Infiltration

"Bang!"

A loud bang suddenly echoed in the quiet night, like thunder in the sky, foreshadowing the storm.

"It seems Sasori is already eager to stir up a storm. How's the situation on your end, Shisui...?"

In the darkness, a deep and powerful voice quietly rose in the night, carrying a hint of urgency and anticipation.

Under the moonlight, the figure's silhouette was faintly visible, as if blending into the night.

"Soon..."

Shisui's figure stretched long under the dim streetlights, like a sharp sword about to be drawn.

He lifted a Sunagakure ninja with one hand. The ninja was pale and had his eyes closed, as if he were trapped in an endless dream.

Shisui's eyes, those legendary Mangekyou Sharingan, slowly stopped spinning, like a whirlpool in an abyss returning to calm—a testament to the ninja's genjutsu.

"Have you found the location of the One-Tailed Beast?"

"Um..."

As soon as Shisui finished speaking, he left the unconscious Sunagakure ninja aside.

The location of Shukaku, the One-Tailed Beast, has been learned from this unknown ninja through genjutsu...

"Let's get started. That Sasori guy might not last long; we need to act quickly..."

Fengtian spoke softly from the side, his voice carrying an undeniable sense of urgency, as if he were urging the gears of fate to turn faster.

Shisui nodded slightly, his gaze sharp, and then in a flash, he stood in front of her, like a bolt of lightning piercing the night sky.

Under the cover of night, the two moved through the alleys of Sunagakure like ghosts, each step perfectly avoiding the patrolling ninjas, remaining silent and stealthy.

Fengtian and Zhishui stopped in front of a seemingly cozy house, just as they were about to take action, when suddenly an old man's voice reached their ears.

"Hehe, you two young men, have you come here to see this old man?"

The moment the words fell, Granny Chiyo's figure slowly appeared. She was dressed in simple clothes, with white hair and deep wrinkles on her face, but her eyes could not hide the wisdom and kindness in them.

"Shisui, I'm leaving this place to you..."

When faced with Granny Chiyo's sudden appearance, Fengtian showed no sign of panic. Instead, he exuded a calm and composed demeanor, as if everything had been within his expectations.

Upon hearing this, Shisui nodded slightly, then his eyes sharpened, and his figure blurred like a black lightning bolt as he drew the short sword from his back and rushed towards Granny Chiyo with lightning speed.

Grandma Chiyo's eyes were slightly narrowed; though her body was old, she was still agile and nimble.

Faced with Shisui's rapid advance, Granny Chiyo quickly produced several puppets and engaged Shisui in battle.

Having learned from his previous experience fighting Sasori, Shisui discovered that these puppeteers had a fatal weakness—chakra threads!

Puppeteers control puppets using chakra threads, which are very resilient but not actually hard enough.

After all, to ensure that the puppet can be manipulated flexibly, the strings used cannot be too stiff.

In other words, if Shisui cuts the chakra threads, the puppeteer's strength will be greatly reduced!

Thinking this through, Shisui's eyes gradually sharpened. Through several attempts, he still managed to grasp the frequency of Chiyo's manipulation.

He then seized the opportunity and brought his sword down, the terrifying sword energy heading straight for the chakra threads controlled by Granny Chiyo!

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Granny Chiyo quickly adjusted the puppet, dodging Shisui's fierce slash at an extremely strange angle.

"Heh, young man, your eyesight and insight are quite good; you've found the puppeteer's weakness so quickly..."

Granny Chiyo's words were tinged with coldness, and then her cloudy eyes looked towards the spot where Fengtian had once stood. In the blink of an eye, she broke out in a cold sweat:

"Where did that kid go? Impossible! How did he manage to evade my senses?"

Granny Chiyo was shocked. She couldn't believe that someone could disappear without a trace within her perception range.

From the very beginning of the battle, although her attention was mostly drawn to Shisui, how could someone with such rich combat experience make such a basic mistake?

Before I could think any further, Shisui's fierce attack came again!

Left with no other choice, Granny Chiyo, her face grim, continued to control the puppets in their battle against Shisui, though her gaze would occasionally drift towards the house, a hint of worry flickering in her cloudy eyes...

Inside, the dim yellow light flickered, casting dappled shadows, and the air was filled with a faint milky scent and a hint of barely perceptible tension.

"call……"

Fengtian took a deep breath, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. His eyes gleamed with an unusual light, a trace left after using [Reversing Cause and Effect].

"Thank goodness, my eyes are starting to feel uncomfortable. It seems I should avoid using this 'reversing cause and effect' approach as much as possible..."

At this moment, Fengtian had successfully entered the house by modifying cause and effect through the "reversal of cause and effect" technique. He was enduring his discomfort as he slowly walked towards a certain room.

"Wowhhhhh..."

Just then, a clear and urgent cry of a baby broke the silence of the night, exploding in Fengtian's heart like thunder.

He turned his head sharply, his gaze fixed on the source of the sound, and an indescribable joy involuntarily appeared on his face.

"It seems things are going fairly smoothly..."

Fengtian's lips curled up slightly, and soon he followed the source of the sound to a room.

The door to the room opened gently, and a soft beam of light shone into the room, illuminating a young and innocent face—that of Gaara, who had recently become the Jinchuriki of the One-Tailed Beast.

He was curled up on the bed, his eyes closed, his little mouth opening and closing, emitting bursts of cries.

He seemed to sense the intrusion from the outside world and expressed his dissatisfaction.

"Like Naruto, you were born as a Jinchuriki of a Tailed Beast. Gaara, your life is actually quite tragic..."

Fengtian looked at Gaara, who was crying, and murmured to himself:

"Then, I'll end all of this..."

After saying this, Fengtian slowly walked towards Gaara, his eyes showing a mixture of excitement, nervousness, and pity.

Just as he slowly extended his sinful hand, preparing to touch that young life, a thick palm suddenly grabbed his arm, and a powerful force came from the palm, causing him to stop involuntarily.

A deep, oppressive voice sounded in his ear, pressing down on his heart like a mountain:

"What do you want to do?"