Reborn in Konoha as the Anbu Torturer

Chapter 64: It's Impolite Not To Reciprocate

Chapter 64: It's Impolite Not To Reciprocate

After Aoba thought it through, he immediately took out a book and drew a picture of the character's relationship.

He used the character relationship and arrow to analyze the entire situation.

This was something he would do in the modern world before he transmigrated.

After reading Sekai's memories, he was able to organize these things even more clearly.

There seemed to be a bit of the logic of the investigation case.

Not long after.

A picture of the relationship between the five forces appeared in the book.

The arrow points to the intricacies.

It marked the relationship between the various forces.

After this reorganization, the thoughts in Aoba's mind became clearer.

"Next..."

"I need to do some preparations."

"It just so happens that I'm on holiday."

"I have plenty of time to do things."

"Then I'll let you pay the price for disturbing my quiet life!"

Aoba drew a cross on the two lines on the logic map.

These two lines...

It was the breakthrough point he was about to insert into this whirlpool.

"Ha~"

Aoba took a deep breath, laid his body flat on the bed, closed his eyes, and memories flashed through his mind.

He needed to confirm some details again.

Half an hour later.

Aoba opened his eyes.

"I know what to do!"

Aoba immediately got up and walked out of the dormitory. Looking at the sky outside, he needed to confirm the time.

It was just getting bright now.

The night was about to pass.

The air was already filled with the smell of dew.

"I can't do it now. Let's wait for the night."

Aoba shook his head. In the morning, most people were awake, and it was easy to be spotted.

After making the decision, Aoba returned to the dormitory.

...

At midnight.

Aoba changed into Anbu's ninja clothes and put on the cat-faced mask, then left the dormitory.

His was like a black shadow, shuttling through the night, arriving at the area of the Yamanaka clan.

This was the first time he had returned to the Yamanaka clan since he had transmigrated to the Ninja World.

Rows of houses stood on this street.

The owners of these houses were all from the Yamanaka clan.

Under the dark night, Every household was dark.

No one noticed Aoba, who was shuttling through the intersection.

Aoba walked all the way to a crossroad.

Then he stopped.

He looked around.

After making sure that no one had discovered his tracks, he turned around the corner.

Then came to the door of a house.

This house was Yuta's home.

Aoba walked to the door and gently pushed it open.

The door was locked and could not be pushed open.

So Aoba stretched out his hand towards the ninja bag at his waist and directly took out a kunai.

He aimed the kunai blade at the crack of the door, his arm suddenly exerted force, and he chopped it down with a very strong force.

Ding!

Accompanied by a crisp sound of metal colliding, the door lock of the door was cut off.

Aoba gently opened the door, sneaked inside, and then closed the door again.

He knew very well how much strength he had used to chop off the door lock just now.

Not to mention breaking the door lock.

A single punch was enough to shatter the door!

However, he did not want to cause too much of a commotion.

After Aoba entered the house, he closed the door behind him, and his vision was instantly shrouded in darkness.

"Captain Yuta."

"I didn't expect it either..."

"I will come to your house in this way."

"I won't drink tea this time."

The corners of Aoba's mouth curled up into a smile. In Yuta's memory, he was completely familiar with the layout of the latter's home. He didn't even need to turn on the light to know where there was something.

"When you were alive, you tried every means possible to pull me into the water. You wanted to use me to pull down Danzo."

"It's impolite not to reciprocate!"

"Then I will use you to topple Tetsu!"

Aoba walked to Yuta's study as if he had returned to his home.

He opened the third drawer of the desk and took out an envelope.

There was also a stack of banknotes inside.

The amount was not much.

But it was Yuta's only savings.

The rest of the money was donated to the organization as funds for resisting Third Hokage.

Aoba put Yuta's money into the ninja bag and walked towards Yuta's living room.

Even if it was dark. He opened the wardrobe precisely and took out a black cloak and a pair of black gloves.

These were all things that Yuta had used before.

Aoba put the cloak, the hat, and the gloves on his body as if to completely hide.

"It's time to go."

Aoba only wanted to take these things, and there was no need to stay here anymore.

Then Aoba's figure flashed and disappeared.

...

The next day, early morning.

Aoba was still wearing Anbu's outfit and a cat face mask, but this time, he was wearing a cloak that completely covered his head.

This outfit was the same as when he came back at night.

With ease, Aoba passed through several intersections and arrived at a shop that he had never been to before.

Dang dang dang

Aoba lightly knocked on the door a few times, then directly pushed the door open and entered.

According to Obtained's information in his memory, at this time, this shop was already open for business, and there were very few people.

"Boss, I want two high-quality sealed scrolls, and black rabbitbrush made of a mountain rabbit, as well as a box of black ink. Pack these up. I want to give them to someone."

Aoba said indifferently as if he was an old customer of this shop. The things he chose were all the best things in the shop.

The store manager suddenly raised his head from behind the counter, his gaze focused on Aoba through the glasses on his nose.

This person...

He can't tell who it was?

However, judging from what this person wanted. It should be an acquaintance.

"Wait a moment."

Uncle store manager didn't waste any words. He was a businessman and didn't care who the customer was.

Soon.

The store manager found all the things Aoba had ordered and put them into an exquisite gift box. He handed them to Aoba.

"In total..."

Just as the store manager was about to say the price, he saw Aoba take out a stack of bills.

"I know the price. No need to say it."

Aoba directly put the money in his hand on the counter, then turned and left.

"Strange person."

The store manager sorted out the banknotes and put them into the money bag with satisfaction. Then, he stopped thinking about it.

...

In Anbu's dormitory.

Aoba took the rabbitbrush he had just bought and dipped it in black ink. He kept practicing the same words in the book.

As he practiced again and again.

The writing on the book kept changing.

Each time, he slightly adjusted the arc and writing style.

Gradually.

A day passed.

It was night again.

Aoba looked at the two lines of writing on the paper, which matched the words in his memory.

"It's done!"