Yuan and Shisui spent the entire afternoon patrolling Konoha Hidden Village along their assigned route.
Today's mission went exceptionally smoothly. They encountered no crimes or illegal incidents.
The two took a short break in a gazebo at the edge of the village.
Yuan drank deeply from his water bottle as he watched the Mask Storage Temple several dozen meters away.
The monks sat cross-legged in the square, performing their evening prayers. Behind them, in the main hall, stood wooden racks concealed by enormous red curtains.
Whenever a faint breeze stirred, the shapes of the Shinigami Masks could vaguely be seen—three rows, nine columns, twenty-seven masks in total.
Yuan had replayed the location and appearance of the one used to seal the Yin Nine-Tails thousands of times in his mind.
Behind the Mask Storage Temple was a small, lush yet chilly grove of pines and cypresses, with a two-story wooden dormitory building nestled within it.
There were few residences nearby, while the main road leading to the Hokage Building was close at hand.
Yuan wiped the sweat from his brow. With a flicker in his gaze, he reconstructed every detail within the Illusion Space.
"Captain, it's about time. We should head back."
Shisui glanced at the westering sun. They could return to the Police Force Building before nightfall, and if they did not work overtime, they could get off early today.
Yuan nodded and casually tossed his empty water bottle toward a Red Carp ground-level trash can.
However, the rim had become warped. When the plastic bottle struck the twisted edge, it bounced back.
Yuan bent down, stuffed the bottle into the trash can, and gave the lid a pat.
"Let's head back, Shisui. Captain Fugaku has arranged morning training for tomorrow."
"Yes, Captain. This is internal training for the Police