Kill Shimura Taro

At 3:40 p.m., Shimura Taro, the chief of the Logistics Department, was driven out of the warehouse by members of the Uchiha Clan.

As he watched the Uchiha busily moving supplies and rapidly distributing them outside the warehouse, a trace of unease flickered through his heart.

He had not attended the emergency meeting earlier, so he knew nothing about the impending danger. Yet the scene before him was enough to put him on guard.

"Damn it, the wounded and medical ninja are being transferred, and they're setting up a huge number of traps inside the base. That means they're preparing to abandon this base. But why didn't anyone tell me about something this big? Looks like I've been excluded. Damn it, damn it, you bitches!"

The fact that Shimura Taro had risen to the position of Logistics Department chief meant he was not stupid. Once he figured it out, he immediately began to panic.

"Iwagakure will probably break in tonight. I can't stay here and wait to die with them. My life is too valuable. I need to return to Konoha."

With that thought, he immediately went back to his room to pack, intending to slip away amid the chaos.

But when Shimura Taro sneaked to the entrance of the base, he was stopped by two Uchiha guards.

One of the guards shouted sternly, "Stop! The base is under martial law. No one is allowed to leave without orders."

Shimura Taro forced himself to remain calm as he explained, "Supplies on the front line are in short supply. I need to return to Konoha to transport more supplies. Even a short delay could cost lives. Can you afford to take responsibility for that?"

The guard looked him up and down, his gaze settling on the bundle at Shimura Taro's waist. "What's in there? I need to inspect it."

Shimura Taro's heart sank, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead. "There are seven Storage Scrolls inside. I use them to transport supplies. There's no need for an inspection, is there? We've worked together on the front line for over a year. Don't you trust me?"

However, the Uchiha guard did not give a damn and forcibly untied his bundle.

After opening it, they found only seven sealed Storage Scrolls inside.

The guard picked up one Storage Scroll and demanded, "What's inside these scrolls?"

Shimura Taro stammered, "They... they contain some documents and personal belongings."

The two Uchiha guards exchanged a look. One of them formed several hand seals, then slapped his palm onto the scroll.

In an instant, what poured from the scroll was not documents, but stacks upon stacks of banknotes, piling into a small mountain on the ground!

Seeing this, the other guard opened all the Storage Scrolls. Seven piles of gleaming cash lay under the sunlight, painfully bright against Shimura Taro's pale face.

Money stirred people's hearts, especially seven piles of cash. By conservative estimates, there were more than 200 million ryō, and the number of onlookers instantly surged into the hundreds.

Thinking of how this man had accused him that morning of being bought off by Iwagakure, Uchiha Sanpo felt anger rise within him as well.

He activated his Three-Tomoe Sharingan and prepared to interrogate Shimura Taro with Sharingan: Genjutsu.

"How did you obtain all this money?"

Shimura Taro stared blankly ahead, his eyes unfocused. "I secretly impersonated fallen ninja, signed their names on supply requisition forms, transported ninja tools and medicine out of the base, then resold them on the Black Market in the Land of Rain for profit."

No one had expected that this smooth-talking, cowardly man would dare embezzle military supplies on such a massive scale.

Normally, an Explosive Tag sold for only around 600 ryō. During wartime, it was worth around 1,200 ryō. How much material had he needed to resell to earn over 200 million ryō?

With chilling coldness in his voice, Uchiha Sanpo pressed on, "How many ninja tools and medicines did you sell in total?"

"I don't remember the exact amount. I sold about 190 million ryō worth of ninja tools and more than 74 million ryō worth of medicine."

Because the numbers did not add up, Uchiha Sanpo frowned and continued his interrogation. "Since you sold 264 million ryō worth, where is the rest of the money, besides the 210 million ryō here?"

Shimura Taro wore a lecherous grin, seemingly still immersed in his pleasures. "I spent more than 50 million ryō at brothels!"

Under the interrogation of the genjutsu, Shimura Taro confessed all his crimes. When he woke from the genjutsu, he found himself tied to a wooden post in the central square.

The matter grew bigger and bigger. Many people came after hearing the news, and the crowd continued to swell. Looking at the seven mountain-like piles of cash on the ground, everyone was filled with righteous indignation.

"No wonder there's never enough medicine at the front. This scum was stealing it all to trade for money!"

"Someone who betrays his own side like this should just be killed!"

Listening to the murmurs around him, Uchiha Sanpo remained expressionless.

According to Konoha's military law, embezzling military supplies and deserting in the face of battle were both serious crimes. But if Shimura Taro were sent back to Konoha for trial, he would at most be thrown into prison. With the influence of the Shimura Clan behind him, he might even be released after a few years.

At that thought, Uchiha Sanpo's gaze turned cold.

He called Uchiha Inabi over and whispered into his ear, "Go to the command room and tell Clan Head Kurama what happened here!"

Uchiha Inabi nodded slightly, then left using the Body Flicker Technique.

Seeing the expressions of those around him grow colder and colder, Shimura Taro sensed that something was wrong.

He shouted, "My uncle is Shimura Danzō! If you kill me, he'll definitely take revenge!"

At the mention of Shimura Danzō's name, the surroundings fell silent for a second or two!

Seeing this, Uchiha Sanpo held a kunai in each hand and repeatedly scraped them together, producing the distinctive sound of metal.

"People in front, make way! I'm going to practice throwing kunai. Don't stand in front of me. If I accidentally stab someone, don't blame me!"

At those words, the people in front parted and made a path.

Suddenly, Uchiha Sanpo threw the two kunai in his hands. In an instant, they pierced Shimura Taro's eye sockets, and a scream rang out. "Ah... my eyes... my eyes... Ah... I'll kill you!"

Uchiha Fugaku had not wanted to interfere, but after seeing Shimura Taro's eyeballs burst, he had no choice but to step forward.

"Sanpo, stop. I know he's guilty too, but you can't use lynching like this. It'll bring trouble upon you."

Uchiha Sanpo gave a sly grin. "Oh my, oh my. Before I practiced throwing kunai, I warned everyone in advance to watch out. I just never expected there would still be someone in front of that wooden post! Sigh, it's all because my skills aren't good enough! I burst his eyeballs with my kunai. Isn't that right, everyone?"

At once, the people around them began to snicker and chime in, "That's right. We all heard him say he was going to practice throwing kunai, so he accidentally stabbed him!"

Hearing everyone make such excuses for Uchiha Sanpo, Shimura Taro was both enraged and in agony. "You... you bitches... I won't let you off!"

Seeing how arrogant he still was, Clan Head Kurama pulled out a kunai and thrust it directly into his mouth, then twisted it hard, instantly ripping out Shimura Taro's tongue!

Because the Kurama Clan had lost more than half its members in the war, Uchiha Fugaku merely frowned and decided not to interfere any further. He turned and left.

Watching Fugaku leave, Uchiha Sanpo revealed a cruel smile. "Do you know why I'm so furious? Because this beast's embezzlement caused a shortage of medicine. Many wounded suffered infected wounds, and to save medicine, dozens of severely wounded chose suicide. Tell me, does he deserve to die?"

"Kill him... kill him... kill him!"

In an instant, hundreds of kunai and shuriken shot toward Shimura Taro all at once.

"Ah..."

A scream rang out, and then he stopped breathing.

Kill him... kill him... kill him!