My Name, Uchiha Madara

"Senior Suikazan, you..."

When Biwa Juzo and Raiga Kurosuki noticed the scene, Danzo was already preparing to take away the collapsed member of the Kaguya clan, while Suikazan Fuguki stood rooted to the spot with a vacant gaze.

"This piece of trash won't be waking up anytime soon. Leave an Anbu to watch him, and the rest of you continue the mission."

This time, as the scarlet Three-Tomoe Sharingan behind the One-Eyed Mask swept over everyone present, not a single person dared to harbor any dissent in their hearts.

To be able to subdue Suikazan Fuguki in a single move, it seems the opponent's strength has long reached the Kage level.

After Danzo left, Biwa Juzo and Raiga Kurosuki exchanged glances, reading the thoughts in each other's minds.

Even if he isn't Uchiha Madara, his strength wouldn't be far off. The two, who had never witnessed the true might of Uchiha Madara, weighed the situation in their hearts.

At the very least, during this mission, they would not challenge the authority of the Mizukage's aide who claimed to be "Uchiha Madara," and they would give their all to complete the mission so as not to leave any handle for him to use.

Not long after Shimura Danzo departed, a middle-aged man with a frantic expression arrived in a hurry, leading over thirty members of the Kaguya clan.

"A bunch of trash, to be beaten into such a state! Where is Taketori Sankyu? Bring him to see me at once!" The leading middle-aged man roared at the surviving Kaguya clan members after seeing the corpses strewn across the site.

"Reporting to the Clan Head, Lord Sankyu was defeated and captured by the enemy," a surviving clansman reported, trembling.

It turned out that the leading middle-aged man was the current head of the Kaguya clan, Taketori Nihi.

Behind him were the core elites of the Kaguya clan.

"That trash Sankyu, since he was defeated, why wasn't he killed by the enemy?"

Upon learning the sequence of events, Taketori Nihi vented his anger even more violently: "That damned fellow Sankyu has disgraced our Kaguya clan! Could it be that he colluded with the enemy and betrayed us?"

From Taketori Nihi, one could not see the composure and wisdom expected of a ninja clan head; all that could be seen was constant mania and suspicion.

"Clan Head, Lord Sankyu and the Anbu are likely not—ugh, ugh, ugh..." Before the clansman could finish his sentence, a white bone spike pierced his throat, and blood continuously poured into his severed trachea, drowning out the rest of his words.

Taketori Nihi waved his hand to fling the man away, the bone spike in his palm retracting back into his flesh.

"Trash is trash; even in failure, you look for excuses. Being able to please me before you die is your good fortune." One of Taketori Nihi's hobbies was to use blood and death to catalyze feelings of despair; the profound despair in the eyes of others was his source of joy.

"The main target has finally appeared." The Anbu members not far away witnessed this scene and were equally shocked by Taketori Nihi's bloody methods.

Just now, Suikazan Fuguki lost all face in front of Uchiha Madara. If I can complete this mission perfectly, I will be able to replace Suikazan Fuguki's position and become the number one in the Anbu. The quick-witted Raiga Kurosuki was calculating the gains and losses in his heart.

As for Karatachi Suiro, he lacked the strength of the Fourth Mizukage, so he just needed to show the opponent enough respect.

"The opponent is at most at the level of an elite Jonin; he definitely hasn't reached the Kage level yet. If the two of us go together, we can kill him on the spot." Having made up his mind, Raiga Kurosuki turned to suggest this to Biwa Juzo.

With no better options at the moment, Biwa Juzo replied decisively: "Fine, let's do as you say."

Watching the two Seven Ninja Swordsmen charging toward him, Taketori Nihi was filled with battle intent.

"You lot go and finish off the remaining Anbu; these two are mine." After imperiously announcing his command without giving his subordinates a chance to suggest otherwise, Taketori Nihi extended a hideous bone spike from each palm and charged toward Raiga Kurosuki and Biwa Juzo.

The thirty-plus Kaguya clan elites, a mix of Jonin and Chunin, also swarmed toward the Anbu.

As natural-born members of the Kaguya clan, the genes of belligerence and bloodlust were deeply engraved in every one of their bodies.

"Tayuya, look, they're charging at us."

At the rear of the Mist Anbu main force, Jirobo grabbed Tayuya's loose sleeve nervously.

"Tch, what are you so afraid of? We came here to hone ourselves in actual combat and live up to the expectations Lord Shisui has for us." Although she spoke with indifference, the arm hidden under Tayuya's loose sleeve was also trembling with tension.

After all, even the weakest among the enemies were Chunin.

"I see you two are scared to death; don't drag us down later." From the back of Sakon's neck, Ukon poked his head out and mocked Tayuya and Jirobo.

"What did you say?! You..." Tayuya, who wanted to show the other party her secret weapon, was stopped by Kidomaru.

"Stop messing around. The enemies this time are all stronger than us. Only by relying on tactical coordination and creating situations where we outnumber them will we have a chance to defeat them," Kidomaru said, his gaze sweeping over his partners with a grave expression.

"Make good use of the Telepathy Technique and don't push yourselves. Our targets are those isolated Kaguya Chunin; as for those Jonin, other Anbu will naturally handle them."

Kidomaru knew that this operation was a test from Shisui; whether he could manage every member of the team and complete the mission brilliantly was a necessary skill for every captain.

"Yes."

"Understood."

"I will."

Although they bickered and played around on normal days, at this very moment, every one of them knew that what they were about to face was the most important test of their lives thus far.

Meanwhile, on the other side, no one noticed a mysterious figure quickly entering the core area of the Kaguya clan.

"This is the place." Outside the Kaguya clan's prison, Shimura Danzo revealed his figure and looked quietly at the target in front of him.

Just after he had sent Taketori Sankyu away from the battlefield, he had snuck back into the fray, bypassed everyone at the core of the battlefield, and arrived alone at the heart of the Kaguya clan's territory.

"Who are you?" Inside the prison, a young boy looked vigilantly at Danzo, who had stepped through the cell door.

The Kaguya clan members originally responsible for guarding the boy in the prison stood frozen in place, showing no reaction to the stranger before them.

Danzo did not immediately answer the boy's question, instead using his Sharingan to scrutinize the boy who had been specifically named by Shisui.

Just as the boy was about to suffocate under the cold, desperate aura emanating from the mysterious man before him, a hoarse voice came from behind the mask: "My name is Uchiha Madara."