Analyzing the Ninja World Starting from Konoha

"Huh, a shadow clone? When did that happen?"

The three of them were together the whole time, and Qingye never used any magic.

Two shadow clones, one dragging a person in, walked in.

One of them was a strong, middle-aged villager, and the other was a boy who looked about the same age as them.

"What happened to those two?"

Hong asked in confusion.

"A traitor who tipped off others."

Aoba's voice was completely calm, as if she were talking about something trivial.

Asuma and Kurenai were both stunned.

"No, aren't they villagers too?"

Asma pointed at the two of them, somewhat incredulous.

Without saying a word, Aoba directly searched the boy's arms and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper.

Upon unfolding it, a few words were written crookedly: "There are fat sheep here. Three people, come quickly."

Asma's face instantly turned ashen. He grabbed the boy by the collar and slapped him repeatedly across the face.

Although he had some issues with his father, it was just a difference of opinion. He loved Konoha Village very much and hated traitors who betrayed the village the most.

The boy, who had been unconscious, was suddenly jolted awake. His face felt numb, and he saw stars before his eyes. It took him a while to recover.

Although it was already dark, he still recognized that this was the village chief's house. There were three boys in front of him, about the same age as him, and his gaze swept over the headbands they were wearing.

"Are you ninjas?"

The boy's face was swollen from the beating, and his speech was somewhat slurred.

Asma grabbed his collar again and asked angrily, "Aren't you from the village? Why did you inform the bandits?"

Despite being held by Asuma, the boy showed no fear. Instead, he looked at the ninja in front of him with a ferocious expression.

"It's all your fault! It's all your fault, you ninjas!"

"You killed people and then just left, what are we supposed to do? Those bandits will retaliate! They'll come back and slaughter the whole village!"

The boy screamed hysterically, spitting all over Asma's face.

"If I sell you to the leader, I can join them! I can survive! Is it wrong for me to want to live?!"

The boy's roar echoed in the stone house, each word like a heavy hammer blow, striking Asma's heart.

Looking into the boy's eyes, which were filled with resentment and fear, he felt lost for the first time.

At this moment, his proud identity as the son of the Hokage and the Will of Fire he learned at the Ninja Academy seemed so pale and laughable.

Is this the reality of the ninja world?

In order to survive, the victims became perpetrators.

The line between good and evil becomes so blurred in the face of survival.

Hong's face turned pale, and she subconsciously looked at Qingye.

Aoba remained completely unmoved by this; in fact, he felt a slight urge to yawn. Great power rivalry always brings suffering to ordinary people—this has been the case since ancient times.

They're all the same in every world.

Forcibly blaming others for one's own misfortunes is a typical "victim mentality".

Aoba stepped forward and swiftly chopped the boy on the back of the neck, ending the farce.

"It's noisy."

Aoba casually tossed the unconscious boy to the ground and then placed his palm over the boy's head.

"Aoba, you..."

Hong felt a pang of pity.

"We are ninjas, not babysitters or therapists."

After saying that, Aoba placed his palm on the boy's head and activated his mind-reading technique!

The boy's jumbled memories were read, and the other Aoba wasn't spared either.

The chips are quickly screened and sorted.

Soon, he opened his eyes and found that he had all the information he needed.

They knew exactly where the bandits' hideout was, how many people they had, their weaponry, and even that they had wandering ninjas backing them up.

"There are generally two ways to solve a problem: one is to solve the person who created the problem."

Aoba looked at the two calmly, "The other way is to deal with the person who raised the question!"

……

That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high.

Outside the bandit stronghold, three figures silently lurked in the shadows.

"As planned."

Aoba's voice was very low, "Red, use illusion magic to take care of the outer guards. Then you and Asuma will start clearing out the smaller foes from both flanks, keep it low-key."

"And what about you?" Asma asked.

"I'll go and deal with the bandit leader, lest he escape before he gets away."

After Qingye finished speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

Hong took a deep breath and slowly formed a hand seal.

"Illusion!"

An invisible wave of chakra spread out, and the eyelids of the guards outside the stronghold felt as heavy as lead. They all collapsed to the ground with thuds, snoring loudly.

"Let's do it."

Asuma gritted his teeth, drew the chakra sword from his waist, and leaped down, charging towards the fortress.

puff.

The sound of a sharp blade slicing through flesh was particularly jarring in the night.

A bandit who had been unconscious had his throat slit in his sleep, and blood gushed out, splattering all over Asma's face.

The warm, fishy-smelling liquid made his stomach churn, but he forced himself not to vomit and turned to pounce on his next target.

On the other side, Kurenai, holding a kunai, trembled as she plunged the blade into the heart of a bandit.

This was her first time killing someone.

The feeling of the blade cutting into her flesh, and the sensation of life slipping through her fingers, chilled her to the bone.

Compared to the awkwardness and struggle of the two, Aoba's actions were a highly efficient massacre.

He did not use a knife, nor did he form any hand seals.

The gourd on its back opened, and the sand transformed into several yellow tentacles in the air, each wrapped with a kunai.

puff!puff!puff!

The tentacle kunai pierced precisely through the throats of all the bandits along the way.

There was no resistance, no struggle, only the dying moans and the dull thud of the body falling to the ground.

Qingye walked straight to the largest house deep in the village, as if she were taking a stroll in her own backyard.

"Who goes there?!"

A loud shout came from inside the house, and a burly, one-eyed man wielding a spiked club rushed out, followed by a dozen henchmen.

The one wielding the spiked club is the leader of this gang of bandits.

"die!"

Although the bandit leader was not a ninja, his brute strength was astonishing. His spiked club whistled as it smashed down on Aoba's head.

Aoba didn't even stop walking.

"Too slow."

He raised his hand, his five fingers loosely clenched.

The sand inside the gourd instantly transformed into a giant sand hand, grabbing the bandit leader's spiked club that he was swinging in mid-air. Then, it slid down and bound him tightly.

"Uh...ah..."

The bandit leader's face turned red as he struggled desperately, but bound by the sand, he was like a grasshopper being pinched.

The other bandits were stunned and stood there dumbfounded when they saw their leader being taken down in one move.

They were stunned, but Qingye was different. Sand tentacles flew rapidly, and half of the bandits on the scene died instantly.

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