Konoha: The Soul King from the Uchiha Clan

Chapter 89 Practice Makes Perfect

The conditions he set essentially prevented Fujita Seiyo from seeking out relatively honest, ordinary people.

In this chaotic city, the disappearance of ordinary people doesn't attract much attention, but they are generally not physically strong.

Those who are physically strong are mostly gangsters, wanted criminals, thieves, robbers, traditional down-on-their-luck samurai, and other people in the gray area.

There was no other way; the number of rogue ninjas, ronin, and samurai with chakra in the City of Whirlpools was limited. If they were to launch a large-scale operation to wipe them all out, it would attract the attention of the five great ninja villages.

Secondly, it will scare away newcomers, making it harder for them to scam these people in the future.

The rogue ninjas, ronin, and samurai who survived in the chaotic and dangerous ninja world were not fools. If a large group of people disappeared or died once or twice, it might be okay, but if it happened too often, they would definitely be exposed.

The people from the five great ninja villages are not easy to move. Once someone goes missing, their superiors will definitely conduct a secret investigation. They may not find anything unusual in a short time, but sooner or later they will be able to trace it back to Fujita Seiyo, at which point he will have no choice but to silence him in advance.

Therefore, the best way is to harvest souls and lifespans gradually and steadily. It is secretive and reliable, and in the long run, the amount of souls and lifespans harvested may not be less than those harvested through large-scale operations.

One must not be reckless. Harvesting souls and lifespans is a taboo. Before one's strength reaches the top of the ninja world, one must remain calm and endure!

When does one reach the pinnacle of strength?

When the Kaleidoscope is activated, combined with one's own strength, one will definitely stand at the top!

It doesn't matter if the ceiling of ninja strength keeps rising in the future. With enough capital, we can rise with the tide and always stand at the top of the ninja world!

Anyway, he wasn't in a hurry to evolve his Sharingan into the Mangekyou Sharingan. Even if Uchiha Shisui and Uchiha Itachi were still like in the original story, he would have enough strength to protect himself and his clan on the night of the massacre.

As for Minato Namikaze's life or death, that's not that important.

If the Mangekyou Sharingan awakens by then, a powerful attack will be launched, turning the tide and winning immense prestige for oneself and the Uchiha clan. Saving Minato Namikaze's life along the way wouldn't be a big deal.

If there is no awakening, then there is no way to awaken.

He did his best; whether he survived or not depended on his own fate.

Anyway, now that things have come to this, he can't possibly disregard the consequences and recklessly harvest souls and lifespans for the sake of Minato Namikaze's life or death; his own life is the most important thing.

Even if Minato Namikaze were to die, he was confident that he could prevent the Uchiha clan from repeating the same mistakes and bring the Uchiha clan to greater heights, without needing to rely on the power of outsiders.

"Once you find them, do you know how to subdue them?"

"My subordinates will prepare a banquet under the guise of welcoming them, but they will poison the drinks or food so that they die from overeating."

Uchiha smirked. As expected of someone who could amass such a fortune, his mind was quick, ruthless, and vicious!

"The idea is good, but using poison is inappropriate. Human subjects must be alive; just make them weak and powerless."

"Understood, sir."

"Among those rogue ninja, ronin, and samurai, there are many who are powerful or possess special abilities. Remember to carefully assess them before taking action, or you will bring great trouble to your Fujita clan."

"Thank you for your concern, sir. I will do my utmost to utilize the Fujita family's network of connections and intelligence to carefully investigate."

"Hmm, how long will it take to get the first batch?"

"At most three days."

"Okay, I'll come again."

Uchiha Gen stood up from the chair, formed hand seals, and his figure disappeared, while the half-open window swung open...

"Respectfully seeing you off, sir." Fujita Seiyo bowed deeply to the seemingly empty window.

……

Three days later, in a villa belonging to the Fujita family, more than twenty rogue ninja, ronin, and samurai feasted in a brightly lit dining hall. The rich aroma of meat and wine filled the air, whetting everyone's appetite.

Fujita Nishiyo, dressed in a gray-black suit and a gray striped tie, with his half-gray hair and beard meticulously groomed, smiled broadly as he raised a glass of red wine to greet everyone…

Suddenly, a samurai fell backward to the ground. Before the others could react, they assumed he was drunk, and the acquaintances nearby even mocked the samurai for his poor alcohol tolerance.

It wasn't until people either lay back on the ground or collapsed onto the tables laden with food and wine that those who hadn't yet given up realized something was wrong and started getting up to question them.

However, it was too late. Even the person with the strongest resistance collapsed to the ground after saying only one sentence, and soon everyone collapsed to the ground.

Fujita Seiyo clapped his hands, then got up, walked around the table, and bowed respectfully to serve.

Wearing a mask, Uchiha Gen walked down from the second floor unhurriedly and said in a deep voice, "Well done."

"Sir, you flatter me."

The crowd sensed something was wrong. Those who hadn't been completely drugged and were still able to speak either cursed loudly, pleaded softly, threatened fiercely, or silently tried to find a way to neutralize the drug's effects.

"Arrange for someone to take you to the outskirts."

"Yes, sir."

Five minutes later, three carriages bearing the Fujita family crest left the villa and took half an hour to reach the dark countryside. The sky was completely covered by dark clouds tonight, and the bright moon and stars were nowhere to be seen.

The beam of the flashlight tore through the darkness, and the carriage stopped in a remote suburb. The core henchmen of the Fujita family who had come with the carriage hurriedly began to move the rogue ninja, ronin, and samurai piled up in the carriage.

A few minutes later, more than twenty people were lined up on the ground like goods, arranged neatly.

Wearing a mask and with his hands behind his back, Uchiha Gen nodded slightly and said, "Well done. Go search them; whatever else they have on them is yours."

"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir..."

The trusted henchmen were overjoyed and bowed deeply in gratitude.

Although the most valuable items, such as weapons, had already been taken, what remained was enough for them to make a small fortune.

By this time, the drug had fully taken effect, rendering both the ninjas and samurai speechless. They could only let the thugs plunder them, at most glaring at them with angry and resentful eyes...

Unfortunately, they didn't know any eye techniques, so no matter how angry and resentful they were, it was useless. The thugs, whose hands were also stained with blood, were not afraid at all, and those with worse tempers would slap them across the face.

After looting, the thugs thanked them again, then boarded the carriage and left. Soon, only Uchiha Gen and his prey lying on the ground remained in the dark wilderness...

"Consider yourselves unlucky, but don't worry, it won't hurt much..."

Uchiha Gen spoke while forming hand seals.

Illusion Technique: Nirvana Bloodfall!

Blood-red feathers quickly appeared in the dark sky, and one by one, they fell into the illusion. Even if the ninjas knew it was an illusion, they were powerless and unable to break free. They could only see what they feared most and were trapped in fear...

Uchiha Gen then activated the Soul-Soul Fruit's power to harvest souls and lifespans. Soon, one by one, the ninjas and samurai were devoid of life, their faces contorted with terror and disfigurement.

"Zhurong".

"Yes, Master."

A flash of red light appeared, and Zhu Rong floated in mid-air. He could tell from the scene that it was time for him to clean up the mess.

puff!

A wisp of golden-orange fire shot out from Zhu Rong's dragon mouth, quickly spreading into a patch of orange-red flames that covered the ground, the flames continuously scorching the corpse.

Moments later, the flames died down, leaving only charred marks and ashes on the ground.

Wind Release: Chaotic Airflow!

Uchiha Gen stretched out his hands and used a very simple wind jutsu, and the ashes were instantly blown away to who knows where.

The entire process of performing a ritual for the deceased is as smooth as flowing water; there's no other way than practice makes perfect!

"Let's go back and rest."

(End of this chapter)