The Aoyama were a small clan in Kumogakure.
Fortunately, the newly appointed Fourth Raikage had elevated their standing.
Only then had they gained a measure of status within Kumogakure.
As a result.
The Aoyama were utterly devoted to the Fourth Raikage.
At a single command from the Raikage.
They would plunge into even a sea of flames or a mountain of blades without hesitation.
Aoyama Kenichi walked along the road.
He recalled the orders the Raikage had given him before his departure.
"No matter the cost, you must bring back a pair of Byakugan from the Hyuga Main Family for Kumogakure!"
His fists clenched unconsciously, and his breathing quickened.
Whether the Aoyama can rise any higher depends on how I perform on this mission...
Rest assured, Lord Raikage.
Even if it costs me my life, I will bring back a pair of Byakugan for you.
Then.
For some reason, he thought of that Konoha Anbu from earlier.
He shook his head with a hint of regret.
If the Sharingan didn't come with so many restrictions, and the Uchiha Clan weren't so utterly insane, then...
The night flowed like water, the moon shone like frost.
Inside the inn where the diplomatic mission was staying.
Aoyama Kenichi changed into an outfit for sneaking around at night.
He crept out to the edge of the inn's grounds.
Then he nimbly leaped toward the outer wall.
But just as he jumped.
His legs seemed to develop minds of their own.
Left leg: Let me go first! Let me go first!
Right leg: Why should you?!
Left leg: Then neither of us gets to go!
Right leg: Fine by me!
Aoyama Kenichi's left leg suddenly tripped his right.
With a thud, he fell straight to his knees.
Oh no!
Aoyama Kenichi knew he was