The night in the Land of Fire Capital was deep.
Only the bustling streets still glittered with lights.
Ordinary people had long since gone to rest.
But for some, the night was when they acted.
Orochimaru moved through the maze-like rooftops.
His golden vertical pupils gleamed in the darkness with a snake's unique coldness.
Even the bright moonlight failed to reveal him.
Infiltrating Daimyo Manor?
To him, it was no different from returning home.
The guards along the way, whether in plain sight or hidden, were practically nonexistent before his exquisite stealth techniques.
He even had the leisure to judge their skill.
"Their breathing is too heavy."
"They do not even bother concealing the flow of their Chakra."
"This level of security is inferior even to Konoha's Anbu."
Orochimaru sneered inwardly, having already settled on his plan for the night.
He had always been cautious. Even when facing an apparently weak opponent, he would make thorough preparations.
If Daimyo Manor had been heavily guarded, he would have immediately withdrawn and made further plans.
But judging by the current situation... there was no need for such trouble.
If Daimyo Manor was truly this undefended, then things would be much simpler.
He could directly take control of the other party and turn the supreme ruler of the Land of Fire into his puppet.
At that thought, Orochimaru licked his lips.
His research could continue.
Orochimaru soon located the daimyo's bedchamber.
The guards there were clearly several times more numerous, and their presences were much steadier. They could be considered elites.
But before Orochimaru, they were still not worth mentioning.
Like an invisible breeze, he silently drew closer, suppressing his entire presence and blending into the darkness.
Inside the hall, the lamps blazed brightly, and incense smoke curled through the air.
A figure