The moment Moyu caught sight of the shadow flickering across the alley, he knew instantly that someone was waiting for him there. The faint disturbance in the air was enough to tell him that whoever hid there wouldn't hesitate to strike the moment the opportunity appeared.
His eyes sank slightly. Years of battle had sharpened his instincts far beyond ordinary shinobi. Not once had anyone succeeded in taking him by surprise. Whoever dared now was either overconfident or suicidal.
He rolled his eyes faintly. "So that's how it is? Then don't blame me for teaching you what happens when you point your blade at me."
The feeling of being targeted irritated him—like being treated as prey. Moyu hated that sensation. The sixth sense born from countless life-and-death encounters told him clearly that the people hidden nearby weren't amateurs.
The corners of his mouth lifted coldly. "Fine then. Let's see who ends up breathing by the end of this."
As his voice faded, two masked figures burst from behind the pillars, silent as wind. Their kunai gleamed in the night as they lunged straight at him.
Moyu didn't even move from his spot. The first blade flashed toward his ribs, but before it could reach, his hand caught the attacker's wrist mid-thrust. Bone cracked under the sudden pressure, and the kunai clattered to the ground.
The second assassin's eyes widened. Before he could react, Moyu twisted the first man's arm sharply, kicked him backward, then pivoted with fluid precision and drove his heel into the second's chest.
The impact echoed through the alley. The man hit the wall and coughed blood.
"Relying on this level of strength and thinking you can assassinate me? Ridiculous." Moyu's gaze sharpened, his tone cold enough to freeze air. "Tell me—where is Hyuga Hiashi?"
The two masked men stiffened. They were Anbu from the Hyuga clan. Even as Moyu's grip drew blood from their wrists, neither spoke.
He knew Hiashi was watching from somewhere close by. That was exactly why he toyed with them—slowly, methodically—waiting for the proud patriarch to show himself.
But Hyuga Hiashi wouldn't move. To reveal himself now would mean admitting that he sent these Anbu. That single mistake could stain the Hyuga name and unravel the clan's standing in Konoha.
From the distance, Hiashi's brows furrowed, his expression clouded with anger and restraint. This man… he's deliberately forcing my hand. But I can't speak. Even if they die, they die for the clan.
His fists tightened, but his feet didn't move.
Moyu's grip suddenly twisted again. A faint sound of bone breaking cracked through the wind, followed by the dull thud of a body collapsing.
The second man's breath trembled; the first was already gone.
"Even when death stares at you," Moyu said quietly, "you still cling to loyalty. Admirable—but useless."
He released his hold, letting the lifeless body slump to the ground.
The alley fell silent. The wind carried only the faint scent of blood and dust.
Moyu looked up at the rooftops, his voice low, mocking. "Hyuga Hiashi… hiding behind shadows and sending others to die for you. You call that nobility?"
He turned away without waiting for an answer, the faint glint in his eyes fading into the night.
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