This time, he planned to stay here for a while and not leave until the Nakatami Clan's country had fallen.
But when he reached the gates, Uchiha Gen stopped again. He watched the people entering the city one after another, each carrying a token engraved not only with where they came from, the name of their village chief, and the number of people in their household, but even their reason for entering and how long they intended to stay.
"Not bad. They made it look pretty convincing."
Uchiha Gen swept his gaze over the soldiers at the gate. Every one of them looked sloppy and undisciplined, but each had a red cord tied around his head.
"Looks familiar. Aren't they those masked people from before?"
With that thought, he wanted to enter even more. This force was clearly not going to perish easily. Staying inside would keep others from bothering him, and he could also live like an ordinary person for a while.
"Stop! Where's your identification tag?"
"Hehe, I'm a local. Naturally, I don't need that thing."
"Oh? Then what's your name? Why have I never seen you before?"
The guard narrowed his eyes. Countless complicated emotions flickered through his gaze as he looked at the exquisite beauty before him, but greed ultimately gained the upper hand. He did not immediately call for his companions.
Uchiha Gen naturally noticed that subtle change in his gaze. With a flick of his sleeve, he discreetly held a nugget of gold no larger than a fingertip in his palm.
"Hehe, sir, do you think this token works?"
The guard's lips curled upward, completely unable to suppress his smile. He could not obtain gold even if he sold everything he owned. Greed overtook his mind, and he whispered:
"I think Fujiwara is a