True Evil Ninja

Chapter 22: Chapter 22: A Bloodbath to Remember!



"Y-You…" 

"Uchiha… Yoru?!" 

The man standing before them was infamous across Konoha—especially among the Anbu, who frequently clashed with the Uchiha Police Force. 

But the two Anbu guards stationed at the prison had never seen Yoru like this. 

This wasn't a man. 

This was a bloodthirsty beast with crimson eyes. 

One guard's voice trembled. "Even if you're Uchiha Yoru, you can't just barge into an Anbu prison!" 

"A-And you've been suspended by the Hokage! You're not even part of the Police Force anymore! Don't even think about—!" 

As he spoke, he shot a glance at his partner. 

Call for backup. 

Yoru's mind burned with images—Yamakaze's severed arm, Kiyomaru still fighting for his life, Uchiha Fugaku bearing the clan's sins alone. 

His face remained cold. 

But inside? 

Rage. 

 "I'll say this once." 

"Move." 

"Or die." 

The guards' fear twisted into anger. 

"Uchiha Yoru! Don't push your luck!" 

"Even as a Police Captain, you had no right to storm an Anbu prison without authorization!" 

"Are you trying to start a rebellion?!" 

Before the last word faded— 

Flash. 

A blade cut through the air. 

Hummm— 

Chakra surged, distorting the very space around them. 

"Wha—?" 

Cold steel kissed their throats. 

No screams. No last words. 

Thud. Thud. 

Two bodies crumpled at the prison entrance. 

Ding! 

[You killed an Anbu prison guard, ending his bleak existence. Good deed! +50 Virtue Points!] 

[You killed another. +50 more!] 

Yoru ignored the voice in his head. 

Before the corpses hit the ground, he was already inside. 

 

The prison was hell itself. 

Dark. Suffocating. Devoid of hope. 

A monster lurked here—one that devoured light and crushed wills. 

Yoru didn't pause. 

He moved like lightning. 

Chaos erupted. 

"Who the hell—?!" 

"That Sharingan…!" 

"It's Uchiha Yoru!" 

"Alert the captain!" 

"He's alone?! The audacity!" 

"KILL HIM!" 

Eight Anbu operatives lunged from all sides. 

Not elite, but deadly in their own right. 

Shuriken. Kunai. Senbon. Poison needles. 

Fire. Water. Lightning. Wind. Earth. 

A storm of ninjutsu rained down. 

No sane shinobi would face this head-on. 

But Yoru's three-tomoe Sharingan spun. 

His crimson eyes dissected every attack with flawless precision. 

He weaved through the onslaught—untouched. 

A white streak. A red flash. 

Grab. 

His hand clamped around an Anbu captain's throat. 

"Guide me." 

The others froze. 

One wrong move, and their leader died. 

The captain knew Yoru's reputation. 

This man doesn't bluff. 

Trembling, he pointed deeper into the prison. 

"Move." 

Yoru forced him forward. 

The deeper they went, the more the air reeked of rot and despair. 

Even the screams of hardened criminals faded into silence. 

Finally— 

"S-She's there…" 

In the abyss of the dungeon, a pair of eyes lifted. 

Cold. Calculating. 

The kunoichi from Kirigakure—the "Village of the Bloody Mist"—met Yoru's gaze without flinching. 

"The Sharingan…" 

"So beautiful." 

"And utterly terrifying." 

Yoru pressed his blade to the captain's throat. Blood welled. 

"Talk." 

"Who else framed my men besides her?" 

The captain hesitated— 

Slice. 

"A-Agh! It—It was orders from above! We just followed them!" 

Yoru smirked. "So you were part of it." 

"Convenient." 

Of course. Releasing the kunoichi, staging the ambush—the prison guards had to be involved. 

"Names." 

The captain pointed out six others in the crowd. 

"T-Them… and me. Seven total." 

"B-But we had no choice! We—" 

Schlick. 

The blade flashed. 

A head rolled into the darkness. 

Ding! 

[You killed an Anbu captain, granting him rebirth. Good deed! +80 Virtue Points!] 

The remaining Anbu stared in horror—then erupted in fury. 

"DIE, UCHIHA!" 

The kunoichi finally felt it. 

Fear. 

This man… was worse than the demons of the Bloody Mist. 


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