My clan was exterminated when I was three years old, and you want me to beat Uchiha Itachi? Chapter 051

[Noon, twelve o’clock]

You hung the scrawny boy’s name tag around your neck, then used the Transformation Jutsu to take on his appearance. Since you only used your own strength throughout this process and not a single bit of chakra, your Chakra Suppression did not dissipate. This was your fundamental trump card for sneaking out of Konoha.

After learning through mental communication that both scrolls and the explosive tags had been sold, and two million ryo had been obtained, you quickly asked Boss Black Cat to bring you a bundle of senbon. Once everything was ready, you found an empty alley and summoned it.

You took the senbon Boss Black Cat tossed to you, about to pick up the box full of cash, but at this moment, a chakra thread, as thin as nothing, silently hooked the handle of the box, pulling it away before you could.

You pretended the box was snatched, while secretly activating your Sharingan. Under the cover of the Transformation Jutsu, you pinpointed the source of the chakra thread and jogged into the alley. You saw a tall, middle-aged man retracting the chakra thread, grabbing the box containing your cash.

The middle-aged man spoke, asking which country’s spy you were, and tried to claim he was a Konoha Anbu member, attempting to threaten you into assisting his plan of action.

But your Sharingan, hidden beneath the Transformation Jutsu, had already seen through him. This person was merely a puppet; the true body was hiding on the adjacent street, separated by a wall, manipulating the puppet through a small hole behind the wall.

Just as the opponent thought taking your money box meant they had a hold over you, and was still rambling on about their plan.

You leaped, directly plunging through the simple roof of a shack on the adjacent street. In the smoke created by the shattered roof, you activated your Sharingan, locking onto the short figure hidden behind several puppets. While dodging the ninja tools shot by the opponent, you threw three senbon imbued with fire-attribute chakra, easily piercing through the puppets made from human bodies.

Pierced through a vital spot by the scorching senbon, the short figure hidden behind the puppets let out a wail. The puppets they were controlling also slowed by half a beat, then were smashed by your punch.

You pressed down on the injured short figure in the corner, simultaneously suppressing their chakra completely with a sealing jutsu.

Under the interrogation of your Sharingan, you learned that the opponent was an intelligence ninja from Sunagakure.

Due to their special training, such ninjas specialized in the creation and manipulation of human puppets but had little combat ability. When not on missions, they would hide in this chaotic area. A few days ago, they received a message from Suna, requiring them to map out Konoha Village.

Due to their lack of combat prowess, they wanted to find a helper. So, they hid in the shacks, collecting and modifying many refugees who had died from drunkenness, starvation, or brawls into human puppets. Today, while collecting corpses, they happened to witness you killing the scrawny boy, and thus mistook you for a newly arrived spy ninja from another village.

Relying on human puppets wandering in this area, pretending to be alive, they pinpointed your location and, self-righteously, seized the opportunity of your transaction with the black cat for money, intending to snatch it as leverage over you…

You shook your head. After extracting “Chakra Threads” and “Basic Puppet Jutsu” from the opponent’s mind, the Sunagakure spy had completely lost their usefulness. You casually broke off a wooden board with nails stuck in it and finished them off.

Killing the Sunagakure spy was not difficult, but it did break your Chakra Suppression. Since this had happened, you had no choice but to use a sealing jutsu to suppress your chakra fluctuations.

[One o’clock in the afternoon]

Despite the small interlude, you still disguised yourself as the scrawny boy and arrived at the black market dealer’s base with two million ryo on time, finding the vice-captain you contacted that morning.

Seeing your pale face, the vice-captain asked what you were worried about. You thought about it; there was nothing to hide anyway, so you simply asked if the two bodies you left behind would alert Konoha.

The vice-captain waved his hand. After taking the box and glancing inside, he casually took the stack of cash you handed him and tucked it into his sleeve.

He said, “This place is a mixed bag. Hundreds of people die from fighting, drinking, and starvation every day. Besides those middle-ranking genin responsible for cleaning up bodies, no one cares who dies. Plus, Konoha rounds up refugees to supplement the population every month. To put it bluntly, it’s a breeding ground for problems. Killing one or two won’t attract any attention.”

[Two o’clock in the afternoon]

According to the vice-captain, the only way to transport living people out of Konoha was to disguise them as slaves.

You looked at the dog cages, each less than one cubic meter, stacked next to the carriage.

The humanoid creatures curled up inside were slaves. These slaves, both male and female, had lost the ability to speak human language, only burying their heads to lick the mushy food in broken bowls, like livestock, with prices ranging from ten thousand to fifty thousand written on their backs with a marker.

Several workers, under the watchful eyes of samurai guards, were loading them onto the carriage as cargo.

A few cages were slightly larger, with simple blankets and straw mats laid inside. The slaves in these cages were clearly more expensive than those piled together, with a starting price of one hundred thousand ryo. The males were more robust, and the females displayed their alluring figures.

Finally, there was a spacious cage. The outside of the cage was connected to an engine, and electric sparks occasionally flashed on the iron bars. Sealed inside was a person with severed limbs, bound all over with iron chains, and wearing an Iwagakure forehead protector. Clearly, they were once a ninja, but now had become the most expensive cargo.

You refused the vice-captain’s kind offer to disguise yourself among the high-priced slaves. After all, the low-priced goods generally had refugee identity tags, making it less conspicuous to blend in with them.

Taking a deep breath, you walked towards the pile of low-priced slaves, tore your intact clothes to shreds, picked up a lump of mud and smeared it on yourself, then pulled over a cage and crawled inside.

The vice-captain pulled out a marker and wrote a number just over ten thousand ryo on your back, then had the workers put you and the low-priced slaves into one carriage.

Soon, you were loaded onto the carriage, and a large black cloth separated the cages from each other.

The confined space was filled with a strange mixture of sweat and urine odor, but this was your necessary path to escape.

[Three o’clock in the afternoon]

To counter the stuffy air in the cage and the grunts and moans from the slaves, you closed your eyes tightly and circulated the Bloodline Meditation Method, using this environment as an excellent place to temper your mental strength and ocular power.

You felt that in this harsh environment, your mental strength grew much faster than during your usual training.

Before long, you felt the carriage begin to move. The shouts from outside and the occasional jolts combined to make the environment even harsher, but you took it as a form of tempering. If you couldn’t even endure this pain, then what hope was there of living to avenge your clan…