Early the next morning, Haito began carrying out his plan.
He put on a black cloak that wrapped him up completely.
He also donned a mask and hood, leaving only two eyes glinting with cold light exposed.
They were like two sharp nails piercing through the morning mist, spying on everything around him.
He did not use the Transformation Jutsu, relying instead on this outfit to conceal his true identity.
After ensuring there was no room for error, Haito secretly made his way to Kirigakure's black market.
Haito moved through the black market until he finally arrived before an inconspicuous shop.
The storefront was shabby, with merchandise piled together in a chaotic mess, but Haito knew it had what he wanted.
He entered the shop, his gaze searching through the dazzling array of goods.
At last, his eyes settled on a unique tachi.
One side of the tachi was a sharp blade, gleaming with a cold sheen;
the other was serrated, looking both vicious and practical.
Haito knew this tachi would become an important weapon in carrying out his plan.
The shop owner was a shrewd-looking middle-aged man, and he was not surprised by Haito's attire.
In the black market, many people dressed like this, either to conceal their identities or avoid trouble.
However, the owner vaguely sensed a fluctuation of chakra from Haito, as though he were maintaining some kind of Transformation Jutsu, but he did not expose him.
Haito picked up the tachi and said in a hoarse voice, "10,000 yen. Non-negotiable."
Hearing that price, the owner secretly rejoiced.
It was twice his original asking price, but he knew someone dressed and carrying himself like Haito was no ordinary person.
So he revealed a fawning smile and said, "Oh my, then it's settled. I'll wrap it up for