Night had fallen deep, and the streets were silent.
Sahara Mizu strolled along the street, unknowingly slipping past the Anbu stationed on the surrounding rooftops and arriving at Konoha's main prison on the village's remote outskirts.
Not much of the prison was exposed aboveground. The limited area had been cleared of trees, and not a single person could be seen nearby.
Still, even if he used Miss Yayoi's delicate feet to think, he knew there had to be plenty of guards hidden around here.
"This is a bit troublesome."
Sahara Mizu activated the Six Eyes. His three-hundred-sixty-degree vision swept over every guard ninja hidden in every nook and cranny like a three-dimensional radar, and he muttered to himself.
If they had all gathered in one place, it would have been easy. Once Kyoka Suigetsu was unleashed, a sweep of those two big eyes would have basically settled everything.
But with them spread out like this, it was easier for some fish to slip through the net.
He had only come down to have a chat with Mr. Danzo today. If possible, he still hoped to avoid any risk of exposure.
Just as he silently scanned for a suitable angle of infiltration, his gaze suddenly paused somewhere.
"Hmm?"
The bushes on the other side of the prison.
Several sentries in black uniforms crouched at different positions.
Deeper within the bushes, several more figures dressed the same way were gathered in an open space under the moonlight.
At the center stood Aburame Ryoma in a hooded trench coat. He looked at the dozen or so former Root ninjas he had gathered using Lord Danzo's lingering influence, his voice stern and forceful:
"At a time when heroes have fallen, women and petty men have risen to fame! It is clear that Konoha's upper