I Still Want More

Blood stained the horizon red.

Three days of ambush had yielded a perfect opportunity.

An opportunity for Sosuke to eliminate them all.

When he infiltrated the bandit camp alone, the thieves were still gathered together, singing and dancing, utterly unaware that the Shinigami had silently descended.

It wasn't until a massive fireball fell without warning, flames engulfing and incinerating people, that the bandits gradually realized something was wrong.

"A, a ninja!"

"Quick, summon the Second Boss!"

Only a ninja could counter a ninja. The stronghold had stood for so long solely because the three bosses were all godlike beings who could soar through the sky and burrow into the earth.

In the world of ordinary people, ninjas were synonymous with flying and diving; they couldn't distinguish strength from weakness at all.

Nor did they know that they themselves were merely a decoy to divert attention.

A Shuriken traced an elegant arc through the air, and two fleeing bandits in the distance crumpled to the ground.

"Forty-seven." Sosuke wiped the blood from his blade, his face flickering in and out of the firelight, making it impossible to read his eyes.

Only the cold string of numbers from his lips seemed to reveal the Youth's inner ruthlessness.

He realized that killing truly could numb a person over time.

Points:3427

Having slaughtered the entire stronghold, the accumulated points had already broken through the three-thousand mark.

This was far easier than chasing and hunting down individuals. This operation had once again proven a certain truth—every bit counts, no matter how small.

As long as you killed enough people, even a group of non-ninjas could rival a powerful ninja.

Besides, the main event tonight hadn't even begun yet. According to the intelligence, all three bosses were experts who had mastered ninjutsu.

"Still not coming out?" Sosuke sheathed his Short Sword and pulled a handful of Shuriken from his tool pouch.

A person with excellent Chakra control was bound to be a master of hidden weapons; his throwing technique was among the best in the entire Uchiha.

"Get out here!"

With a subtle flick of his wrist, several Shuriken whistled through the air, forcing the figure hiding behind the pillar to reveal himself.

Knocking the incoming Shuriken aside with his blade, the burly man glared down with a dark gaze. "If you're just here to complete a mission, all these heads below are more than enough for you to turn in. How about we leave each other alone?"

When the Youth remained unmoved, the stronghold's First Boss could only shake his head helplessly. "Fine. If you insist on dying, then we'll grant your wish today."

The moment he finished speaking, the ground beneath Sosuke's feet suddenly split open, and a vicious Earth Dragon launched him into the air.

Seeing the Earth Dragon swallow the Youth whole, a sneer slowly crept across the First Boss's lips. "Truly ignorant of the heavens and earth."

"Excellent technique, First Boss." A hoarse voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Turning around, he saw a mysterious man wrapped entirely in a black robe walking slowly toward him.

"Heh." The First Boss let out a few indifferent cold laughs, then turned to look at the thatched hut on the other side. "As long as the three of us brothers are here, we can set up another stronghold anytime. Rest assured, sir."

"Good."

The Black-Robed Man chuckled eerily, his raspy voice making the First Boss extremely uncomfortable—like someone rubbing sandpaper against his backside.

I'll kill this bastard one day. Taking a deep breath, the First Boss knew it was just a joke.

The family behind the Black-Robed Man was a behemoth he couldn't afford to provoke, let alone the man's own terrifying strength.

If not for a series of coincidences, it wouldn't have been their turn to serve him.

Thinking this, the First Boss patiently added, "By the way, we'll transport that batch of goods to the Land of Water as soon as possible."

He was about to discuss the shipping schedule when he noticed the Black-Robed Man's gaze was fixed on the ground below.

Not seeing the brat's corpse in the dirt, the Black-Robed Man's face darkened. His body tensed instantly as he asked calmly, "First Boss, where are your two brothers?"

Sensing something was wrong, the First Boss shouted a few times, but aside from the crackling of flames, there was no response.

Something's happened!

The bandit First Boss, who had killed countless men, suddenly felt a fear rising from the depths of his heart.

The thick night seemed to hide a beast, quietly watching him from somewhere. The moment he let his guard down, it would pounce and tear his flesh with its fangs.

"Don't waver." Just then, the Black-Robed Man's voice rang out. He spun around sharply and hurled three Kunai into a shadowy corner.

"Get out here."

When the Youth's figure stepped out under the moonlight, the First Boss finally breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the man showed himself, it was fine—the real danger was the hidden threat.

Raising his large blade, the burly man demanded, "What did you do to my two brothers?"

Points:3573

Glancing at the points about to break through the four-thousand mark, Sosuke's expression was filled with delight. "What a stupid question."

"Indeed." The Black-Robed Man silently added to himself.

Blocking the man who wanted to strike, the Black-Robed Man said in a hoarse voice, "Young man, you and I have never met. Isn't all this bloodshed here enough for you to complete your mission?"

"Not enough." Sosuke shook his head. He was still over two thousand points short of exchanging for the Cursed Seal, so every single head was a precious gain.

"Then—" The Black-Robed Man, who had been about to say something, suddenly struck without warning, though his attack was not aimed at the youth before him.

Staring at the blade piercing his own chest, the First Boss struggled to open his mouth, but the other party showed no intention of hearing his last words.

The blade was yanked out with force, and the splattering hot blood carried away the last trace of color from the First Boss's eyes.

"That should be enough to settle things, right?" The Black-Robed Man held the dripping blade, his entire demeanor growing even more somber.

All signs pointed to this man being an expert—not someone worth provoking over an ordinary mission.

However, what Sosuke wanted right now was exactly an expert.

If his strength wasn't formidable, how could he provide a massive amount of points?

"It's fine." Sosuke nodded and turned to leave without a hint of hesitation.

The next second, both of them hurled Kunai at each other almost simultaneously.

"Despicable."

"Shameless old scoundrel."

Clang! The Kunai collided midair, each ricocheting off to the side.

Before the Kunai could even hit the ground, the Black-Robed Man had already flashed before him, slashing down with his blade in midair.

The black Tomoe in his pupils condensed slightly as Sosuke dodged the enemy's heavy, powerful strike.

"Huh?" The Black-Robed Man seemed somewhat surprised, not expecting the youth's agility to be a bit better than he had imagined.

Pity, the gap in their strength wouldn't change because of that.

Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique!