It was as if she had started a chain wave, as the root's began to let go of their weapons and sit down on the floor with their hands behind their heads. At least my reputation was good for something.
The masked men who had rushed forward began to tie up the prisoners carefully, putting on seals of paralyzing and chakra blocking, and then leading them to the tunnel from the base.
From Hyuga's reports, there were only a couple of checkpoints and one patrol, totaling only six fighters who posed no threat to us, and the other part was already under the control of the Anbu Commander, so, in fact, the task was accomplished and surprisingly bloodless, considering the number of forces involved on both sides.
- Thank you," Jiraiya nodded at me, flashing a white-toothed smile, "for a moment, I thought the stubs were going to fight to the last man.
- They had barely a couple of jonins and the rest were chunin," I shrugged, "Against us and twice as many Anbu, it's a questionable decision.
- They were their own, even though they were under Danzo's command," the Hokage's apprentice sighed, shaking his head, "but to kill their own, just because of a difference in viewpoints on being a shinobi, pushed them to join the Anbu Ne, not the usual...
It felt like Jiraiya had conflicted feelings about it.
- At least it's all over safely and we can finally end this long day," I craned my neck and covered a yawn with my hand, "personally, I want to be back in bed before the sun comes up.
***
While Konoha's forces were just putting together the raid, a stealthy shadow slipped into Anbu Ne's secret base, moving invisibly and silently to the shinobi sentries and patrols.
The clone, with the sensory ability of the original, easily found areas of the shadow where no one would see it and quickly found the location of Danzo's office, closed and with many traps activated, which proved useless against the night visitor.
The light burning in it, left on by the owner who obviously expected to return soon, only made it easier to break in. A dark figure rose from the shadows and without wasting any time, rushed to the filing cabinets, checking the traps beforehand.
Fortunately, despite Shimura's paranoia, the old man hadn't mined his own office at the secret base, which additionally played the role of an archive of Anbu Ne's left-handed dealings, allowing Ryo's copy to save some time.
The four tall and wide cabinets were crammed with folders of papers, books and scrolls without any visible system, which made it take the clone about ten minutes to figure out where everything was, randomly pulling documents off the shelves and quickly looking through them.
Some were immediately withdrawn, and most were returned to their place of no practical interest.
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