Still gripping his sword with that same calm expression, Shiki Uzumaki furrowed his brow slightly. He hadn't anticipated it would go this smoothly.
Logically speaking, someone who managed to stand out among rival factions shouldn't make such a basic mistake.
Recruiting underlings with no spine whatsoever.
Yet the way this man behaved showed absolutely no signs of deception.
Anyone capable of pulling off such an intricate disguise probably wouldn't be stuck doing night watch duty.
Realizing this, Shiki decided not to waste time any further and asked directly,
"Since you fear death so much, I'll give you a chance. Where is Harada being held?"
His voice carried coldness laced with killing intent.
He believed this lowly thug, who wasn't even close to being a real ninja, would surely crumble under such pressure.
"I-I don't know! Please have mercy!"
Kato's eyes flickered briefly with surprise, but mostly panic.
Even with the blade already at his throat, he still hesitated to utter a single word.
Crack!
The sound of steel slicing through air rang out, simple and straightforward.
Yet one arm had already separated from Kato's body, blood spraying violently.
His eyes widened in shock, unbearable pain making him want to roar.
However, his throat was tightly clenched by that red-haired devil. It was as though his captor didn't even worry about squeezing too hard and accidentally suffocating him.
What a terrifying person.
That was Kato's final verdict on the boy before him.
Who knows why this kid possessed such incredible strength despite his tender age.
But the blood from his severed arm kept flowing. Although he couldn't figure out what technique his captor had used to dramatically slow the bleeding, he clearly understood one thing—
If this continued, he really would die.
"This is just a warning. You hold no value before me. Refuse to talk again and I will kill you."
At this moment, Shiki's voice sounded particularly indifferent, exactly mirroring his words. He genuinely didn't care whether this man lived or died.
He may uphold justice, but justice doesn't mean criminals won't face punishment.
Saying that, Shiki hurled Kato onto the ground, pinning him against the severed arm.
Blood spurted forth once more.
A wave of death wish crashed over Kato—but it quickly turned into confusion: Why hadn't he passed out yet?
He still had to endure this unbearable agony.
Watching Kato roll around on the floor, Shiki spoke calmly, "Don't bother trying to pass out. In front of a medical ninja, if I say you won't die—you won't. If you don't wish to suffer further, you'd better speak up now."
"But I really don't know!"
Another soft sigh escaped.
Almost as if lamenting the man's fate.
"I don't believe in gods, but everyone must face the consequences of their actions."
Crack!
Once again, that subtle metallic scraping sound echoed.
After the sound faded, Shiki Uzumaki stood under the moonlight, polishing his Seiquan Sword.
Behind him already lay two corpses.
Yet Shiki's eyes remained bright—he was a sentimental man.
But his sentimentality only applied to those he truly cared about.
This night, Nikamura was destined to be far from peaceful.
Dada...
The black soles of Shiki's ninja sandals seemed to have merged with the darkness itself.
Such light footsteps gradually echoed across every corner of Nikamura.
Yet they were drawing closer from one direction—wherever he stepped, bodies now lay sprawled across the ground.
[Duy Ni] Did you really keep Yuan Ye's whereabouts a secret from everyone? Or have your methods become so cruel that even your weakest underlings would rather endure my punishment until death than reveal your secrets?
Shiki Uzumaki murmured silently in his heart, yet his gaze fixed steadily ahead.
In his right hand remained the sharp and flawless Seiquan Sword.
Forged by the father of Seiji Ito, this once-ordinary blade had become a truly remarkable weapon.
Shiki Uzumaki had killed more than enough—he saw no need to stop and wipe the blood off the Seiquan Sword.
The cold rain pouring from the sky was doing that job for him.
It was like the fabled cursed blade Murasame—whenever it tasted blood, clear water would seep out on its own to wash the blade clean.
Now, Shiki was approaching his destination.
Judging from the scattered patrol members, their central position, and his own Sensor perception,
the true core of this village lay right here.
A massive amount of Chakra was present; for mere bandits, the level of combat power gathered here was surprisingly formidable.
Probably Duy Ni never imagined someone would directly strike at his central base instead of attempting a rescue mission.
Shiki exhaled, clearing the final traces of distraction from his mind.
There were plenty of ways to rescue Harada—all he needed was the right one.
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