At 3:40 PM, Kotaro, the head of the Logistics Departnt, was driven out of the warehouse by Uchiha clan mbers.
He watched as these Uchiha clan mbers busily transported supplies and quickly distributed them at the warehouse entrance, a hint of unease flashing in his heart. He had not attended the ergency eting just now, so he was unaware of the impending danger, but the scene before him was enough to alert him.
'Damn it, the injured and dical ninjas are starting to evacuate, and they're setting up a lot of traps inside the stronghold, which ans they're preparing to abandon this stronghold. But why was I not inford about such a big matter? It seems I've been ostracized. Damn it, you bastards!'
Being able to hold the position of head of the Logistics Departnt indicated that Kotaro was not stupid, and after figuring these things out, he imdiately panicked.
'Iwagakure will probably attack tonight. I can't stay here and wait to die with them. My life is precious. I need to return to Konoha.'
Thinking this, he imdiately went back to his room to pack, preparing to slip away amidst the chaos.
But when Kotaro snuck to the stronghold entrance, he was stopped by two Uchiha guards.
One of the guards sternly said, "Stop! The stronghold is under lockdown now. No one is allowed to leave without orders."
Kotaro, trying to maintain his composure, explained, "There's a shortage of supplies on the front line right now. I need to return to Konoha to transport supplies. Even a short delay could an deaths, so can you bear the responsibility?"
The guard looked him up and down, his gaze falling on the package at his waist. "What's inside? I need to open it and check."
Kotaro's heart sank, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead. "Inside are seven storage scrolls, which I use to transport supplies. As for checking, there's no need, right? We've worked together on the front line for over a year, don't you trust ?"
However, this Uchiha guard completely ignored him and forcibly untied his package. When opened, he saw that there were only seven sealed storage scrolls inside.
The guard picked up a storage scroll and pressed, "What's inside these scrolls?"
Kotaro stamred, "It's… it's so docunts and personal items."
The two Uchiha guards exchanged glances, and one of them ford a few hand seals before slamming his palm onto the scroll. In an instant, things poured out of the scroll. But they were not docunts, but stacks and stacks of banknotes, piling up into a small mountain on the ground.
Seeing this, the other guard opened all the storage scrolls, and the result was seven piles of gleaming cash, particularly dazzling under the sunlight, making Kotaro's face turn pale.
Wealth moves hearts, especially seven piles of gleaming cash, conservatively estimated to be over 200 million ryo, so the number of onlookers instantly soared to hundreds.
Thinking that this guy had accused him of being bought by Iwagakure that morning, a surge of anger welled up in Shun's heart.
He activated his Three-Tomoe Sharingan, preparing to use Genjutsu on Kotaro for interrogation.
"By what ans did you acquire this money?"
Kotaro's gaze was dull, and his eyes were lifeless as he said, "I secretly impersonated deceased ninjas, signed the supply requisition forms, transported ninja tools and dicine out of the stronghold, and resold them in the Land of Rain's black market for profit."
No one had expected that this usually glib and cowardly fellow would be so audacious as to embezzle military supplies.
One explosive tag usually sells for about 600 ryo, and during warti, the price is about 1200 ryo.
How many supplies would he have to resell to earn over 200 million ryo?
Shun's voice carried a chilling intensity as he interrogated, "How many ninja tools and how much dicine did you sell in total?"
"I don't rember the exact numbers. I sold about 190 million ryo worth of ninja tools and over 74 million ryo worth of dicine."
Because the numbers didn't add up, Shun frowned and continued to interrogate, "Since you acquired 264 million ryo, then besides the 210 million ryo here, where is the rest of the money?"
Kotaro had a lecherous expression, seemingly still imrsed in a pleasure den, as he said, "I spent over 50 million ryo at a pleasure house."
Under the pressure of the Genjutsu, Kotaro confessed all his cris. When he awoke from the Genjutsu, he found himself tied to a wooden stake in the central plaza.
The matter grew larger and larger, with many people coming upon hearing the news, gathering in increasing numbers. Everyone looked at the seven small mountains of cash on the ground, all filled with indignation.
"No wonder there were always not enough dicines on the front line. It turns out this scoundrel stole them to exchange for money."
"This kind of traitor should just be killed directly."
Listening to the discussions around him, Shun remained expressionless.
According to Konoha's military law, embezzlent of military funds and desertion in battle are both serious cris. But if Kotaro were taken back to Konoha for trial, at most he would be imprisoned, and with the influence of the Shimura clan behind him, he might even be released in a few years.
Thinking this, Shun's eyes turned cold.
He called Inaho and whispered in his ear, "Go to the command room and tell the Kurama clan head about what happened here."
Inaho nodded slightly, then left using the Body Flicker Technique.
Seeing the increasingly cold expressions of the people around him, Kotaro felt a great sense of foreboding.
He shouted loudly, "My uncle is Danzo. If you kill , he will definitely retaliate."
Upon hearing Danzo's na, the surroundings instantly quieted for a second or two.
Seeing this situation, Shun held a kunai in each hand, constantly scraping them together, producing the unique sound of tal.
"People in front, please move aside. I'm going to practice throwing kunai. Don't block the way. If I accidentally stab soone, don't bla ."
Hearing this, the crowd in front made way.
Suddenly, Shun threw the two kunai in his hands, and they instantly plunged into Kotaro's eye sockets, a scream erupting.
"Ah… my eyes… my eyes… Ah… I will definitely kill you!"
Fugaku originally didn't want to get involved, but after seeing Kotaro's eyeballs burst, he had no choice but to step out.
"Shun, stop. I know he's guilty, but you can't resort to vigilante justice, that will bring trouble upon yourself."
Shun grinned maliciously and said, "Oh my, I warned everyone to pay attention before I practiced throwing kunai. I just didn't expect there to be a person in front of the wooden stake. Oh, it's all my fault for not being skilled enough. I burst his eyeballs, didn't I, everyone?"
Hearing this, the people around him imdiately chuckled and echoed, "Yes, we all heard him say he was going to practice throwing kunai, it was just an accident."
Hearing the people around him so cunningly defend Shun, Kotaro was both in pain and enraged.
"You… you bastards… I won't let you off!"
Seeing his arrogance, Unkai pulled out a kunai and plunged it directly into his mouth, then twisted it forcefully, instantly tearing out Kotaro's tongue.
Because more than half the casualties in the war were suffered by the Kurama clan, Fugaku rely frowned and decided not to ddle further, turning to leave.
Watching Fugaku leave, Shun revealed a cruel smile and said, "Do you all know why I am so angry? Because this beast's embezzlent led to a shortage of dicine, causing many injured to suffer from wound infections. To save dicine, dozens of severely injured chose to commit suicide. Tell , does he deserve to die?!"
"Kill him… Kill him… Kill him!"
Instantly, hundreds of Kunai and shuriken simultaneously shot towards Kotaro.
"Ah…"
A scream rang out, and then he was no more.
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