White-Clad Night Walker

Uchiha Fugaku decided on a coup d'état; at this moment, the Uchiha clan officially shifted from passive resistance to armed rebellion.

The trace of worry in Uchiha Fugaku's heart was overwhelmed by his desire to see his son succeed.

Itachi occupied a position of immense importance in his eyes, while Sasuke was merely an accident.

Raised with strict discipline from a young age, sent to the battlefield at four, and nurtured personally, this Uchiha genius had consumed a vast amount of Fugaku's energy.

Only the position of Hokage was worthy of his status.

Fugaku was getting on in years, and what he cared about now was his son's future development and the clan's standing in the days to come.

He believed that Itachi would be an excellent leader.

Baiyu did not know that he had personally exacerbated the friction between the village and the clan.

Before Itachi had even been promoted to Jonin or joined the Anbu, the Uchiha had already begun plotting their coup.

It was not like the original timeline, where they were gradually pushed toward rebellion by the village's relentless pressure.

With one hundred million in hand, Baiyu was very pleased, but his work was not yet finished.

This money burned in his hands.

Of the three targets, two remained uncompleted.

"I'll use one of the remaining two as a stepping stone to see what resources the Third Hokage can offer! At the same time, I'll test my own strength! To see exactly what level I've reached in the way of the sword..."

This was Baiyu's first probe, and he hadn't expected Uchiha Fugaku to be so generous.

The Third Hokage's attitude would determine where Baiyu leaned. It depended on whether the Third could offer a bigger chip than one hundred million.

Whoever offered the higher price, he would kill for them.

The way of the Wanderer: as long as the money is right, anything goes.

The subsequent actions were all within Baiyu's control.

When he recorded their names, Baiyu had used his Sword Heart to release a sword intent, marking the three of them.

For a short time, Baiyu could sense the location of that sword intent.

The first person he killed, Uchiha Dojoma, had been marked by Baiyu's sword intent, and the battle was resolved in a quarter of an hour.

This was a specific application of the Sword Heart, and also a method of growing stronger.

The stronger the Sword Heart, the higher the probability of comprehending related sword techniques, and the less likely one was to be swayed by external matters from their path of the sword.

When Baiyu killed Uchiha Dojoma, he discovered a unique aspect of the sword intent, which made him even more determined to kill the remaining two.

These three were both a test and the first step in Baiyu's plan.

If the Uchiha continued to inflate like this, the conflict with the village would only grow.

The annihilation of the clan would draw ever closer.

The Uchiha were tied to the group of old, young, women, and children behind him; with insufficient strength, he could only temporarily suppress the Uchiha to buy time for a reprieve.

If you were about to die, what method of death would you choose?

The Grim Reaper had come to collect.

Beside a hot spring inn, in a place of pleasure, Scarface had just finished bathing. He was carrying a pile of items in his hands, greeting the girls by the shop with a grin.

"Hey, mister, come and play! Ah! Ah!!!"

"Murder!"

The young beauty had just greeted Scarface when she suddenly saw his head fly off, blood splattering all over her. Terrified, she began to scream incessantly.

A single cry triggered a chain reaction, and there was no telling how many people were thrown into chaos at that moment.

Countless curses rang out from the floors above, followed by the sobbing of women. Some men, haphazardly draped in kimonos, walked downstairs to find a headless corpse lying quietly at the entrance.

Beside it stood a woman frozen in shock.

"Clap! Clap!"

"Wake up! What happened? Who is he?"

A middle-aged man quickly reacted, walking up to the terrified woman and slapping her cheeks to ask.

The dazed woman only repeated the words "murder" and "murder" over and over again.

In the most comfortable of places, a person's vigilance drops to its lowest point.

Even a ninja who had experienced a hundred battles was no exception.

Not a single person knew exactly what had happened outside just moments ago.

The woman who witnessed it all had gone mad, and the identity of the headless corpse remained unclear for the time being.

Baiyu used his wooden sword to pick up a blood-soaked bag, holding the captured ninja sword in his hand.

Having slain an enemy marked by sword intent, the intent flowed back into his Sword Heart, and the Sword Heart within his body grew slightly stronger.

"The longer the mark remains, the greater the sword intent gained after the kill. And this man... he actually started to possess sword intent as well... Is it something that can be inherited?"

"Does that mean I can use others to nurture my own Sword Heart, strengthening it..."

As he speculated on the various functions of his Sword Heart, Baiyu's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Two down, one to go.

"The quality of this red-light district is truly atrocious; it's a nightmare of a situation!"

Baiyu felt his eyes burning; those women were dressed in kimonos with makeup on their faces that looked like ghosts.

"These people are so annoying, coveting my beauty."

Facing the countless winks thrown his way, Baiyu felt the troubles of being too handsome for the first time.

During the mission, his handsome appearance was far too eye-catching, so Baiyu bought a white fox mask with red patterns from a shop, and only then did he feel those blatant temptations disappear.

The final target was on duty at the Konoha Military Police Force, a squad leader. At night, the Konoha Military Police Force was changing shifts, with a total of six squads, three squads per squad leader.

One of them was precisely the target Baiyu was about to take over for.

Around the Military Police Force, there was an open space.

A solitary, aloof figure tossed an object lightly, strolling down the deserted street.

Dressed in white, two long blades at his waist, a white fox mask, and long, flowing hair.

He walked with a leisurely gait, every gesture revealing an endless sense of freedom.

Though his long blades remained sheathed, they naturally exuded an aura of killing intent.

His white clothes, like snow, appeared exceptionally striking in the night.

A night raid in white—being cool is all that matters.

Factors like stealth were not even a consideration.

The way of the Wanderer was exerting an increasing influence on his personality.

Courting death endlessly!

Living toward death!

"Personnel unrelated to the Military Police Force, leave immediately!"

A thunderous shout rang out across the open field; the sound traveled fast, but not as fast as that flash of light.

The reflection of the crescent moon on the silver blade was stained by a smear of blood.

The Chunin who had shouted and his two companions fell to the ground at the same time, losing all signs of life.

Aside from the blood spray cut by the blade tip, there was not a single wasted movement.

A few breaths later, blood gradually stained the green flak jackets red.

The Grim Reaper had arrived!

In an instant, more than a dozen ninjas appeared, and the atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive.

Everyone was on high alert, as if facing a formidable enemy!

"Who are you?"

Uchiha Luo, the squad leader, watched the mysterious person before him with vigilance.

This guy had taken out three Chunin in one go, but his style didn't look like that of a master.

Ninjas valued infiltration and assassination, so this kind of grand, ostentatious behavior...

"A samurai?"

Receiving no reply, Uchiha Luo looked at the stranger's appearance, and a profession that had long since vanished from this era came to mind.

Samurai, whose traditions only lingered in the Land of Iron.

While his mind was still searching, a warm droplet touched his cheek.

What is this?

Thud!

A head landed by his hand, and he instinctively caught it to look... wasn't this the colleague who was just about to take over his shift?

Why is his head in my hands!

Counterattack!

That was his first instinct.

He immediately tossed the head aside and pressed his palms together!

"Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!"

A jutsu he excelled at exploded instantly.

The violent gale attacked indiscriminately, slowing Baiyu's momentum.

"I didn't manage to retrieve the head; trying to snatch something while killing a man right in front of a group of Uchiha clansmen is still too strenuous."

Baiyu sighed inwardly; both sides possessed Three-Tomoe Sharingan, so in terms of pure taijutsu and genjutsu, there wasn't much difference.

Beyond the suppression of the Mangekyo level, the outcome between three-tomoe users depends entirely on the comprehensive ability of both sides.

Baiyu's strength was higher than his, and after using Thunder Breathing, his movement speed completely dominated the field.

But these were more than a dozen Uchiha, seven or eight pairs of Sharingan...

"Uchiha!"

Seeing a pair of familiar eyes, Uchiha Luo was both shocked and furious, feeling a sense of intense humiliation!

This was betrayal!

Uchiha!

The assassin was actually an Uchiha!

Watching helplessly as the masked man departed, the group of Uchiha clansmen had no way to stop him.

He had charged into the Police Force alone and taken the life of a squad leader as easily as reaching into his own pocket.

"When did such a powerhouse appear in the clan! Why would he strike at his own kin!"

Uchiha Luo's mind was filled with confusion.

The sudden appearance of the mysterious person instantly disrupted the entire layout of the Uchiha.