Infiltrating Sunagakure

Asuma patted him on the shoulder, his tone relaxed yet carrying an unquestionable firmness.

Just then, a commotion broke out in the distance of the market.

Following the sound, Kawaki Aoba saw people shoving through the crowd as several figures hurried toward the edge of the market, pursued by merchants shouting, "Thieves!"

the merchants.

Yuhi Kurenai's gaze sharpened as she said quietly, "Looks like something's happening. Come on, let's take a look."

The three of them quickly pushed through the crowd and approached the disturbance.

Kawaki Aoba's heartbeat quickened slightly, and his hand unconsciously tightened around his Kunai.

This seemingly peaceful Dahu City might be hiding an even greater crisis.

They chased the figures into a small alley at the edge of the market. The alley was dimly lit, and the air was thick with a damp, moldy smell.

At the end of the alley, several figures surrounded a merchant lying on the ground. Blades glinted in their hands, and low threats could be faintly heard.

Asuma signaled for Kawaki Aoba and Yuhi Kurenai to stop, then analyzed in a low voice, "Three enemies. Their strength is unknown, but judging by their movements, they've been trained. They aren't ordinary thieves.

"Aoba, circle around from the left. Kurenai, cover us. I'll draw their attention from the front."

Kawaki Aoba nodded, took a deep breath, and silently pressed himself against the wall as he circled to the left.

His movements were light and cautious, each step as silent as possible.

The alley floor was somewhat slick. He carefully avoided the puddles on the ground, his eyes fixed firmly on the three enemies.

Their backs were somewhat blurred in the dim light, but their weapons were clearly visible—two short blades and an iron rod.

"Hey, you lot. What kind of skill is it