"DIE!"
With a furious roar, the first massive figure lunged forward, his fist rocketing toward Yoru like a cannonball—imbued not just with brute strength, but a surge of chakra as well.
Yoru's eyes narrowed.
So, the ANBU jailers loosened their seals just enough to let them use some chakra and physical power. But not enough to break out.
Of course, to them, I'm just a cripple now. They think this paltry amount of chakra and numbers are enough to finish me.
BOOM—
The vicious strike landed with a deafening impact.
In the darkness, even these ruthless killers could barely make out Yoru's silhouette. Hearing the sound of impact, many of them grinned savagely, cheering as if victory was already theirs.
But then—
"AAAAAAAGH!"
A bloodcurdling scream tore through the prison.
"W-What the hell?!"
They knew that voice.
CRACK!
A brittle snap—bones shattered like firecrackers, splintering into fragments.
The man didn't even have the strength to scream anymore.
Yoru's fist had caved in his skull, smashing his temple with enough force to send his body slamming into the stone floor. Blood gushed out—his life snuffed out instantly.
DING!
[You have slain a criminal. Upholding justice—virtue rewarded!+80 Virtue Points!]
"H-Huh?!"
"What just happened?!"
"Boss… he's…"
"DEAD?!"
In the pitch-black cell, fourteen hardened killers stood frozen, staring in disbelief.
None of them could comprehend what had just happened.
Then—Yoru stepped forward.
His Sharingan burned crimson in the dark, locking onto them like a predator sizing up prey.
"You…"
"are all going to die."
"T-The Sharingan?!"
"Why… why can he still use it?!"
"Shit! SHIT!"
These men weren't ordinary thugs—they were the worst of the worst, monsters even the ANBU deemed irredeemable.
"Who cares?! KILL HIM!"
"It's him or us!"
"DIE!"
In an instant, the remaining convicts charged at once.
Even with their seals partially lifted, their attacks were brutal, ruthless, and lethal—strikes aimed to maim, to butcher.
But Yoru just smirked.
To his Sharingan, their movements were laughably slow.
THUD!
CRACK!
BAM!
Fist for fist.
Blood for blood.
Every punch they threw, Yorureturned tenfold. Every kick, he countered with bone-shattering force.
They pulled out hidden weapons—rusty kunai, jagged shuriken, sharpened spikes—stabbing wildly into the dark.
But Yorudodged them all, moving like a ghost.
Then—his fingers closed around a rusted kunai.
A cruel grin split his face.
ZZZT—
CRACKLE!
A blinding surge of lightning erupted, coating the blade in crackling electricity.
"T-That's—?!"
Now armed, Yoru could truly indulge in the slaughter.
No hesitation. No mercy.
Just pure, exhilarating carnage.
"DIE."
His Sharingan flashed as lightning split the darkness.
Lightning Release Ninja Art—
False Darkness Blade!
SLASH!
SPLURT!
Three men fell in an instant—bisected, their bodies exploding from the electric discharge before they even hit the ground.
Yoru didn't stop.
The electrified kunai carved through flesh and bone, reaping lives like a scythe through wheat.
DING!
[You have slain a criminal. +80 Virtue Points!]
DING!
DING!
Yoru ignored the notifications, lost in the bloodlust.
His blade moved like death itself—each swing claiming another life.
Even a rusted kunai, infused with his Lightning Release, became a sword of annihilation.
"AAAAAAAH!"
Screams of agony filled the prison.
Fear. Desperation. Terror.
But those struck by Yoru's blade didn't even get to scream—their bodies detonated from the inside, reduced to mangled meat.
In seconds, half the convicts were dead.
The survivors broke, scrambling backward, pleading:
"N-No! STOP!"
"Spare me! I-I'm a spy from Iwagakure! The Tsuchikage will reward you—"
"I'm a Konoha shinobi! I just killed my teammate by accident, I don't deserve—"
SLASH!
Yoru didn't care.
Lightning tore through them, silencing their excuses forever.
Even with their seals loosened, they were nothing against him.
Prey.
By now, only three remained—
But the ANBU jailers had finally arrived.
The leader, Aburame Shouhei, burst in—horror twisting his face.
"W-What the hell is this?!"
"Uchiha Yoru… HOW?!"
His men rushed in, trying to stop the massacre.
But Yoru wasn't done.
His Sharingan flared, and two more heads rolled.
One left.
At the same time, four ANBU guards attacked from behind!
They assumed Yoru had merely forced open his seals—that he couldn't possibly be at full strength.
Otherwise, they'd never have dared approach.
But Yoru had been holding back this whole time.
He turned—smirking.
Aburame Shouhei's blood ran cold.
"WATCH OUT—!"
Too late.
Yoru's Sharingan locked onto every weakness, every opening.
Then—
FLASH!
A single slash.
Four bodies hit the ground.
Blood sprayed.
Lightning detonated inside them.
One strike—four kills.
All dead.
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