.

"Moon, just say what's on your mind. Why are you being so shy? This isn't like you."

Finally, Qianyu broke the silence first, her tone full of teasing.

Chiyu's words did not put Uchiha Tsuki at ease. Instead, he said with some worry, "Chiyu, if our guess is wrong this time, then the fact that the Konoha ninja attacked their employer will become a fatal shackle for us."

"How about I..." As he said this, Uchiha Tsuki's eyes turned blood red, and the black tomoe spun rapidly.

"Ouch!" With a soft exclamation, Uchiha Tsuki covered her forehead and looked at Chiba in confusion, not understanding what the other was doing.

Seeing Uchiha Yue's puzzled look, Chiba had to admit that Uchiha's understanding of the emotion of "love" for family and close friends was completely beyond ordinary people, and even completely above his own rationality.

Looking down at the izakaya that was closing up shop, Chiba sighed softly and rubbed Uchiha Yue's forehead. "Yue, you need to know that the moment you used genjutsu on your employer, a seed of suspicion was planted in both of us. Don't underestimate the ninja world; this kind of thing can't be hidden. That's when it will be most fatal for us."

"Looking at it now, I'm 90% confident. So we just need to proceed step by step. Even if my reasoning is wrong, there's still room for maneuver."

As they were talking, Chiyu saw Murakami walking briskly on the bluestone road below, carrying a bamboo basket on his back, his mood clearly as stable as during the day.

At the same time, Iruka's figure appeared on the opposite rooftop, waving to them. Seeing this, Chiba knew it was time, so he whispered some instructions to the thoughtful Uchiha Tsuki, and then secretly followed Murakami away. He also wanted to see the swordsmanship masters of this era.

In the back room of the izakaya, the candlelight cast a faint glow, and the occasional cough broke the silence of the room.

"Kaneda, I told you before not to be so greedy. Now look what happened, I'm forced to issue missions to Konoha. Now the Konoha ninjas have arrived, and they've come straight here, rendering all my preparations useless. You're so foolish to listen to that old man."

The puppy's chubby face had lost its daytime fawning demeanor, replaced by a fierce expression as it glared at Kaneda, who was coughing incessantly.

When his close friend accused him, the seemingly terminally ill Kaneda did not immediately refute him. Instead, he took out a pill from his pocket and swallowed it. A few minutes later, a trace of color returned to his sallow face.

"Little dog, do you need to listen to others about greed? If we weren't greedy, we'd still be begging on the street. If we weren't greedy, how would you have acquired those severely damaged merchant guilds? You don't think the position of guild leader just fell into your lap out of thin air, do you? Isn't it safest for the caravans you lead? Besides, you haven't gotten rid of me yet..."

"I didn't! Over the years, have we ever had the slightest grudge over those stolen goods?" Kou stood up angrily, leaning forward, his obese body appearing oppressive in the darkness. "After being forced to initiate this commission by the Chamber of Commerce, I made many preparations, but, but..."

His eyes were bloodshot from the suspicion of his best friend, as if he wanted to devour someone.

Seeing this, Kaneda placed a piece of cloth on the table, gesturing for him to take a look.

After the puppy opened it, it scanned the contents by the dim candlelight and stared at the other person with wide, incredulous eyes.

"Cough cough," Jintian, who had just stopped coughing, covered his mouth with a handkerchief, bent over in pain, and trembled all over. When Kou saw this, he immediately stepped forward and took the medicine from his pocket, but hesitated after thinking of the words on the cloth. It was medicine, but it was also poison.

Just as he hesitated, Jin Tian's withered right hand took the pill from his hand and slowly swallowed it.

"I'm about to die, and no amount of gold and silver will mean anything to me now. What I'm most worried about is Ichiro. After I've taken everything on my shoulders, you take Ichiro back to the merchant guild, change his name, and start a new life for him."

"As for those samurai, they have never seen you, and in the end they will be buried with me by the Konoha ninja, disappearing without a trace."

Kinda's words plunged the room into a deathly silence. Koinu's lips trembled as he gripped his best friend's hand. He had always thought that his friend's recent illness was just recurring, but he never imagined that it was the moment when the two of them would be separated by life and death.

At that moment, a slight cracking sound rang out from the wick of the oil lamp, and a sharp kunai landed on the puppy's fat-covered neck.

"Before you entrust your orphanage to us, Mr. Konoha, shouldn't you give us an explanation?" Uchiha Tsuki's cold voice rang out, accompanied by the sound of a sliding door being pulled open.

At this moment, several people who originally belonged to the Little Dog Merchant Guild raised torches, their angry eyes fixed on the two of them, wishing they could devour them alive.

Behind them, several izakaya staff members were tightly bound by Iruka, including Kaneda's son.

Upon witnessing this scene, Jintian could no longer endure the pain in his lungs, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and collapsed, dying on the spot.

Seeing this scene, Uchiha Yue felt no pity whatsoever. Instead, he was worried about whether something might happen to Chiba, as that was the real battlefield.

"Ninja Art, Mind Reflection Technique!"

As Qianyu's hands moved swiftly, creating afterimages, the sleepy-eyed samurai opposite him smiled slightly before falling into a deep sleep.

The kunai slashed through the air, blood splattering everywhere, without a sound. Qianyu had already dealt with no fewer than ten people using the same method.

It has to be said that traditional blacksmithing is a tough job, and everyone was fast asleep.

After finishing off the last one, Chiyu flashed onto the roof and stood next to Genma-sensei, looking down at the mansion below, where the main event was.

"Not bad, Qianyu. You acted decisively. I thought you would hesitate."

With a toothpick dangling from his mouth, Genma Shiranui spoke with obvious admiration, clearly quite pleased with this cheap student.

So, Sarutobi Kurasuke's evaluation of the report on Chiba and the other two was probably written while he was drunk.

Unaware that the previous teacher had been criticized by the current teacher, Qian Yu was currently enjoying the biting cold wind, which quickly cooled down his excited mind.

"Teacher Genma, how is the situation? How strong is the bandit leader?"

Chiyu looked down and saw an elderly man, over fifty years old, sitting cross-legged under the eaves in the courtyard illuminated by torches, watching Murakami wield his katana in front of him.

His eyes, which were bright and piercing for his age, shone with a delighted expression, clearly indicating that he was very satisfied with Murakami's abilities.

"You're quite old, so your physical strength is definitely a weakness. But your skillful technique will make you an easy target for close-range attacks, so you'd better keep your distance and use ninjutsu to ambush me."

"Finally, people this age usually have a special skill; pay close attention."

Listening to Master Genma's words, Chiba nodded repeatedly. However, when he heard that he was to deal with the old samurai below, he was taken aback and looked at him questioningly.

Genma Shiranui gave his student a reassuring look, then sat down as if it were none of his business and began to watch the demonstration of moves below.

He wanted to see how well Chiba fared in direct combat.