The Konoha Military Police Force's Reputation Grows

Three people, three illusions.

Each one showed them their deepest fear.

Uchiha En poured an immense force of will into the genjutsu. It bore down on them like a mountain, crushing even the thought of resistance.

In the real world, all three bodies went rigid almost at once.

The blade slipped from Raze's hand and clattered to the ground.

Cold Spring's poison pouch fell beside his foot, but he didn't notice.

Xuanzhen still held his blade raised, though its tip trembled violently.

Their eyes lost focus, and drool ran unchecked from the corners of their mouths.

Uchiha En stood beneath the streetlamp, looking at the three frozen men. His tone was as casual as if he had brushed aside a fallen leaf.

"You dared to look me in the eye."

At his words, their knees buckled. One after another, they dropped to the ground.

From beginning to end, not a hair on his head had been touched.

Uchiha En raised a hand and snapped his fingers.

"Come out and take them in."

As soon as he spoke, figures in Konoha Military Police Force uniforms emerged from the eaves on either side of the street, the alley mouths, and the shadows.

Murakami Hayato led the way.

With Sato Ken, Suzuki Misaki, and a dozen or so patrol officers, he closed in from every direction.

They were all civilian-born ninja. It was their first time taking part in a major arrest, and their hands shook with excitement.

"Tie them up!"

Murakami Hayato waved a hand. "Take them to the Konoha Military Police Force prison!"

"Yes!"

Several officers rushed forward and bound the three limp assassins hand and foot.

As they dragged Raze away, he was still mumbling, "My blade... my Lightning Release..."

Cold Spring's face was deathly pale, but he said nothing.