The old man Kusagakure stared at his waist in disbelief.
A kunai had struck a vital spot at his waist.
As his life slipped away, the old man Kusagakure trembled uncontrollably.
He raised his head and looked at that familiar yet unfamiliar face.
The old man Kusagakure stammered:
"You... you..."
Before he could finish, another kunai plunged straight into his back.
This time, the old man Kusagakure's life was snuffed out completely, and he collapsed with unwillingness filling his eyes.
Bibiye's face was expressionless, as though the old man Kusagakure's death had nothing to do with him.
Taking out a handkerchief, Bibiye wiped the blood from his hands.
He spoke without looking at anyone:
"Pass down the order. Lord Kusagakure has been assassinated. The killer is the village chief of the Hidden Jun Village. Begin a village-wide manhunt immediately."
The Anbu officers who had followed him immediately answered:
"Yes!"
Several of them promptly turned and hurried away.
Bibiye wiped his hands clean, then tossed the bloodstained handkerchief directly onto the old man Kusagakure's corpse.
Perfectly composed, he continued issuing orders:
"I will now serve as acting village chief and begin eliminating all invading enemies."
Everyone else answered in turn:
"We will obey your orders, sir."
To avoid giving others grounds for criticism, Bibiye did not directly usurp Kusagakure's position.
The Grass Ninja experts he had persuaded all understood the course of the "mutiny" and did not immediately change how they addressed him either.
Bibiye's decisive action was clearly part of a plan they had agreed upon long beforehand.
The pitiful old man Kusagakure had wanted to know, right up until his death, that he had already become utterly alone.
Bibiye turned to inspect the old man Kusagakure's bedroom, his brows tightly furrowed.
Clearly, the whereabouts of the Hidden Jun Village's