The so-called "leader of the Great Love Society" he had personally executed had been a fake from the start.
Every word that black-haired young man had spoken as he knelt on the execution platform, publicly refuting and humiliating him, had come from nothing more than a clone.
He, the mighty demigod, had been questioned into speechlessness by a clone. He had even personally carried out a death sentence on an Illusion Clone.
This was destined to become the biggest joke in the entire Shinobi World.
The looks in the crowd's eyes had changed completely.
These ordinary people had no idea what an envoy of the Sage of Six Paths was.
But if Hanzō could kill the man on the platform, he could kill them too.
If they did not run now, when would they?
Fighting shinobi to the death with hoes was out of the question.
But they did have the courage to flee the city-and plenty of it!
"Search the entire city! Seal every gate! No one enters or leaves!"
Hanzō suppressed all the vicious rage in his heart and barked the order in a low voice, his tone chilling to the bone.
"Dig up every inch of ground if you have to, but find Amamiya Maki!"
Hanzō had instantly realized who this man was.
No matter how tightly Konoha controlled the information, it could only fool others.
Only one person could create a Shadow Clone that was impossible to see through.
Amid the packed crowd in the square, Minato slipped quietly along with the flow of people, an old headscarf concealing his blond hair.
He lowered his voice and spoke to a plainly dressed, seemingly elderly man beside him, deliberately spreading a rumor.
"Have you heard? That young man they just executed wasn't an ordinary person at all.