Hearing the other party's words, Kaito happened to glance at the brothel beside them, and his expression instantly darkened.
The world of adults...
Are they insane?
Kaito took a step to the right and coldly replied, "I'm only six years old."
He thought his age would make the other party feel guilty, but to his surprise, this burly man smirked sinisterly and shouted sothing that made Kaito stop in his tracks.
"I know."
Kaito: ???
The big man slowly took off his glasses, revealing a cruel grin. "I've got so good stuff..."
As he spoke, several thugs suddenly erged around them.
After all, good-looking children could fetch a high price.
Regardless of gender.
Kaito had completely lost his patience. He pulled out a custom-made tiger-striped mask identical to Obito's from his pocket and slapped it onto his face.
With a quick glance at the six n surrounding him, Kaito flicked out a kunai with his fingers. His figure blurred, leaving behind an afterimage as he darted between them.
A flash of cold light—before the n could react, a line of blood sprayed from their necks.
Thud—thud—thud—
"Guh..."
One, two, three bodies collapsed to the ground, clutching their necks. After a few gurgles, they fell silent forever.
Pedestrians on both sides of the street scread in terror and fled the scene as soon as they realized what had happened.
Kaito reappeared in front of the corpses, flicking the kunai to shake off the blood before calmly addressing Runtu in his arms.
"Next ti, I'll give you a blueprint."
"?"
Runtu looked up, eyes filled with confusion, utterly baffled.
"A 7.62mm syringe specially designed to cure lolicon tendencies."
Runtu: "..."
Whether there was an insurmountable communication barrier between soul pets and humans, Runtu felt he couldn't understand a single word his master was saying.
Clatter—clatter—
The samurai patrolling the Land of Iron arrived at the murder scene almost imdiately.
Dozens of samurai with shaved foreheads drew their swords without hesitation upon seeing the masked brat standing before the corpses. They gripped their blades with both hands, pointing them at the murderer, while those arriving later quickly moved to encircle him from behind.
"I don't care which village's shinobi you are..."
"Committing murder in our Land of Iron... ans breaking our rules!"
The Land of Iron was a neutral nation. Any shinobi active here, no matter how deep their grudges, would wait until they left before taking action.
Though it wasn't an official rule, this had long beco an unspoken agreent between shinobi and samurai.
But the actions of this masked brat...
Were nothing short of a challenge to their great nation's dignity!
"What?"
Kaito suddenly exclaid, taking two steps back and leaning away, even sucking in a sharp breath. His voice turned hoarse, sounding nothing like a child's.
"You actually saw through my disguise!"
"Damn it! Is this the power of a great nation!?"
Samurai: ???
The samurai had all been glaring fiercely, their faces filled with rage, ready to charge forward and teach this reckless brat a lesson.
But then...
When they heard these words, they were utterly bewildered. The fury they had been building up inexplicably dissipated by a third.
Even the imposing aura around them weakened significantly.A single thought flashed through everyone's minds...
What the hell is this??
What on earth is this kid talking about??
Were we even discussing the sa thing just now? How did we suddenly uncover your identity, you brat???
Before anyone could react, the masked kid's voice rang out again, his hands already forming seals.
"Fine!"
"Since you've discovered my identity as Akasuna no Sasori of the Akatsuki Organization..."
"Then today... I cannot let any of you leave!"
The warriors were still reeling from the previous confusing sequence of events when they heard the opponent's mouth running nonstop...
Their eyes filled only with bewildernt.
Wait...
What exactly are you saying "fine" to???
Though they couldn't comprehend what was happening, terms like 'Akatsuki Organization' and 'Akasuna no Sasori' sounded extrely intimidating.
Oh no!
Have we encountered a powerful enemy?
Beads of sweat ford on the warriors' foreheads as they tightened their grips on their swords. For so reason, they suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure.
"Release—"
Kaito imdiately ford the transformation jutsu seal, and in the next mont, transford into Sasori wearing the black robe with red clouds.
Well... it was more of a bootleg version.
Having never seen Sasori's actual appearance, the transformation jutsu couldn't perfectly replicate him.
But with red hair and a patched-up Akatsuki uniform, it achieved the desired effect.
"Report back to Lord Mifune."
At this mont, a fully armored warrior instructed his subordinate before stepping forward with his sword drawn toward this so-called Sasori.
"Very well, Sasori."
"Since you've revealed your na to ..."
"Then I, Yamai Taitou, shall test my skills against you!"
It's said that duels between shinobi are similar to those between warriors—both parties announce their nas at the start and form so... opposing seal as a sign of respect.
Thinking this, Yamai Taitou brought his hands to his sides and bowed deeply to the formidable opponent before him, showing his utmost regard.
He could sense the opponent's strength.
And this strength... was precisely what could push his Gokuto Hiten-ryu swordsmanship to new heights.
"Sir! Please bestow your—"
Whoosh—
Before Yamai Taitou could finish his last word, "guidance," as his head lowered...
A streak of eerie light flashed, and his head shot skyward, blood gushing forth.
Thud... thud...
As the head hit the ground, Kaito—who had claid to be Sasori—curled his lips into a mocking smirk, his eyes filled with utter indifference toward life.
"Don't pull this crap... I really can't help myself."
"And."
"I told you..."
"None of you are leaving here today!"
Clang!
Runtu stood before the group, his fingers still stained with warm blood. The tallic glint sent chills down everyone's spines.
Yamai Taitou's final thought was condemning his opponent for disregarding martial honor.
The confusion in his eyes hadn't even faded, a clear testant to the warrior's unclosed eyes in death.
And the combination of a chonmage hairstyle and samurai status...
These two elents made Kaito feel absolutely no remorse for killing him.
"Captain!!!"
"Damn you! You... you bastard!"
"He's a puppeteer!!"
"A shinobi from Sunagakure!!"
The captain's death wasn't entirely in vain—at the very least...
The warriors had uncovered their enemy's identity.
Maintaining his cold expression, Kaito raised his hand and flexed his fingers slightly, perfectly playing into their assumptions.
As if...He, Uchiha Kaito, was a bona fide puppeteer.
"Dammit!!"
"Are you Sunagakure trying to destroy the peace treaty between the great nations?!"
The samurai behind him cursed and condemned his actions, standing on the moral high ground to attack him.
However...
No sooner had these words been spoken than an elder among the samurai suddenly cried out.
He first muttered under his breath, "Akasuna no Sasori," then shouted in alarm to the others, "Damn it!!"
"This guy is an S-rank missing-nin from Sunagakure!!!"
Kaito, who had been keeping a straight face, finally smiled. "Good."
"Congratulations on guessing right."
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