True Evil Ninja

Yoru had already sensed it—the chakra signatures outside his door belonged to his clansmen. 

Just as he moved to answer, the knocking abruptly stopped. 

His brow furrowed. More chakra had appeared. 

"Yoru-senpai—" 

"Silence!" 

A deep voice cut through the air. Yoru recognized it immediately—Uchiha Yakumi. 

"Do you dare defy Elder Yashiro's orders?!" 

"B-But…" 

The door burst open. 

Yoru strode out, his presence sharp as a blade. 

"What's going on?" 

No explanation was needed. The frantic tension among his subordinates told him everything. Something was terribly wrong. 

"Captain!" 

"Yoru-taichou!" 

"We—" 

Uchiha Yakumi stepped between them, his voice stern. 

"Yoru, you've been suspended. As such, matters of the Konoha Military Police are no longer your concern." 

"I'm only following orders. Do not interfere." 

If that were all, Yoru wouldn't have cared. 

But the desperation in his men's eyes told him this was far worse. 

"Where are Aoki and Yamakaze?" he demanded, his voice edged with suspicion. 

Those two—his most loyal followers—would never miss a chance to see him. 

"Th-They're—" 

Yakumi roared, "Enough! Do you truly wish to disobey?!" 

Yoru's gaze turned glacial. "Yakumi. Tell me the truth." 

"This doesn't involve you." 

Yoru stepped forward, unrelenting. 

"You know me. Even if you refuse, I'll find out one way or another." 

"Tch…" 

Yakumi hesitated. He didn't want to defy Elder Yashiro's command, but he also knew— 

This man never made empty threats. 

He was capable of anything. 

Perhaps telling him was the lesser evil. Better than letting him tear the village apart. 

"Fine. I'll tell you—against orders. But…" Yakumi's voice hardened. "You must promise not to act recklessly!" 

Yoru's response was ice. "I make no promises." 

"You—! Damn it!" 

Yoru pressed further. "Aoki and Yamakaze are missing. The order comes from Elder Yashiro, not the Clan Head. Do you take me for a fool?" 

His voice rose. "What the hell is happening in our clan?!" 

Yakumi exhaled sharply. "…Fine. I'll tell you." 

And so, the truth spilled out. 

With every word, Yoru's fists clenched tighter. 

Aoki and Yamakaze—severely wounded. 

Uchiha Fugaku—taken by the ANBU. 

By the time Yakumi finished, Yoru's chakra erupted in a furious surge. 

He lunged forward—only for Yakumi and his men to block his path. 

"What are you doing?!" Yakumi barked. 

Yoru's voice was deathly calm. "Those 'ANBU' weren't wearing masks. It was a setup—a trap with that Kiri kunoichi spy. Aoki and Yamakaze are nearly dead, and the Clan Head has been arrested. And you still expect me to stand down?!" 

Yakumi's face flushed with panic. "If you know it's a trap, why walk right into it?!" 

Yoru's eyes burned like steel. 

"If they want a fight, I'll give them one." 

"If they seek death, I'll grant it." 

With that, his body blurred— 

Fast as lightning, he shot past two Konoha officers, breaking through their formation in an instant. 

"Yoru! STOP!" 

Yakumi was drenched in sweat, his mind racing. 

"I'll go after him! You—inform Elder Yashiro, NOW!" 

"Hai!" 

"Yoru-taichou! We're with you!" His squad charged after him without hesitation. 

Yakumi cursed under his breath. 

"Why are his men just as reckless as he is?!" 

"AFTER THEM!" 

"HAI!" 

But Yoru didn't head for ANBU headquarters. 

Instead, he raced toward Konoha Hospital. 

"Aoki… Yamakaze…" 

"You damn fools." 

BOOM! 

His speed doubled, a streak of wind tearing through the streets. 

Konoha Hospital 

Uchiha Yamakaze, his arm severed and shoulder tightly bandaged, staggered to his feet. Blood still seeped through the wrappings. 

Gritting his teeth, he limped to Aoki's bedside. 

The younger shinobi hadn't woken. 

"Aoki…" 

"Don't you dare die." 

"I… I still want to fight by Yoru-taichou's side… with you…" 

Tears fell, soaking the sheets. 

He clutched his face, consumed by guilt and fury. 

"I'm sorry, Taichou…" 

"I was too weak…" 

Then— 

"You were weak." 

A voice. 

His voice. 

Yamakaze whipped around— 

And there he stood. 

All the pain, the regret—flooded out in an instant. 

"Ta… Taichou…!" 

Yoru stepped forward, his gaze locking onto Yamakaze's missing arm. 

"Your arm…" 

"It's nothing! Just an arm! But Aoki—he—!" 

"What did the medics say?" 

Yamakaze's face twisted. "A blade… straight through his back. Pierced his heart and lungs. They did everything they could, but… he might never…" 

Yoru nodded grimly. 

"I'm sorry, Taichou! It's all my—" 

"Idiot!" Yoru snapped. 

"The ones at fault are the enemies who did this. Why blame yourself?" 

"Is this what I taught you?!" 

"Taichou…" 

Yoru gripped Yamakaze's remaining shoulder. 

"Rest. Watch over Aoki." 

"He'll pull through." 

"…Hai." 

Yoru's eyes lingered on Aoki's face—still so young, so unmarked by the world's cruelty. 

Then he turned. 

"Taichou! Where are you—?!" 

"Don't do anything reckless!" 

The door slammed shut. 

Yamakaze stood frozen. 

He knew his captain. 

And he knew— 

Whatever came next, Konoha would tremble. 

 A shadowed corner of the village. 

The ANBU prison. 

Though the Military Police and ANBU shared overlapping duties, their detention blocks were separate. 

And now— 

Yoru stood before the ANBU's gates. 

Two guards tensed, hands on their weapons. 

He spoke only once. 

"Those who stand in my way… shall die." 

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