Clan Head, Please Pass the Position to Uchiha Ye

As the two drew closer, the villagers' gossip grew more and more outrageous.

"I heard Lord White Fang's Short Sword had Chakra flowing through it three times faster than an ordinary person! That's top-tier tactical micromanagement!"

A dumpling stall owner joined in the nonsense and actually pulled a cheaply printed pamphlet from his clothes.

"Come, come, I've got booklets about Lord White Fang's exploits right here!"

An old man smoking a pipe beside them wildly waved his pipe stem.

"My cousin served on the front lines."

"He said Lord White Fang once used a Lightning Release killing technique to slip into the enemy camp from the flank, killed five men in a row, and didn't get a single drop of blood on his clothes!"

Hearing that, Nohibi stopped dead in his tracks as though roots had sprouted from his heels.

He did not move, but the ease on his face gradually turned cold.

He took two long strides forward, snatched the booklet from the dumpling stall owner's hand, and quickly flipped through two pages.

The densely printed pages contained precise data and tactical routes from Hatake Sakumo's ANBU missions.

Something was wrong.

This was fucking wrong!

When had these vegetable-selling old men and women ever understood tactical micromanagement?

What did they know about Chakra reinforcement through infusion?

Their usual after-meal chatter was nothing more than tofu going up two coins in price, or which widow had too much trouble at her doorstep.

This was not wartime. There had been no official announcement at all, so who the hell had the time to obsessively study White Fang's kill records?

The terminology was so professional that it sounded like someone was reading directly from classified files!

Nohibi turned and swept his gaze toward the teahouse at the street corner.

Several unfamiliar middle-aged