In the middle of the shopping street.
Under the shocked gazes of the onlookers, Uchiha Jin kicked Shimura Masahiko to the ground.
The tip of his blade pressed against Masahiko's neck, breaking the skin and drawing blood.
"Don't you like running?"
Uchiha Jin's Three Tomoe eyes stared straight at the criminal pinned beneath his foot.
How could he, an Elite Jonin, possibly let a Chunin escape right under his nose?
If he really let the man escape, he might as well bash his head against a block of tofu and die.
"Y-you don't have any evidence! How dare you arrest people at random?"
Shimura Masahiko belatedly realized that this guy seemed to be the legendary Living Yama!
The Hokage's nephew, Sarutobi Shōtarō, had died at his hands.
How could he be so unlucky?!
He had only just killed someone, and this guy already had his eye on him.
"Evidence?"
Uchiha Jin was expressionless, his tone unusually calm.
"Why would an established fact require evidence?"
Other people needed evidence when investigating because they feared arresting the wrong person. He could see the murderer directly, so why would he need evidence?
All he needed to do was make sure he didn't arrest the wrong person.
"No, you don't have evidence! How can you arrest people at random?!"
Shimura Masahiko was so terrified he was close to wetting himself.
With that Tachi pressed right against his neck, he was truly afraid the Living Yama would execute him on the spot.
Never mind him-even an Elite Jonin would leak a few drops in this situation.
He really had killed people, but how did this guy know?
He simply couldn't understand it.
Since Jin couldn't produce evidence of his crime, how exactly had he learned that he had killed people?
"I don't need evidence to