Take a look at the blind Uchiha

The location of the bandit suppression mission was not far away, and the ninja's journey was only half a day, so the few people who set out in the morning arrived at a nearby village in the evening.

However, the three of them did not enter the village, but stopped in the woods surrounding the village due to Ling's obstruction.

"Why did you stop here?" Madara looked a little confused, "Didn't it say that bandits often harass the village? It's time to investigate now, right?"

"Well, that's what Madara thinks." Ling said with a smile and a gentle voice, "Although it is a method, it is still a bit rash... Kenji, can I ask you to do the investigation?"

"Well, okay, you wait while I look for it..." Uchiha Kenji went back to dig out the ninja bag behind him, and finally took out a spray bottle filled with light green liquid and handed it to Ling, "Save it. That guy Hong’s price is too outrageous.”

"what is this?"

"A reagent that only develops color in the eyes of cats." Uchiha Kenji didn't mean to hide it. "I have a slight difficulty in recognizing the way... so when we need to separate, I usually let my teammates use the color development reagent." Reagent, after completing the investigation, please ask the psychic beast to help find the way - I also have a bottle myself, and the color development effect will last for about half a day."

Madara's heart suddenly became complicated, but he just nodded coldly to show that he understood, then turned to look at Ling, "What are we trying to detect?"

"Investigating the possible connection between the village and the bandits." Ling's voice was gentle, "After all, according to the known information, this group of bandits has been lingering near the village for a long time, and they can always distinguish between caravans and officers and soldiers pretending to be crusaders... Madara, do you understand?"

Madara glanced at Uchiha Kenji, who was already running quietly towards the village, and understood somewhat, "You mean... there may be an informant of bandits in the village? So in order to avoid alerting the enemy, we have to send people in advance to collect intelligence?"

"That's half right," Ling nodded, with a slight smile on his lips, "The other possibility is that the whole village is full of [robbers]."

Madara didn't quite understand this time, so he asked bluntly, "Why do you say that?"

"Because the lords of this village have very strict taxes and laws. I have even seen farmers send letters to bandits to prevent their belongings from being taken away - after all, here There is a tax law that says "Those who are robbed by thieves and bandits will be exempted from paying taxes for the current month, and the unused taxes will be paid by the local responsible officials."

Ling paused slightly, "But I'm not sure if this law has been revised now, but you can never make a big mistake by being careful."

Madara nodded thoughtfully, "It seems that I will have to pay more attention to this hidden information in the future... If only my brother and I were here, this mission might be a little difficult in terms of investigation. After all, I am better at frontal combat... "

"No, if there are two people, they will do what they do." Ling shook his head, "The task is dead, but the person is alive. There is no absolute law for doing tasks. You should be flexible and flexible according to the situation... Okay , let’s go to the surrounding mountains to explore where bandits live.”

Madara followed Ling's pace, and Ling also took this opportunity to teach Madara many tips on concealing aura and identifying traces. Many of them were different from the clan's teachings, but they were faster - but they also had a higher error tolerance. Small.

Not long after the two found the bandit village, Uchiha Kenji also found it with his ninja cat, "There are mostly old people and children in the village, and there are fewer young adults, and each household has no more than ten days of food storage - But everyone’s fields are well taken care of, what about yours?”

"Exactly the opposite of you." Ling tilted his head, the smile on his lips was much lighter, "This is really the last situation you want to encounter... rest in hiding, operate in the early morning, as long as you are in the cottage, don't let anyone go. "

Uchiha Kenji nodded and said nothing more. Madara seemed to understand something, but he didn't care. No matter what connection those [thieves] had with [villagers], it had nothing to do with him. After all, this was just an ordinary task. That’s all.

When the moon disappeared and the morning sun did not rise, the three resting people started to move almost at the same time. They spoke in a low voice, "Kenji is going to the sentry tower, and I'm going to the house. I'll kill anyone I see when I pass by. Try not to make any noise. Madara, you follow me." Follow up with a last-ditch attack to prevent someone from pretending to be dead."

Taking advantage of the darkness of night, the three of them easily crossed the wall of the village. As the light of the sword passed by, the red flowers that represented the withering of life also bloomed quietly. A one-sided massacre was taking place. Staged in this cottage.

During this period, Madara stabbed the dagger hard into the neck of the person in front of him. The feeling of the blade cutting through the flesh and the ferocious and resentful expressions on people's faces when they were about to die made him extremely uncomfortable.

After walking through the cottage in general, the three of them stopped walking together and began to search separately for survivors in the cottage.

Madara also chose a direction and searched house by house, but he still couldn't help but recall the feeling of the sticky, warm blood falling on his hands and losing its warmth quickly.

[Is this what killing feels like... It's really unpleasant. 】

Stopping in front of a door again, Madara frowned as he listened to the heavy breathing behind the door. After gathering some strength, he concentrated chakra on the soles of his feet and kicked the door open.

The wooden board collapsed and flew apart at the moment of force, and the person hiding behind the door also fell to the ground with a cry of pain. Madara walked into the door, pulled out the short knife from his waist, and planned to kill this person so that he could search the next house. , but at this moment, a young voice sounded, "Bad guy! Don't touch my dad!"

Madara followed the sound and looked over, only to see a young girl looking at him angrily, while the woman behind the little girl pulled the girl with a look of horror on her face. Seeing Madara look over, the look of despair in her eyes became even more intense. Even more, "Please, please at least let the child go. She is still young and doesn't understand anything. She will forget all this soon, so please, show mercy!"

The woman's tearful plea made Madara pause slightly, and his eyes unconsciously swept across the simple and warm decoration in the room. He lowered his eyes, but the hand holding the knife became harder, "I'm sorry... this is my mission. I’ll give you a good time.”

As the words fell, Madara's sword flashed in his hand and pierced directly into the chest of the man who had just been kicked away by him and was about to sneak attack him. As the warm blood spilled, the room also ushered in silence.

[Again, the content of this book is purely fictional. The behavior of the characters in the book does not represent the author’s views. Readers are requested not to imitate the behavior of the characters in this book and speculate on the author. 】

[Again, the content of this book is purely fictional. The behavior of the characters in the book does not represent the author’s views. Readers are requested not to imitate the behavior of the characters in this book and speculate on the author. 】

[Again, the content of this book is purely fictional. The behavior of the characters in the book does not represent the author’s views. Readers are requested not to imitate the behavior of the characters in this book and speculate on the author. 】