Night fell, swallowing the last trace of light from the Uchiha Clan Compound.
Throughout the Uchiha Clan Compound, only the chirping of insects and croaking of frogs could be heard.
More than twenty figures silently infiltrated from different directions.
These A-rank Rogue Ninja from across the Shinobi World were hyenas driven by money and the desire to kill.
At their head was a rogue ninja called Demon Swordman Kenpachi. Once an ANBU of Kirigakure, he was renowned for his incomparably swift Silent Killing Blade Technique and carried a bounty of forty million ryo.
"Hmph. The Uchiha Clan is nothing special."
Kenpachi licked his chapped lips. He could already smell the sweet scent of money mingled with blood.
"With security this lax, that new clan head called Uchiha Yao is probably just some brat who knows how to talk big."
The short, fat rogue ninja from Iwagakure beside him chuckled and rubbed his hands together.
"Who cares what kind of brat he is? Lord Danzo promised extra payment for every Sharingan."
"Tonight, we're getting rich!"
"After this job, we'll have enough to live it up for a good while."
Yet when they kicked open the gates of the first residence, they were met not by terrified screams or desperate resistance.
But by an empty room.
"No one?"
The Iwagakure rogue ninja froze.
Kenpachi frowned and flashed away, appearing instantly in the courtyard of another residence.
It was empty as well.
The third house, the fourth house...
After searching more than a dozen homes in succession, the result was exactly the same.
The furniture was neatly arranged, and some tables even held unfinished meals, yet the people had vanished as though they had evaporated into thin air.
A sense of foreboding rose within them.
"Something's wrong!"
Kenpachi's face darkened as he gripped