The dilapidated wooden door slammed shut with a “bang.” Yuya leaned his back against the door panel, listening until there was absolutely no movement on the street outside, before sliding down to the floor like a deflated balloon and exhaling a long, heavy breath.
He pulled the shoji door shut tightly, and after confirming that no one could peek in, he nimbly sat cross-legged on the tatami and directly summoned the system interface.
The task settlement details page was glittering with gold light.
At the very bottom, a line of small print was hidden: [The number of public witnesses, the danger level of the target character, and the degree of behavioral contrast will significantly increase the reward weight.] Staring at this line of text, Yuya understood.
Simple social death is just for clowns; this time, the system’s main focus is the “troll” logic—the more onlookers there are, and the more outrageous the plot becomes, the richer the rewards.
This isn’t losing face; this is clearly stacking a thousand layers of armor for himself!
That guy Itachi is a ruthless person who would even slash his own parents for the sake of the Village’s peace.
A guy who is rational to the point of being abnormal isn’t afraid of you having explosive combat power; he’s only afraid of you not playing by the rules.
He definitely can’t be sure right now whether Yuya is truly crazy or if he is bait thrown out by some faction.
Before finding out the truth, keeping a “lunatic” like Yuya under observation in the open is definitely more in line with his logic of operation than just cutting him off.
Itachi’s bottom line is firmly stuck on “the Uchiha Clan Massacre plan must not be exposed.” As long as he doesn’t touch this high-voltage line and just keeps frantically testing the edge of “going crazy in public,” that living Yama can only stare helplessly.
After all, to kill a publicly recognized useless homosexual, making the whole Village watch is a losing deal no matter how you calculate it.
Having figured out the logic, Yuya rubbed his hands together, his gaze burning as he stared at the rewards he had just received.
Three Body Technique MAX!
This is a god-tier survival skill for the current stage.
He scrambled up, stood in the center of the room, and his hands moved so fast they left afterimages.
Ram – Boar – Ox – Dog – Tiger.
This time, the Chakra in his body was as obedient as a tamed husky, following his meridians exactly where he directed it, prioritizing smoothness.
With a soft “bang,” the white smoke dispersed.
An “Uchiha Fugaku” with identical forehead wrinkles made a brilliant entrance.
Yuya touched the thick arms he had transformed into, feeling the negligible Chakra consumption in his body.
Stable as a dog!
With this consumption rate, he could stroll around the Village with the Transformation Technique active all day without even panting; his endurance had more than quintupled.
Disengaging the transformation, he immediately tested the Clone Technique and Body Replacement Technique.
The max-level Clone Technique was absolutely amazing; the position and posture of the phantoms were entirely up to his will, and he could even leave behind an afterimage that was in the middle of forming hand signs while sprinting.
If used in actual combat, this would definitely be a perfect god-tier skill to blind the opponent and bait out their ultimate moves.
And the Body Replacement Technique made him exclaim, “Good grief!” The original version required finding a wooden log in advance, and the range was pathetically short.
Now, within a ten-meter range, as long as it’s an inanimate object, he can instantly swap places with it just by looking at it.
He locked his eyes on the broken broom in the corner.
Without even forming signs, with a mere thought, a small wisp of Chakra locked onto it.
Swish!
His vision blurred, and his whole body was already pressed against the corner.
That broken broom landed on the tatami where he had just been standing with a “clatter.” Zero latency!
No post-cast delay!
Even the air fluctuations were negligible.
How is this still the standard Genin Three Body Technique?
This is clearly a low-spec version of Flying Thunder God combined with Kamui!
Faking death, breaking line of sight, infinite kiting.
This is the correct way to use the Three Body Technique MAX; he really won big this time.
After enjoying the skills, Yuya glanced at the progress bar for [Mental Resilience Modification].
Stuck firmly at 10%, stable as Mount Tai.
The system note was very realistic: It can only withstand small winds and waves.
If he were stubborn enough to go and take Lord Itachi’s Tsukuyomi head-on, he would definitely be insta-killed, leaving not even ashes behind.
This thing currently counts as a passive damage reduction BUFF at best; don’t count on it to save his life.
He looked down at the courtyard; he had made a few shallow pits while testing the Body Replacement Technique.
He quickly took the broom to level the ground, even placing the replaced piece of firewood back to its original position without any difference.
Develop discreetly, don’t be reckless.
In this Konoha filled with “surveillance cameras,” he must continue to be that super weakling whose fingers would fracture from forming hand signs.
Only by surviving can you deal damage!
After finishing the job of destroying the evidence, Yuya sat back down at the small low table.
There are less than three full days left until the Night of the Massacre.
The first wave of wool-gathering was satisfying, but to survive in that shura field, or even take advantage of the chaos, these trump cards aren’t even enough to fill the gaps in his teeth.
On his retina, the system forum interface popped up.
The advanced “Bounty Question” function was flashing with an enticing light.
He didn’t rush to be a keyboard warrior, but instead took out a charcoal pencil and frantically brainstormed on a scrap of paper.
Posting directly to ask “How to crush Itachi”?
That would be pure brainstem deficiency.
The silly netizens would definitely trick him into sliding into him, and in the end, he wouldn’t even need an urn.
He must frantically hint to these netizens to come up with some outrageous yet actionable tactics.
There is only one core goal: how to fry Lord Itachi’s CPU, make him hesitate for fear of the consequences, and ideally, get him to proactively kick Yuya off the massacre blacklist!
He bit the pen barrel, his imagination running wild.
Go to the roof of the Hokage Building and streak while dancing to Gokuraku Jodo?
No, he’d probably be shot on the spot by the Anbu as a pervert the moment he stripped naked.
Go to the entrance of the Konoha Military Police Force and fake an injury for extortion?
Even worse; those arrogant Uchiha would beat the crap out of him on the spot.
He must find a perfect entry point that can both explode onto the trending topics and not result in his immediate death.
“The ‘public confession’ trick is already old; doing it again is just pure trash work.” “I need to open up my perspective and switch to a new track…” He scribbled “Konoha Higher-ups,” “Danzo,” and “Hiruzen Sarutobi” on the paper, thought about it, and then crossed them out fiercely with his pen.
Provoking these old schemers who have more holes in their hearts than lotus roots right now is strictly looking for death.
He still has to gather wool from the Uchiha powder keg.
Just as he was racking his brain, preparing to edit a clickbait-style title.
Outside the courtyard gate, a series of light, subtle footsteps suddenly approached.
The footsteps were kept very light, but in the dead silent afternoon, they could be heard clearly.
Immediately after, the door panel was knocked on.
“Knock, knock.” The charcoal pencil in Yuya’s hand suddenly stopped.
A hushed voice came from outside the door, revealing a sense of condescending impatience.
“Yuya, are you home?” “Captain Itachi asked me to come and do a spot check to see if you are staying home obediently.” Yuya recognized this unlucky voice in a second; it was definitely that patrolling extra who was blabbering and mocking him at the shrine entrance just now!
Yuya casually threw away the charcoal pencil, grabbed the scrap paper on the table filled with secrets, balled it up, and shoved it directly into his mouth.
His cheeks bulged as he chewed and chewed, swallowing it forcefully.