Killing and Arson: The Night Organization!

Golden Deer Town!

It is famous for its abundance of golden deer.

These deer, covered in golden fur, are not only delicious to eat, but their blood is also beneficial to the body. Relying solely on this specialty, the local lords and nobles have become incredibly wealthy.

However, while the nobles live well, the common people still live in dire misery, unable to even get enough to eat.

Furthermore, the nobles impose taxes on passing merchant caravans.

It all depends on their mood!

They collect as much as they please.

Under such circumstances, it is no wonder that commerce in the ninja world cannot develop; any caravan capable of traveling far and wide possesses a massive background.

Without such backing, they would have long been devoured, skin and bone, by these unscrupulous nobles.

Rumble!

The caravan stopped in front of a brightly lit inn in the town.

Yes, lit.

Just because Konoha has electricity does not mean other places do.

The ninja world is a place where the advanced and the backward coexist.

In places like the Five Great Ninja Villages or Tanzaku Town, there are electric lights, induction cookers, and the like.

But in other areas, they remain in a backward, primitive era.

In any case, the technological contradictions are extreme; it is a rhythm of "if there is, there is."

However, thinking with a noble's mindset, one understands that this situation is not without reason.

To the nobles, commoners are like weeds—cut them today, and they will grow back tomorrow. Naturally, there is no need to treat them too well; it is best to keep them living their whole lives in this primitive environment where they must exhaust all their strength just to survive, so they won't harbor too many thoughts.

Brilliant!

In any case, some things that seem completely contradictory to a transmigrator appear perfectly normal from the perspective of the ninja world.

Just as the caravan began checking into the inn, White Dove quietly led Tekka, Inabi, and Izumi to the very center of the town, in front of the towering castle.

As for Kakashi?

A single Mangekyo genjutsu put him down, making him act as if he had forgotten about them, following the two Uchiha squads into the inn to guard the caravan.

One goal of this trip was to "open up" trade routes.

One of the obstacles was precisely this Golden Deer Town noble, who not only charged exorbitant taxes but, instigated by other chambers of commerce, sent his troops to pose as bandits to raid their caravans.

Did he really think White Dove couldn't find out?

Before, he had no way to leave the village, but now that he was out, how could he not give the other party a bit of "iron-fisted shock"?

One of the biggest differences between White Dove and the natives of the ninja world is his worldview.

For example, young children going to the battlefield to hack people to death is a horror story in his eyes, but it is considered perfectly normal in the ninja world.

At the same time, people in the ninja world, whether commoners or ninjas, harbor complex emotions of "fear and longing" toward the nobility.

Just like the Great Ninja Wars—they nearly destroyed the world, yet no one thought to target the nobles. In White Dove's eyes, this is simply brain-dead.

If one truly talks about resources and money, the nobles occupy nearly ninety percent of the ninja world.

The remaining ten percent is what ninjas and commoners split.

Yes, this conclusion is not something White Dove is spouting randomly; it is data he obtained after investigation. Therefore, since he is short on money now, he naturally has to come and "borrow" some from this noble who rules Golden Deer Town.

Of course, the biggest reason is that the other party is courting death by daring to take money from other chambers of commerce to trouble the One Heart Chamber of Commerce caravan.

No zuo no die!

That is why White Dove chose this route to "farm gold coins."

He has been spending quite heavily lately; not only did he spend all the money he had saved, but he also dipped into the relocation funds of his clansmen, so he naturally had to find a way to make up the difference.

As for the money belonging to his clansmen, he never thought of embezzling it for himself.

After all, how much could that little bit of money buy? As long as one has strength, there are endless ways to make money.

Isn't that why he came to farm gold coins?

Outside the castle, where the sounds of singing and dancing drifted faintly.

"Izumi... Sirius, how many sealing scrolls did I have you bring this time?"

White Dove turned his head to ask the figure beside him, who was wearing a mask and a cloak patterned with stars.

If he wanted to farm the nobles' gold, he naturally couldn't use his own identity, so the "Night" organization was born.

In any case, this organization would specialize in dirty work that his own people couldn't easily handle in the future.

The organization members use "stars" as their codenames.

Of course, this is definitely not plagiarizing Akatsuki; to use a phrase from before his transmigration, this is merely "paying tribute."

Izumi is trustworthy in both strength and status, so letting her know is fine; it can even be considered part of her "training."

"I've brought them all!"

Izumi—no, it should be said, Sirius—pulled several scrolls from beneath his cloak.

They were all sealing scrolls.

These items are not only expensive and limited in storage capacity, but they are also consumables, so anyone thinking of using them as a warehouse for transporting goods is simply overthinking it.

Therefore, using them temporarily is just right.

"Good. Distribute the scrolls to Venus (Tekka) and Saturn (Inabi). Prioritize taking the Gold Ban and Gold Deer materials, and leave the money for last. Follow the plan, everyone—quick and decisive!"

White Dove gave his instructions.

The fallout from robbing a noble of their gold coins is too great; absolutely no clues can be left behind, which is why he had to be so cautious.

After the group divided the sealing scrolls, White Dove took the lead, vaulting over the wall and rushing toward the castle, which was brightly lit and stood in stark contrast to the pitch-black areas of the rest of the town.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Tekka, Inabi, and Izumi followed closely behind.

The town guards stationed on the outer walls couldn't even perceive their movements.

With the infiltration techniques of a ninja, entering the castle was naturally effortless.

Just as they entered the castle, a faint, elegant fragrance drifted into their noses.

Don't let the plight of commoners in the ninja world fool you; these nobles live lives of extreme extravagance, with endless ways to indulge themselves.

The cost of this incense alone is tens or hundreds of thousands of ryo per night—enough to make a ninja squad go all-out to complete a mission.

And for these nobles, it is merely the atmosphere required for a single banquet.

You have to ask yourself: are you jealous?

Regardless, White Dove was so jealous his eyes turned red, and he accelerated into the main hall.

Meanwhile, Tekka, Inabi, and Izumi headed toward the vault and storehouse as planned.

"Who goes there!"

The moment they entered the hall, a sharp shout rang out, followed by several kunai flying toward them.

It was a ninja!

Strictly speaking, a "rogue ninja."

That is to say, a ninja not trained by one of the "Great Nations and Hidden Villages."

As for the strength of these ninjas... well, there are plenty of cases where a genin from a Great Hidden Village could beat a jonin from elsewhere.

However, White Dove felt that the strength of these ninjas, who wore no forehead protectors, was somewhat unexpected.

Judging by their kunai throwing and speed, they were roughly at the level of a chunin.

Thud! Thud!

He dodged the kunai, which embedded themselves deep into the wooden pillar behind him.

"I didn't expect there to be a few annoying bugs like you!"

White Dove stood in the center of the hall, his gaze sweeping casually across the room as he spoke slowly, his voice distorted by his mask.

"Lord Yano, please retreat as quickly as possible! We of the Kazama Clan will hold them off for you!"

A middle-aged ninja with gray hair held a giant shuriken, warning the noble who sat on the main seat behind him without daring to look back. The noble wore ornate robes, his face caked in thick white powder, making him look as pale as a corpse.

Pressure!

An overwhelming, suffocating pressure caused cold sweat to bead on the forehead of the Kazama Clan head.

"Damn it! I paid a high price to hire your clan! If I encounter any danger, your entire clan will be wiped out! I order you to kill this intruder!"

This noble, known as Yano Sumio, didn't listen to the order to leave; instead, he threatened the Kazama Clan ninjas in a shrill voice.

If you want to know what "courting death" looks like, this noble was demonstrating it perfectly.

Yet, these ninjas, who could have easily dealt with the opponent, didn't show any anger. Instead, they lowered their heads in shame, as if they were mortified for failing to protect him.

I often feel out of place with you people because my values aren't twisted enough!

White Dove sighed inwardly as he witnessed this scene.

It was truly eye-opening to see ninjas, who possessed extraordinary power, acting like pets "domesticated" by nobles.

No wonder no one dared to strike at the nobles during the Great Ninja War.

However, it was their misfortune to run into him.

"Damnable intruder, pay the price for disturbing Lord Yano!"

A Kazama ninja guarding the rear leaped over his clan leader and lunged forward.

Well, this was the standard combat mode; using ninjutsu or genjutsu to probe was the style of the Great Hidden Villages, but these rogue ninjas knew nothing of the sort.

Watching the Kazama ninja pounce toward him, White Dove didn't pay much mind.

Even without using the Mangekyo, he was already at the quasi-Kage level; the opponent's speed seemed nothing more than mediocre to him, and he even had the leisure to survey his surroundings.

Swish!

Flames ignited on his right hand, and he casually flicked them toward the few guard samurai who were stealthily fleeing toward the doorway.

Samurai were considered the core force of aristocratic rule, and their combat prowess was quite decent among ordinary people.

Take the Land of Iron, for example; it was a nation composed of samurai, and it possessed many warriors with combat strength comparable to Jonin.

However, these few men naturally could not possess that level of strength.

Whoosh!

Violent flames set the men ablaze.

"Ah!"

"Help!"

Amidst the screams, White Dove swayed his body slightly, dodging the attack from the Kazama ninja lunging at him by a hair's breadth.

The two sides crossed paths.

Splat!

Blood sprayed from the opponent's throat.

In that split second, White Dove had used a kunai to slit the man's neck.

He would not waste any time on such an opponent.

"Jiro!"

The Kazama clan head let out a furious roar, hurled the wheel-sized giant shuriken in his hand, and then vanished from his spot, enveloped in mist.

Clearly, the battle to follow would decide the victor and determine who lived or died.