Just as a group of Sand Ninja were wreaking havoc across the town!
At the edge of town.
Beneath the fine rain that filled the sky.
A young man shrouded in a black cloak slowly raised his head!
His face was utterly expressionless, as cold as ice!
A pair of pale eyes came into view!
But when he saw smoke rising from the town and heard people crying and screaming in pain—
His brow suddenly furrowed!
This is bad!!
"Whoosh!"
He vanished from the spot!
Meanwhile!
Inside a humble house in town!
"Huff... huff... Wh-who are you?"
The old woman's wrinkled face had gone pale. Leaning against the wall, she panted as she stared at the intruders who had burst through the door.
Seeing the old woman inside, the Sand Ninja leading the massacre furrowed his brow slightly, but there was not a trace of pity in his eyes.
For a ninja, carrying out the mission had always been the highest priority!
Once you chose to become a ninja, you were supposed to cast aside all compassion and become nothing but a killing machine born to carry out missions.
"Is there anyone else in the house? Call them out. We won't hurt civilians."
The Sand Ninja spoke in a cold voice.
At his words, the old woman's eyes lit up, but then she seemed to remember something and gently shook her head, her voice weak and trembling.
"N-no, there's no one else. I'm the only one left in this family..."
The Sand Ninja glanced at the old woman without warmth and said flatly,
"Is that so..."
Then he turned and walked outside.
The old woman watched him leave, her wrinkled face full of hope.
Just then!
"Whoosh!"
The Sand Ninja, his back to the old woman, flung a kunai from