Logan had once thought the darkness in Konoha would be hidden.
But now, he saw the truth.
They let the murderer roam free and instead bullied the survivors.
Is there still justice?
Is there still law?
Logan wanted to ask:
Is this village really called Konoha of the Fire?
Or Konoha of the Group?
"I can't stay here any longer," he muttered to himself. "If I remain in Konoha, even if I survive tonight, I'll be dead tomorrow."
"Anyway, I have the JOJO System. The world is vast—there's always a place to stay."
If all else failed, he could use Star Platinum to hunt and farm. He would never have to worry about food or water again. Why continue suffering in this cesspool?
Logan made up his mind.
His top priority now—escape.
He was being held in the underground base of the Root Organization.
The place was like a maze of real tree roots—twisting corridors, thick tangles, and traps waiting to be triggered.
Even if one managed to break out of the interrogation room, escaping the entire base was a different challenge.
But Logan had his own way.
"Hermit Purple."
Purple vines spread forward from his hand, illuminating the corridors and scouting for danger.
As Logan dashed through the narrow passageways, he suddenly paused in front of one particular room.
Sasuke was inside.
It would obviously be troublesome to flee with a child…
Logan hesitated only for a moment. Then, he switched to Star Platinum and ripped off the heavy metal door with brute force.
Saving once or twice—what was the difference now?
"Brother Logan!"
Sasuke's eyes were red and puffy, and his voice choked with tears.
Logan crouched. "Danzo wants us dead. Are you coming?"
Sasuke didn't hesitate. "Let's go!"
Neither of them could have known that among all the chaos tonight, Sasuke was ironically the safest person in the entire village.
But based on the limited information they had, their decision was logical.
Suddenly, the alarm blared throughout the facility.
Buzz—buzz—
A harsh, shrieking sound echoed from overhead.
Logan picked up Sasuke and rushed forward, commanding Star Platinum to clear the way.
In this narrow underground space, Root ninjas were at a disadvantage. With Danzo's strict orders not to harm Sasuke—fearing Itachi's potential retaliation—none of them dared to use lethal force or ninjutsu. They could only rely on taijutsu.
But unless the Blue Beast of Konoha himself showed up, who could possibly defeat Star Platinum in hand-to-hand combat?
Logan rampaged forward, absolutely unstoppable. Surprise attacks and ambushes were rendered useless in the face of Star Platinum's precision and sheer speed.
Within two meters of Logan, there was an absolute dead zone.
Dozens of steel doors were smashed apart as they forced their way toward the surface.
At first, the Root members chasing him were confident. "Just a kid and some brat? Why send so many of us?"
But that confidence quickly shattered.
As soon as they clashed, their belief turned into rage, disbelief… and then fear.
And now, as Logan burst out from the underground facility, bathed in moonlight, the blood-covered warriors stared at him with visible terror in their eyes.
The Third Ninja War had ended less than a decade ago. Many of these men were battlefield veterans—seasoned, hardened soldiers.
But Logan's silhouette… it reminded them of the legendary heroes who once fought alone against hundreds of enemies.
Danzo's orders restrained them, yes, but even without those…
The Root ninjas turned back toward the base.
Blood soaked the walls. Their comrades, Root elites, now lay collapsed in broken heaps, lives uncertain.
This kind of power—too terrifying!
A lone Root member stepped forward in reflex—but then froze.
Logan had turned and locked eyes with him.
"Scram."
The man stood stiffly in place, trembling, not daring to take another step.
With a final punch from Star Platinum, the entrance to the base collapsed. Debris tumbled down in heaps, sealing the underground completely.
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Boom!
A fist slammed into a table.
Danzo's expression was pitch dark—like a devil cloaked in shadows. His cold eyes seemed sharp enough to slice flesh off bone.
"You've gone too far, Danzo."
An aged voice sounded behind him.
Danzo shut off the surveillance screen.
Its glow vanished, and in the reflection stood Sarutobi Hiruzen, the Third Hokage.
"What's too far?" Danzo asked coldly.
Hiruzen's voice rose. "Do I need to remind you?"
"By all means."
Danzo turned to face him squarely, no fear in his eyes.
"Was it me who ordered Uchiha Itachi to kill his entire clan?
Was it me who wanted Uchiha Logan dead, which triggered all this chaos?
Or was it me who ordered the collection of Uchiha corpses?"
He stepped forward and stood directly before the Hokage, hands behind his back.
"You're no fool. If you were, I would've replaced you years ago. You knew everything. So tell me—exactly what part of this was too much? And I'll respond accordingly."
Hiruzen was silent.
After a long thirty seconds, he turned around and walked away.
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Tonight was destined to be a blood-soaked night.
Knives flashed in the dark. Shadowy shinobi emerged from alleys, swinging kunai toward Logan. Illusionists cast genjutsu, trying to trap his mind.
But Logan discovered something critical—pain could break the illusion.
So, he gave Star Platinum a simple command:
"Tap me gently every five seconds."
Bruised and bloodied, Logan charged through the night with Sasuke in his arms. Like Zhao Zilong of Changshan, he fought through wave after wave, unstoppable.
But if someone familiar with Konoha's power structure examined the fallen shinobi on the ground… they would notice something strange.
Not a single famous name was present.
No Byakugan users from the Hyuga clan. None from the Ino–Shika–Chō trio. No Aburame insect wielders.
Where were the real elites?
Logan was not arrogant. He didn't think he was invincible.
Even Uchiha Itachi was just a boy—surely not the village's strongest.
So why didn't any of the true powerhouses come?
Then it hit him.
This wasn't "clean."
The major clans weren't stupid.
The Uchiha were wiped out overnight. That kind of event… it's like having yellow mud on your pants. Even if it's not what it looks like, it still stinks.
Each family made their choice—they stayed out of it.
The ones chasing Logan were the nobodies, the weaklings, the office grunts dragged out of bed when their boss said "respond immediately."
Logan understood.
It had nothing to do with power. Everything to do with politics.
"Hold on, we're almost out," he said softly, patting Sasuke on the head.
Sasuke looked back at the burning remains of the Uchiha compound.
Without a family, that place could no longer be called "home." It was just a hollow box of sorrow.
"Where are we going?" Sasuke asked.
"I don't know," Logan admitted. "But there's always somewhere we can live like human beings."
"…What if there's not?"
Logan paused, then answered firmly, "There is. Somewhere."
Sasuke nodded.
Suddenly, the wind shifted. He saw a cold glint flashing toward Logan.
"Careful!"
Before he could finish the warning, Star Platinum had already moved.
It snatched the kunai mid-air, stepped forward, twisted its body, and flung the blade back like a whip.
Bang!
A thunderous sonic boom cracked through the air.
The kunai shot past a man's ear.
"Oh? That was close," a lazy voice said from the shadows. "So this is the 'invisible guardian' from the records. Fascinating."
A white-haired man stepped into view.
He landed lightly, a book in hand, face masked, with a forehead protector covering one eye.
"You two kids," he said casually. "No passage ahead."
Logan froze.
White hair. Masked face. One eye covered. Book in hand.
The image clicked in his memory.
"Gojo Satoru?" he blurted.
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