Good evening, Mr. Spy!

Outside the door, Miya's face was full of mischief.

By now, Miya was absolutely certain that an extremely nervous little thief was behind the door.

He didn't know exactly who the thief was, but did that matter?

There wasn't much to do for entertainment at night, so he might as well have some fun with the opportunity that had landed on his doorstep.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Almost. So close.

From Miya's voice, he could tell that Miya, who had just been outside the door, was only a child. If he hadn't been afraid of alerting the Konoha Anbu outside, he would have killed his way out already!

Caution and patience were two essential skills for an excellent spy. Miyayama Uemon had survived to this day while constantly engaging in espionage precisely because those two skills of his were at a relatively high level.

Taking light, sprightly steps, Miya wore a wicked little smile.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Miyayama Uemon listened to the footsteps receding outside the door. He hadn't even had time to breathe a sigh of relief and take a good breath of fresh air.

Then he heard Miya's footsteps drawing closer again.

Miyayama Uemon immediately tensed up and held his breath again.

"I'd better get some sleep first!"

"I can take care of things when I wake up."

As Miya spoke, he turned the doorknob, but the next moment, he let go again.

"No, I have to finish today's business today."

"I'd better get it done before I go to sleep."

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Miya walked away again, yet again, with light, sprightly steps.

That little bastard...

Hearing the footsteps retreat yet again, Miyayama Uemon couldn't help cursing inwardly.

Seriously?

Was taking that final step really so hard?

But the instant Miyayama Uemon stopped holding his breath, the bedroom door was pulled open.

Miyayama Uemon moved on instinct.

Seeing the teasing smile on Miya's young face, he swiftly and silently drew the Kunai in his hand across Miya's neck.

The sensation of slicing through air made Miyayama Uemon's pupils contract sharply.

"This is the Clone Technique."

Miya, who should have died, vanished before Miyayama Uemon's eyes.

"Hello!"

Leaning against the wall in the hallway, Miya teasingly greeted Miyayama Uemon.

Seeing how Miyayama Uemon was dressed, Miya instinctively thought he was one of Konoha's Anbu, but then he realized otherwise.

Would Konoha's Anbu come to kill him?

In that case, there was only one truth.

The man in the animal mask was a spy.

"Good evening, Mr. Spy!"

Hearing Miya's words, Miyayama Uemon realized his identity had been exposed, and his body tensed again.

No wasted words, no hesitation.

Kunai in hand, Miyayama Uemon charged at Miya to kill him.

Although Miya appeared completely calm, the fact that he was a child was highly deceptive. In Miyayama Uemon's subconscious, how could a Chunin like him possibly fail to deal with a child?

Was that possible?

Was it?

Why wouldn't it be? Looking down on children?

Then let him see why a kid with cheats was not to be messed with.

Miya moved second but struck first, his speed more than a little greater than Miyayama Uemon's.

And that was with Miya only using his normal mode.

Taking advantage of his smaller build, Miya slipped in as though burrowing into Miyayama Uemon's embrace and seized the right hand holding the Kunai.

Miyayama Uemon was slower than Miya, and his strength was even less a match for Miya's.

With both feet planted firmly on the ground, Miya threw Miyayama Uemon over his shoulder.

"Bam."

"Crack~~"

"Ah..."

Miyayama Uemon slammed heavily into the ground, his right arm twisted like a corkscrew. The broken bone, exposed to the air, was instantly stained red with blood.

The intense pain drew a scream from Miyayama Uemon.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Miyayama Uemon's scream finally alerted the Konoha Anbu who had been searching for him outside all along.

"Over there..."

More than ten Konoha Anbu Ninjas instantly rushed toward the source of the sound.

"Mr. Spy, you've already attacked me twice."

"It's not too much for me to attack you once now, is it?"

Miya, who had plopped down on Miyayama Uemon and pinned him in place, spoke mildly with a smile all over his face.

His expression seemed to say, Two to one. You got the better end of the deal!

Severe pain assailed Miyayama Uemon's nerves, and with Miya restricting his movements as well, his struggling body suddenly faltered as he listened to him.

What kind of logic was that?

But Miyayama Uemon didn't have much time to think. Before the pain-twisted, slightly bewildered face beneath the mask could recover its senses, pain assailed his body once more.

"Ah..."

The pain had come from his right arm before, but now it came from his spine. It was even more intense, causing Miyayama Uemon to pass out on the spot.

Done.

Miya was very pleased with his handiwork. Although he didn't know much about medicine, he did know how important the spine was to the human body.

Now that Miya had used the Atomic Rasengan to grind Miyayama Uemon's spine to pieces, it meant that even if Miyayama Uemon could be saved, he would still be crippled.

A spy ninja paralyzed from head to toe posed no threat at all.

Miyayama Uemon's second scream allowed the Konoha Anbu outside Miya's home to pinpoint his location. Without hesitation, they immediately burst inside.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Four or five Anbu Ninjas stood in front of and behind Miya, loosely surrounding him.

The moment they saw the scene before them, they understood what had just happened. The person Miya was sitting on was the spy who had stolen the intelligence, the target of their pursuit.

"Mr. Spy, you had so many companions?"

Looking at the Anbu Ninjas who had appeared before him, Miya slowly stood up, thought for a moment, and spoke in a perfectly relaxed manner.

From the way they were dressed, Miya had deduced their identities, but he couldn't let it show. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to explain how he knew who they were.

So Miya deliberately lumped them together with Miyayama Uemon, on whom he had been sitting.

At the same time, he was making his position clear: he was also the one who had captured the spy beneath him.

Seeing how calm and composed Miya was, the Anbu Ninjas, who did not know him, exchanged glances. Then an Anbu Ninja wearing a bird-faced mask said to Miya:

"Don't misunderstand. We're a unit under the Third, and the man you subdued is the very target we were pursuing."

"So please hand him over to us."