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Night fell.
Sawara Kiri walked on the road to Tsunade's residence.
After more than a month of 'performance,' he had, to some extent, made a small correction to the regretful timeline in the original work.
However, this seemingly grand performance had little practical effect, merely showcasing the Senju Clan's rallying power to Sarutobi Hiruzen, who was gradually becoming autocratic.
But in this cruel Ninja World, Ninja ultimately had to rely on strength to speak.
Because of this, even if Sawara Kiri, through some ambiguous words, rallied a portion of civilian Ninja who were truly struggling, he didn't think they could extract much benefit from the Hokage Building in one go—because the power they wielded was incomparable to the power Sarutobi Hiruzen held.
In fact, given Sarutobi Hiruzen's indecisive nature, Shimura Danzo would likely still be protected by him this time, at most having some Root power curtailed or their name changed to conceal them.
But Sawara Kiri was not in a hurry.
Sausage must be sliced one piece at a time.
However,
"If only that idiot Danzo could reveal more flaws."
Sawara Kiri looked at the deserted street at night, rubbed his chin, and muttered softly.
Just as he was thinking this, his steps suddenly paused.
His azure eyes, containing brilliant stars, suddenly opened, turning to gaze into the distance.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"What a bustling Village."
Kakuzu, dressed in black, walked slowly on the road, looking at the street that had not yet completely quieted down at night, and sighed softly.
Compared to his hometown, Takigakure Village, the commercial environment here was clearly much better.
The front lines were still in a tough war...
As for the Konoha's surrounding alert barrier, to an expert of his caliber, it was no different from being nonexistent.
After entering the Village, Kakuzu first connected with his informant, obtained the precise location of his target, and then began to prepare the small tools needed for the mission.
"Hey, Boss."
He walked slowly to a peculiar small goods store, his voice hoarse: "I need a self-pleasure stick, five-speed vibration, the largest size."
"?"
The Boss, also experienced, looked at his sturdy muscles, which even his black cloak couldn't hide, his lewd gaze, and his powerful aura. After only a slight pause, he showed an understanding look.
He turned around and directly picked out a half-meter-long item from the shelf.
"Don't worry."
"We have the best proctologists in the entire Ninja World in Konoha."
"No matter how you use it, you can be saved."
Kakuzu took the item and, before the Boss could react, turned and left.
The experienced Boss was stunned, immediately chased out from behind the counter, and rushed outside: "Customer! You haven't paid! You haven't paid yet!"
However, as soon as he chased out the door, the figure of the lewd muscular man was already gone.
Want to take money from his pocket?
Dream on.
Kakuzu strode quickly across the rooftops, heading in the direction of the informant who was staking out.
He was a professional.
The mission brief stated it was an underground sodomy order, so not a single step could be missed.
As a professional killer, he had seen too many love-related murder cases between such important figures—why would those big clients pay such a high price for someone who wasn't particularly strong?
That was because they wanted them to die a sufficiently miserable death!
As a dedicated professional killer, one of the leaders in the underground killer service industry, Kakuzu only needed to do one thing to maintain his repeat customer base.
Satisfy demand!
In just two or three minutes, he found the informant staking out in the shadows, who then pointed to a figure on a distant street.
Almost the instant he spotted the target, Kakuzu was already flying forward, gripping that mosaic-like object.
"For one and a half million ryo!"
"Tentacle Punch!"
The next moment, everyone on the street only heard a 'thwack,' and saw a dark, corpse-like arm, connected by numerous fine, tough black threads, shoot forward like a rocket.
"Clang!"
Sawara Kiri, however, had already detected the other party's presence. He distorted his body and swung his arm at just the right moment, his Kunai immediately clashing with the object attacking from behind, producing a sharp metallic sound.
"Who's there?!"
Just as he righteously shouted this, he finally saw what was shot in front of him.
He saw a purple silicone weapon, over half a meter long, swinging left and right in a rather grotesque manner, emitting a strange buzzing sound, and shooting dozens of meters in one go, hitting right on the blade.
'What the hell is this?!'
'This Kunai is ruined.'
In that brief instant, two thoughts flashed through Sawara Kiri's mind. He retreated rapidly, as if suddenly encountering a strong opponent, running almost twenty meters in one go.
At the same time, he looked at his distant opponent with an unsettled expression.
That expression of, "You, a dignified legendary elder killer, actually use such despicable methods against a junior; do you have no shame?" was practically etched onto his pupils.
"Oh?"
Seeing his reaction, Kakuzu's face showed a slight hint of surprise.
He first coughed, then casually threw away the dangerous weapon that surpassed the Thousand Years of Pain, and his tentacle arm 'snapped' back into place on his original arm:
"Such a reaction…"
"Could it be that you recognize this old man?"
At this moment, Sawara Kiri, like a novice who had just ventured out and happened to encounter a red-named big Boss in the wild, showed a somewhat difficult smile, maintaining the posture of holding his Kunai in front of him, and feigned alertness, saying:
"It should be me who's confused."
"Legendary Killer, Kakuzu."
"Right?"
"How much money did those people spend to have a expert like you infiltrate Konoha to attack a small fry like me?"
"You recognize this old man, yet you didn't flee immediately…" Kakuzu looked at him quietly, his gaze fixed on the hand he was hiding behind his back, and the corner of his lips, concealed by his black windbreaker, curled into a grin.
Clearly.
Having experienced too many unexpected events, Kakuzu accepted the current situation after only a moment's pause.
"It seems there are many inaccuracies in the intelligence."
"Since that's the case, after I kill you, I'll go kill those bastards who issued the mission."
The moment his words fell.
Kakuzu's figure shot out like an arrow from a bowstring, suddenly flying towards the young man.
At the same time, a flare also shot out from Sawara Kiri's hand, which he had hidden behind his back.
However...
"Thwack."
Hardly had it risen a few meters when a figure emerged from underground, leaping up.
He actually gripped the blazing fire of the flare as it ascended, and at the same time, clapped his hands together, smashing down with a resounding crash.
"Boom!"
The figure falling from the sky smashed into the ground, exploding a spreading wave of air.
Sawara Kiri propped himself on the ground with one hand, flipping halfway around, his 360-degree vision simultaneously looking in two directions.
'Earth Clone?'
However, before the clone could make another move, Sawara Kiri had already stepped forward several meters, directly confronting the other figure charging towards him.
The scattered figures around them screamed and skillfully dispersed in all directions.
Sawara Kiri held two Kunai in his hands, one in a standard grip and one reversed. His successive attacks were fierce and swift, the Kunai and short sword interweaving continuously, sparking off dazzling fire.
However, his azure eyes seemed somewhat hollow, as if his attention wasn't fully on the two figures in front of him, but rather as if he was gazing into the distance.
Three hundred meters away from the battle.
Over a dozen figures in Root's black uniforms, led by a tall, white-haired young man, stood on a rooftop.
The surrounding crowd had already been cleared out.
Further away, there were many more figures, subtly surrounding the area completely.
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
Hiruko looked at the two in the battle, his gaze deep.
Whether he could atone for his sins depended on tonight.
His scheme was very clear.
The Cloud Ninja recruited for twenty-five million ryo must be a truly powerful expert from the Hidden Cloud Village. Once they took out Sawara Kiri, their group would immediately swarm in and pull a double-cross.
This way, both face and substance would be preserved, and a world where only Sawara Kiri was injured would be achieved.
However, the biggest problem now was...
Hiruko looked strangely at the distant figure, feeling an ominous premonition, and asked his subordinates:
"Where are the Kumogakure Ninja?"
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