"That's how it happened, Hokage-sama."
The ninja knelt before Tsunade, his head drenched in sweat.
Tsunade, meanwhile, watched the surveillance replay over and over.
In the footage, the man in the cell had been sitting there blankly when he suddenly pulled a dagger from who knew where and drove it into his chest without hesitation, collapsing on the spot.
No matter how one looked at it, the entire process was far too suspicious.
First of all, Konoha Prison had a body-search procedure. Smuggling a controlled weapon into a cell without the administrators noticing was practically impossible.
Secondly
Konoha had two surveillance systems. One was the traditional surveillance Barrier, whose various flaws aside, while the other belonged to Mimi. Its functions were powerful and comprehensive, and it had already replaced the traditional Barrier surveillance. It had also always been exceptionally reliable.
No one could bypass Mimi and alter the surveillance footage, so its authenticity was beyond doubt.
But
Mimi herself was not here.
In other words, I could only see what Mimi wanted me to see.
Watching the replay, Tsunade's face darkened.
Suicide out of guilt?
Only a child would believe that.
Besides, times had changed. Even the dead could speak now.
Tsunade picked up the Den Den Mushi and dialed a number. A moment later, the call connected.
"Tsunade, what made you call me? If there's something, spit it out. I'm very busy," Mito said hurriedly.
"Grandma, help me investigate something." Tsunade briefly reported the information and said, "Did this person arrive at your place? I have a few questions for him."
"Okay. Wait a moment."
Mito hung up. More than a hundred thousand unexpected deaths had suddenly occurred, and she was frantically busy arranging accommodations for them.
Time passed second by second. Tsunade waited patiently while looking through the