The night passed quickly. As the first light of dawn appeared, members of the Interrogation Department arrived for work. A faint scent of blood lingered in the air, prompting murmurs and confusion among them. The blonde man from the Yamanaka clan approached White Fang with a question.
"Lord White Fang," said the blonde man, "you've always worked here—have you noticed anything strange in the air?"
White Fang sighed inwardly before replying, "Bring the spare key for Room 1 and follow me."
When they reached the door, the blonde man covered his nose and said, "This must be it—the stench of blood is overwhelming. What happened here?"
White Fang commanded, "Open it."
The moment he unlocked the door, the young man was stunned by the horrifying scene inside. Most prisoners lay lifeless in pools of blood, eyes wide open in expressions of lingering terror. Only one black-clad man remained standing.
"W-Who are you?" The blonde's voice trembled slightly without him realizing.
Placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder, White Fang said calmly, "Don't be scared. He's my apprentice—I asked him to come help interrogate these prisoners."
Inside, one surviving ninja screamed frantically as the door opened, "I'll talk! I'll tell you everything! Ask whatever you want, just keep this demon away from me!"
Frowning at the gruesome sight, White Fang called out sharply, "Anya, come out."
At that moment, Anya removed her Anbu mask, turning around with a satisfied grin. "Master, I've nearly finalized my new sword art. I've named it [Phantom Sword Art]."
The moment she turned around, there was something sharper in her gaze—an unmistakable sign that her swordsmanship had improved overnight.
Acting clueless, he asked, "Why did you kill so many prisoners?"
Understanding his intent, she replied casually, "Some resisted and tried to escape, so I eliminated them. Others died unintentionally during questioning. These few remain. Looks like they're ready to talk freely now."
"In that case, Yamanaka Eta, take the remaining prisoners for further interrogation."
With their master-and-apprentice act complete, Eta cautiously stepped forward, his heart pounding as he carefully maneuvered past bodies scattered across the floor. Facing the terrified survivors, he said, "Come with me."
To them, it sounded like a miracle—they wept with visible relief. Yet when passing Anya, Eta couldn't help muttering, "They were still people... how could you?"
He wasn't foolish. He understood perfectly what had happened. Most of these ninjas had already been chosen due to their lack of usefulness, yet White Fang let his apprentice deal with them regardless. Displeasure filled his mind, along with a sense of cruelty.
Meeting his accusation head-on, she responded coolly, "Do you really think prisoners are still 'people'? If so, then you're unfit to be part of the Interrogation Department."
That remark left Yamanaka Eta speechless, a heavy feeling pressing against his chest. Without another word, he turned and left the room with the remaining captives. As he passed White Fang, he hesitated for a moment, then let out a sigh before walking away.
Left alone with his apprentice, White Fang scolded, "That was out of line."
Naturally, Anya didn't dare argue back, replying humbly, "Teacher, you know as well as I do that Sword Art isn't like Ninjutsu—it doesn't just develop through casual practice even with strong chakra. To master Sword Art, one must endure rivers of blood and mountains of corpses."
Deep down, White Fang knew Anya was right, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that he had personally trained a caged demon. If ever released in the future, he could only imagine the consequences.
In the end, White Fang chose to trust his disciple and refrained from further criticism. Instead, he asked, "How is your sword technique development going?"
Anya, exhilarated after a night of killing, answered joyfully, "It's been quite fruitful indeed. Through repeated experiments, I've successfully shut down a person's sight and hearing, though I'm still refining the sense of touch. After all, once someone attacks, the air moves, and for an expert, that slight movement provides enough reaction time."
Moving air essentially becomes wind. A ninja highly skilled in Wind Release might incorporate wind chakra into their swordsmanship to strike completely silently. Unfortunately, neither White Fang nor Anya possessed Wind Release abilities, blocking this path entirely.
So the only option left was genjutsu.
Therefore, Anya continued, "Actually, with my speed combined with the Sharingan, I can already effectively neutralize the five senses. Yet something still feels slightly off—the missing piece lies here, and I'm considering how to weave Genjutsu in to completely sever the enemy's sense of touch."
"If it involves using genjutsu," White Fang suggested, "there's someone perfectly suited to teach you. The reason his genjutsu can create a Genjutsu Space is precisely because he manipulates a person's tactile senses."
Anya's eyes lit up—he understood exactly who White Fang meant. Besides, he was already under that person's command.
Seeing Anya already eager to leave, White Fang said unimpressedly, "First, clean this place up. It reeks of blood—you'll scare others otherwise."
"Yes sir, I'll make sure it's spotless."
Anya gathered all the scattered bodies into one pile and used a Fire Release technique to reduce them to ashes, then sliced open the floor with his sword to bury the remains. In no time at all, the vast room looked completely empty.
Once the cleanup was done, Anya departed without delay. Upon reaching his destination, he immediately spotted Kurenai Yuhi stepping out of her house, getting ready for school.
When she saw Anya approaching, her eyes crinkled happily, clearly misunderstanding him—she thought he had come specially to walk her to school.
Seeing this situation, Anya naturally altered his original plan. He ran over directly and crouched in front of Kurenai, greeting her with a smile: "Good morning, Teacher Red!"
Kurenai chuckled while patting his head, cheerfully wrapping her arms around his back as she spoke, "Oh? You even came to walk me to school today? Let's go to your place first."
"To my home?"
Anya looked confused.
"Yeah," Kurenai Yuhi said casually. "I made plans with Konan yesterday to walk to school together from now on. You don't need to go out of your way to accompany me anymore."
Anya asked with a strange expression, "Since when have the two of you become so close?"
Guess red and blue really do belong together.
Kurenai looked extremely pleased as she happily said, "You don't know how popular Konan is at school. She folded lots of paper cranes to give to her classmates. Of course, she specially folded a flower for me—it looked just like a real one, and was absolutely beautiful."
Well, looks like Konan has officially won everyone over with her charm offensive.
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