Simply put, the effect would make people forgetful, sluggish, and uninterested in anything for a while. Naturally, they would no longer have the energy to care about White Fang or Black Fang.
The night was quiet, the moon dark, and the wind high.
Uchiha Makoto changed into a pitch-black stealth outfit, put on his six-eyed mask, and silently melted into Konoha's shadows.
First stop: Fujita, the tavern owner.
Easily avoiding the night patrol, Uchiha Makoto clung like a gecko to the wall outside Fujita's second-floor window.
He needed no complicated ninja tools. With his current mastery of genjutsu, dealing with ordinary civilians, chunin, and genin was like firing a cannon at a mosquito.
He focused, and invisible waves of chakra drifted through the gaps around the window like the gentlest lullaby.
Within ten seconds, the steady breathing inside grew deeper and more even.
All three family members, including the little boy who might have been playing ninja games that afternoon, sank into a sleep so deep that thunder could not wake them.
Uchiha Makoto pried open the window and slipped inside.
He deftly took out the injector and aimed at the temples of the three people in bed. With three soft hisses, the medicinal mist settled precisely over their skin.
He picked up a half-written sheet of paper beside Fujita's pillow and glanced at it in the faint light from outside. It was filled with impassioned demands for Hatake Sakumo to be severely punished.
Chakra flickered at Uchiha Makoto's fingertips, and the paper silently turned to ash.
A denunciation letter? Save it. He felt nothing. After confirming he had left no traces, he slipped away.
The second house, the third...
The seventh belonged to Kobayashi, a retired chunin who lived alone.
The interior was sparse. Its only decoration was a