The once-crimson sky gradually darkened.
As a cool breeze swept past, Uchiha Chen inhaled the scent of smoke drifting through the air, and his lungs felt a wave of discomfort. The chest wound from the Kunai stab not long ago still throbbed faintly.
Uchiha Chen reached down, picked up the Kunai before him, and stood.
Nawaki and Mikoto also picked up their Kunai.
Then the three of them pushed open the door and walked inside without hesitation.
It was not their first time killing someone, but it was their first time killing people who were completely defenseless.
Just as Orochimaru had said, this was the path they had chosen. Even if they had to crawl on their knees, they had to see it through.
Uchiha Chen slipped inside without a sound and found more than a dozen people tied up in the house.
Aside from several men whose bodies had already been mangled and bloody, there were also women. Coiled up by snakes, their eyes were filled with pain.
Uchiha Chen glanced at the middle-aged man before him. He was helpless, despairing, and furious.
Perhaps he had once been a powerful figure in Windmill Village.
But now, he could only watch as the Kunai in the hands of the child before him drew closer.
The moment he set foot on this path, he had prepared himself to be killed. He simply had not expected to die at the hands of a child like this.
He had no ability to resist as he watched the Kunai come closer and closer.
He struggled in agony, tugging at the wound where his arm had been severed.
His face twisted with rage. These children had destroyed everything here.
Expressionless, Uchiha Chen walked up to him and slowly drew the Kunai across his throat.
Blood