Actually, everything Yamagi Jiro was saying now, was all something his older brother had taught him.
Once this Anbu really showed a reaction and tried to get official approval from higher-ups, then the matter would definitely be dragged into that kind of endless process where you push me, I push you, and nothing ever gets resolved.
After all, in matters like seizing wartime spoils, the ones above were the real beneficiaries. People like them at the bottom could at best only get some scraps of grease that slipped through the fingers of the higher-ups.
So, if the higher-ups didn't want the truth to be uncovered, naturally they would cover for them.
Of course, if it truly reached the point where covering wasn't possible anymore, by then a long time would have already passed.
At that time, it would be enough for his older brother to use some means to turn the irregular things into "regular."
The problems on his own body would naturally vanish.
Thinking of this, Yamagi Jiro showed a faint cold smile.
Did they think being Anbu was such a big deal? The stronger a ninja was, the more likely he spent most of his time on training. How could they compare with people like him, who had long since figured out all the ins and outs of human relationships?
However, at this moment, Matsugi Kazuo, standing to the side, suddenly thought of something bad. His face instantly changed drastically.
He hurriedly grabbed Yamagi Jiro and said, "Stop talking for now, we're in big trouble."
Then, he took a step forward, looking at that Anbu, and his voice was already trembling.
"Lord… may I know, which department you belong to?"
Yamagi Jiro froze. Didn't the other make it obvious he was Anbu?
In Konoha Village, aside from Anbu, who else dared to dress like this, were they not afraid of losing their life?
But suddenly, he too thought of something.
His older brother had once vaguely warned him: if one day he encountered someone who looked like Anbu, but not quite like Anbu, he must be respectful.
Best of all, he should cooperate unconditionally, give them whatever they wanted.
Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely must not start a conflict.
Back then, Yamagi Jiro had felt baffled. But since he had never seen his brother wear such a serious expression, he had kept this matter in mind.
All of a sudden, his heart gave a heavy thump.
Looking again at that Anbu, everything about them felt wrong.
Anbu were the direct combat unit under the Third Hokage. They might be ruthless against enemies, but toward villagers of their own, they usually valued face more than anyone.
They paid attention to procedures. Normally they would not interfere with ordinary people's lives. Even if they had to, they would bring a document signed by the Hokage.
Also, their tone of speaking would usually be polite.
But right now, this Anbu interrogating him spoke coldly, without bringing any paperwork, practically violating every rule.
Could this be the situation his brother had mentioned? Someone who looked like Anbu, but wasn't really Anbu.
Sure enough, the next moment, that Anbu was already looking at Matsugi Kazuo, speaking coldly, "Which department I'm from, you've guessed it, haven't you?"
Matsugi Kazuo was shocked, hastily shaking his head with all his strength, "No, I haven't guessed, my lord, believe me, I… I don't know anything!"
However, as if nothing he said mattered anymore, that Anbu suddenly made a move.
In an instant, she appeared right in front of Matsugi Kazuo. At some point, a kunai had already appeared in her hand.
With a flash of the kunai across his neck, a red line opened on Matsugi Kazuo's throat. The wound split apart, spraying countless streams of fresh blood like a tiny fountain.
Matsugi Kazuo, with a look of disbelief in his eyes, toppled to the ground.
He was dead, dead with eyes wide open.
At this time, that Anbu's voice came coldly, "Asking about my department, probing my identity? You've seriously overstepped. I suspect you are a spy from another village, attempting to gather intelligence on Konoha. To prevent leakage of information, executed on the spot."
At the side, Yamagi Jiro was completely dumbfounded.
What kind of ruthless person was this?
Killing someone in public just because of a few words?
Was there no law left, no justice left?
Especially since Matsugi Kazuo was killed, what about him then?
Just now, he had been so disrespectful. Wasn't he going to be killed too?
Plop!
Yamagi Jiro's legs gave out, and he knelt on the ground.
He trembled, "Lord, I'll talk, I'll say everything, I'm a Konoha villager, born and raised in Konoha, I'm not a spy, please don't kill me!"
Yet, that Anbu suddenly flashed to appear right before him.
"In such a hurry to clear your ties, harboring a guilty conscience. If you're not a spy, then why are you so afraid of death?"
"Besides, just now everyone saw you and that spy, shoulder to shoulder. What kind of harmful intelligence toward Konoha were you passing along?"
Yamagi Jiro's face instantly turned to sheer terror. He wanted to argue, but there was no chance to argue anymore.
Because the same kunai, with the same stroke, had already cut across his throat.
Before death, clutching his neck, he knelt on the ground, gradually losing all signs of life.
He may have already forgotten: no matter how skilled one is at scheming, humans must obey an objective rule: when a person is killed, they die.
And ninja, by nature, were professionals whose very survival relied on killing.
That Anbu, having killed two people in succession, didn't stop. She turned her head to look at the others.
The other villagers were pale-faced, frozen in place.
They had never imagined things would suddenly escalate like this.
They wanted to kneel and beg for mercy, but remembered the Anbu's words just now, "If you're not a spy, then why are you so afraid of death?"
They didn't even dare kneel.
But then, was standing any safer?
That Anbu said coldly, "As accomplices of the spy, after your superior was eliminated, you've shown an extremely bad attitude and refused to surrender. No doubt you're hiding a big secret. Die!"
Finishing her words, that Anbu, still holding her blood-stained kunai, charged into the crowd and began the slaughter.
Since these people were all ordinary villagers, not ninja, the slaughter was absurdly easy.
In just a short moment, everyone was lying sprawled on the ground, blood flowing in rivers, staining all the land around the Sato residence red.
That Anbu stopped, pulling out the property deed of the Sato household from Yamagi Jiro's arms, and tore it to shreds.
Standing in the blood, she looked at the word "Sato" carved above the gate of the house, muttering, "It's about time."
Sure enough, the next instant, countless figures appeared all around. These were the real Anbu, alarmed by the massacre and rushing over quickly.
As soon as they arrived, the horrifying scene all around them shocked them to the core.
This place… was hell.
In Konoha Village, for more than a dozen villagers to be slaughtered. This could be said to be one of the worst incidents since the Third Hokage had taken office.
Such a style of work, such cruel methods, so the one who acted was... They all turned their eyes toward the figure standing in their midst, wearing the same gear as themselves.
The Anbu captain in the lead asked, "You… are a member of Root?"
"But even Root isn't allowed to cause such massive consequences. I am obligated to take you back for questioning."
After saying that, the captain gave his squad members a signal to move in.
But just as the group of Anbu were about to act, that Root member suddenly shouted, "Everything I've done… has been for Konoha!"
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