Mui
"Yes, excellent work!"
Sōji nodded slightly, then took the scroll and slowly unrolled it, his Six Eyes scanning it line by line.
Ryūsha's intelligence was exceptionally detailed. Every guard post's shift changes were recorded down to the minute and second.
Even the types of mechanisms in each secret passage were marked. An analysis of Mui's chakra natures and an assessment of his fighting style alone filled two whole pages.
"How long have you been undercover in Hozuki Castle?" Sōji suddenly asked.
"Two years!"
Ryūsha's voice was flat, but the knuckles of her clenched fists turned slightly white. "Grass Fruit absorbed me into their ranks as a member of Grass Flower's ANBU, then assigned me to Hozuki Castle as a prison guard."
"Two years was enough for you to learn every corner of Hozuki Castle."
Sōji rolled up the scroll as he spoke. "Your intelligence details the entire process of Mui using prisoners as sacrifices."
"You even recorded the dates, the numbers, the victims' names, and their home villages in extraordinary detail. But you don't seem to have ever sent any of it back to Grass Flower."
Ryūsha's pupils abruptly contracted. She pressed her lips into a thin line and said nothing.
"It was for Muku, wasn't it?"
Sōji's voice remained calm, as though he were stating an obvious fact.
"Because the moment you sent out the evidence, Grass Fruit would discard Mui and silence him. Once he died, Muku would never get out."
"You hate Mui, but you also want Muku freed. So you've been waiting for the right opportunity."
"...Yes!"
Ryūsha forced the word through gritted teeth, her voice so hoarse it was nearly swallowed by the river wind. "Muku was my only friend at the Ninja Academy."
"He was sickly from childhood, but he never complained. He