The Konoha Military Police Force’s main duty was to maintain the village’s public order.
Personnel entering and exiting the village had to register their information, and a copy was reported to the Police Force.
Senya had not joined the Police Force, so according to regulations, he had no authority to access these records.
With Uchiha Setsuna’s support, however, this was naturally no longer an issue.
The records administrator carried out stacks of documents from the filing cabinets, piling them up to a height of two meters.
He said respectfully, “These are the records registered within the past six months.” Senya’s eyelid twitched heavily.
If he searched through this alone, who knew how long it would take.
“Senior Hikura, please help me gather a few capable clansmen to search through this together.” Uchiha Hikura didn’t say a word and easily found six free laborers downstairs.
Even the weakest among them had awakened a one-tomoe Sharingan, and on average, they were all chunin.
Before speaking, Senya glanced at the records administrator, who smartly left the archives room, pulling the door shut behind him.
“I am Uchiha Senya, but you can all just call me Senya.
My target today is a carpenter named Genno.
He might have registered under a different name, so to prevent any omissions, please filter out all the carpenters in the records.” “Once we’re done, I’ll treat everyone to a good meal.” “Do exactly as Senya says.
This matter concerns the clan, so there must be no mistakes,” Uchiha Hikura said in a deep voice.
He was Uchiha Setsuna’s trusted aide; at times, he could directly represent Uchiha Setsuna!
These six clansmen were very enthusiastic and eager to contribute.
Without asking a bunch of noisy questions, they decisively summoned their Shadow Clones and buried themselves in the work.
It had to be said, the efficiency of ninjas working was truly beyond words.
Shadow Clones were the ultimate workhorses!
If this were his past life, a single person would be an entire construction crew!
It would be a shame not to use such a practical ninjutsu for a 24/7 grind.
Half an hour later, a clansman holding a piece of paper said, “Senya-kun, I found him.” Senya quickly took the document, read it from top to bottom, and smiled.
“That’s him!” Uchiha Hikura glanced at the document.
A one-inch photo was attached to the top left corner, showing an old man with a very kind smile.
“I’d like to ask everyone to deploy and help me apprehend him.” Everyone enthusiastically agreed.
For no other reason than they simply couldn’t stand seeing evil breed!
On the way, Uchiha Hikura asked in a low voice, “Is there something special about this carpenter named Genno?” “He can provide another layer of insurance for the clan.” Senya asked in return, “Senior Hikura, is there anyone in the clan skilled in ninjutsu interrogation?” In the ninja world, conventional interrogation methods were useless; ninjutsu was required to pry open a ninja’s mouth.
Uchiha Hikura smiled and volunteered himself.
“Me.
Don’t forget, the Sharingan isn’t just for combat.” The Sharingan’s functions were comprehensive and powerful, and its awakening rate was quite high.
This was also a major reason why it was known as the number one kekkei genkai in the ninja world!
Genno was already in his sixties.
His greatest interest was sitting alone in a tavern during his free time, drinking a little sake.
Today was the weekend, and even the harshest employers had to give their workers a day off.
Genno sat in the tavern, having ordered a cheap jug of sake and a small plate of crispy roasted beans.
He grabbed the jug, and the clear liquor flowed from the spout into his cup.
Genno lowered his head, staring at the liquor in his cup.
In a daze, he once again saw a raging sea of fire.
The shrill sounds of slaughter and cries for help echoed in his ears.
His family, his homeland, had all been reduced to ashes by the bandits of Konoha.
Genno picked up his cup and downed it in one gulp, as if trying to swallow all his hatred and pain into his stomach.
Suddenly, his muscles tensed up like a wild beast ready to explode at any moment.
He sensed danger!
“Carpenter Genno, someone reported you to us, claiming that you cut corners and used substandard materials, causing their house to collapse and resulting in financial losses.
Please come with me to the Police Force to cooperate with the investigation.
Rest assured, we will not wrong a good person, nor will we let a bad person go!” A clear, clean voice rang in Genno’s ears.
Just hearing this voice was enough to win some goodwill.
Surely, the person speaking must be a good man with a heart full of fairness and justice!
Genno’s muscles relaxed slightly, and the vigilance in his heart mostly dissipated.
His craftsmanship was exquisite and universally praised, so many employers sought him out.
From time to time, jealous peers would try to cause trouble for him using various methods.
Over the years, he had gotten used to it.
Genno turned around with a bitter expression, the wrinkles on his forehead bunching together, and said hoarsely, “I’m being framed.” Anyone seeing such an old man would feel a sense of compassion.
Senya’s eyes were clear and clean, like the water of a snowy mountain lake, capable of reflecting people’s souls.
“Please rest assured, if you are being framed, I will definitely give you a fair resolution!” Saying that, he pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs from behind his waist.
‘This is too damn fair!’ Genno thought.
Senya smiled apologetically, gripping the handcuffs tightly like a nervous young man enforcing the law for the first time.
“I’m sorry, old man, but these are the Police Force’s regulations.” “You can’t falsely accuse me.” This business-like demeanor did not arouse Genno’s suspicion.
“I, Uchiha Senya, am an ally of justice!” Senya flashed a perfect, toothy smile, looking just like a passionate, sunny, and slightly dramatic youth.
It had to be said, having a good appearance was incredibly useful.
If it had been someone else with a fierce, thuggish face, Genno definitely wouldn’t have had this attitude.
“Consider it my bad luck.
Come on.” Genno proactively held out his hands, cooperating fully as the handcuffs were put on.
“Old man, to prevent your other employers from recognizing you, it’s best if you put this on.” Senya thoughtfully pulled an animal mask out of his all-purpose ninja pouch.
‘How thoughtful,’ Genno mused.
Genno took the mask and cooperatively put it on.
His grand blueprint still had a few areas left to complete.
Before his plan was finished, he couldn’t afford to lose this job.
For the sake of his cause, Genno proactively asked, “Can we take a secluded route?” “Of course,” Senya agreed generously.
This was exactly what he wanted as well.
The tavern owner stood by the door, looking as if he wanted to say something but didn’t dare to speak.
“How much?” The tavern owner hadn’t expected Senya to actually ask how much it was.
He hurriedly said, “Lord Ninja, it’s free, it’s free.
We’re having a promotion today, all-you-can-drink for free.” The Military Police Force was not to be trifled with.
This was what most ordinary people thought.
They would rather bear the loss themselves than offend someone from the Police Force.
That would be even more troublesome.
“How much?
I don’t like taking advantage of others,” Senya repeated.
“160 ryo.” The owner looked a bit timid and uneasy.
“Here is 160 ryo.
We are guardians who protect civilians, not thugs who extort and demand bribes.” Senya revealed a clean, sunny smile, dispelling the owner’s unease.
It also won him a bit of goodwill from Genno.
The tavern owner stared blankly at the bills in his hand, somewhat in disbelief.
He raised his head and watched Senya’s retreating back, which seemed to glow brightly under the sunlight.
‘If only all the lords in the Police Force were like him.’