Shota pressed his back against the ceiling beam and waited, invisible and silent still inside the noble's bedroom where he had killed the four shinobi. He wanted to make sure that he had not alerted anyone. While he had not made any sound, there might be another sensor who could have found him or some Fuinjutsu alarm that he might have set off.
Minutes passed. No footsteps rushed toward the room. No alarms rang. Only the soft drip of blood from the dead bodies reached his ears.
He let out a slow breath. "Good. No one noticed. Well, it wasn't much of a fight anyway. Spider was right. These mouth senbons are evil. Take away chakra and grown men die to a needle like they're made of paper."
'Not gonna lie, I believe I have become overpowered with all the training that those two anbu commanders gave me. The spin that I just did to slam the Rasengan probably looked cool too. I might be now at least a top tier jonin level with just two months of training from the Anbus. Having the mentors to show you the ropes even in the basics of a shinobi really helps.' Shota thought
He dropped lightly to the floor and sealed the four bodies into storage scrolls. The masked Root ninja and the sensor disappeared with soft pops of smoke.
'Maybe the village can check their blood or bones. If they belong to any Konoha clan, we have proof Danzo is playing games in our country,' he thought.
Shota knew that even with this proof, Suna won't be able to do much harm. Konoha was a stronger shinobi village than Suna which was a given fact considering it was Suna who wanted a ceasefire agreement with Konoha in the third great shinobi war.
Konoha and Danzo would just deny that they have any involvement with this incident and that these masked men were just rogue shinobi.
But the mission was not complete yet.
The real target was still eating his dinner. He had got the information about his target's meal timings and also knew that the noble was very participular about that he ate on time and on the dining table with his family.
Shota slipped out of the bedroom and moved through the corridors like a shadow. With the sensor dead, he no longer needed to hide his chakra. His full chakra flowed through his body again.He almost smiled at the feeling.
He climbed a tall tree in the inner garden. From the highest branch he had a perfect view of the dining hall windows. Servants carried trays. Exactly on time.
Tamashiro Tamiko walked in with his wife and two teenage children. They took their seats at the long table. Samurai lined the walls. Personal shinobi stood at every corner. Three more masked men moved like ghosts behind the family.
Shota's eyes narrowed at these three masked men. He knew that those three were different from the masked men that he had just killed.
Their steps were perfect. Their hands never left weapon range. They were Jōnin level, each one of them.
Danzo had really spent money on this trap.
Shota stayed calm. Walking into that room would be suicide. He won't be able to assassinate the noble by going in close. He was sure that the Root jonins would have a method to detect him even if he was using the A rank stealth jutsu. He was sure that they themselves knew the jutsu.
Even with Erasure, twenty blades would reach him before he could blink.
So he stayed in the tree and raised his right hand, palm up. He decided to use his original jutsu. The one he was working for months.
His left hand wrapped around his right forearm for support.
Chakra gathered fast.
A blue sphere formed above his palm. It spun so quickly the air screamed. The rotation was thrice as fast as a normal Rasengan. The colour was deeper, almost purple at the edges.
"Yokai Rasengan," Shota whispered.
He pointed two fingers toward the window.
The spinning orb rose from his hand like it had wings. It floated for a second, humming with power, then shot forward.
Glass exploded inward.
People screamed.
But the Root jonin were already moving to protect the noble.
One of the masked Root jōnin threw his hands together. A thick earth wall rose in front of the table.
Shota flicked his finger to the side.
The Yokai Rasengan curved smoothly around the wall like a living thing. It looped once in the air and came back from the other direction.
No one could react in time.
The orb struck Tamashiro directly in the chest.
Chakra exploded.
The blast was louder than thunder. The table shattered into splinters. Plates and food flew everywhere. The floor cracked in a perfect circle five metres wide. Chairs turned to nothing.
Tamashiro never had time to scream.
His body simply disappeared in the spinning storm of chakra. Blood and pieces of flesh painted the walls red. The shock wave knocked everyone around him off their feet. His wife and children were thrown backward, alive but covered in their father's blood.
Servants fell to their knees.
"Father!"
"Husband!"
Their cries filled the ruined hall.
Shota did not stay to watch.
The moment the explosion bloomed, he was already moving. He dropped from the tree and ran across the garden wall. Camouflage wrapped around him again. Alarms finally started ringing. Samurai shouted. Shinobi poured out of every door.
But Shota was already gone, a ghost in the night, heading for the city outskirts and the long road home.
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