True Evil Ninja

Surrounded on all sides, Yoru didn't retreat—instead, he charged forward. 

His Sharingan had already locked onto the ringleaders behind the ambush. 

And the sword in his hand—now crackling with lightning—finally unleashed its blinding radiance. 

CRACK! 

In the depths of this dark, suffocating prison, such a dazzling light had never been seen before. 

Yet… 

This was no beacon of hope—only death. 

Yoru's three-tomoe Sharingan whirled wildly, his peripheral vision dissecting every incoming attack with flawless precision. 

To him, the storm of violent strikes—fierce as a raging tsunami—moved in slow motion. 

He weaved through the chaos like a phantom, his body a blur of white lightning. 

Every brutal assault missed. 

And then— 

"Raiton: Nintaijutsu— 

"False Darkness Blade!" 

THUD. 

His sword plunged into the first target's throat. 

The masked Anbu's eyes widened behind his helmet—but before he could react, paralysis seized him. Then— 

BOOM! 

A burst of lightning tore through his neck, ripping his throat apart in a spray of blood and charred flesh. 

Half his skull vaporized on impact. 

The severed flesh? Already blackened by the sheer heat of the current. 

"A-AHHHHHH!" 

Even these Anbu—men who'd spent their lives drowning in blood and filth— 

Shuddered at the sheer brutality. 

"First." 

Yoru's voice was ice. 

Then— 

WHOOSH! 

He twisted, his body a streak of white lightning as his Raiton-charged blade cleaved through the next target. 

THUD. 

Before the stunned Anbu could react, the second strike pierced his chest. 

BOOM! 

Another explosion of lightning— 

Vaporizing his heart, lungs, and half his torso in a single, gaping hole. 

Yet the body remained standing—the hollow cavity offering a clear view of the horror behind him. 

"Second." 

The prison's depths had become a slaughterhouse. 

Even the most hardened criminals in nearby cells watched in terror. 

"H-He's a demon!" 

"What kind of power is that?!" 

But none trembled more than the kunoichi from Kirigakure—the spy cowering in the corner. 

She had no idea what Yoru would do to her next… 

For the first time, suicide seemed like mercy. 

"KILL HIM!" 

A roar snapped the Anbu from their stupor. 

They attacked—pouring everything they had into crushing Yoru where he stood. 

CLANG! 

A razor-sharp sword slammed down toward his back— 

But Yoru didn't even turn. 

His False Darkness Blade met the strike mid-air, sparks erupting in the darkness. 

For a single moment, the prison lit up— 

Then— 

Yoru whirled, his Sharingan's crimson glare flashing. 

"Genjutsu." 

A basic illusion—one any skilled shinobi could break. 

But even a fraction of hesitation was enough. 

SLASH! 

Yoru's blade sheared through the Anbu's sword arm—clean off. 

Payback for Yamakaze's lost limb. 

The man screamed, his body convulsing as residual lightning erupted— 

BOOM! 

Half his torso disintegrated in a spray of gore. 

"Third." 

Yoru butchered his way forward, drenched in blood—his own and theirs. 

He wasn't unscathed. 

This was Anbu territory. Every fighter here was elite. 

The survivors, though terrified, knew they had no choice— 

If this demon lived, they'd die anyway. 

"Fūton: Reppūshō!" 

A storm of wind blades shredded the air toward him. 

Yoru smirked, hands already weaving seals. 

"Katon: Ryūka no Jutsu!" 

A fire dragon erupted, swallowing the wind blades—only to explode outward in a rain of embers. 

The prison ignited. 

Screams. Panic. The criminals trapped in their cells howled as flames licked at their cages. 

The Kirigakure spy scrambled—her chakra sealed, helpless as fire closed in. 

Yoru? 

No mercy left. 

Sharingan. Katon. Raiton. Genjutsu. Kenjutsu. Nintaijutsu. 

Years of pent-up rage— 

Finally unleashed. 

"Fourth." 

"Fifth." 

Two more Anbu fell. 

Only one remained. 

And he broke. 

"N-NOT ME—!" 

The last target fled. 

Yoru leaped, hands already forming the final seal. 

"Raiton: Gian!" 

A spear of lightning lanced through the air— 

"GYAAAAAH—!" 

The man fried mid-step, his body charring instantly. 

Done. 

The squad that ambushed Yamakaze? 

Annihilated. 

Yet a dozen more Anbu still surrounded him—reinforcements closing in. 

But Yoru wasn't running. 

With a single swing, his blade shattered the bars of the Kirigakure spy's cell. 

He loomed over her, the flickering flames casting his bloodied face in hellish light. 

"P-Please…!" She gasped. "I—I was forced into this! The Bloody Mist… the Anbu… I had no choice—!" 

Yoru smiled. 

"Every monster has an excuse." 

His blade flashed. 

"I don't care." 

THUD. 

Her chest exploded open. 

DING! 

[You have slain the Kirigakure spy, freeing her from the torment of the Bloody Mist and Konoha's prison. Good deed! +100 Virtue Points.] 

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