After Shūjin finished explaining the talismans and Inabi had gained a basic understanding, Uchiha Mo immediately moved into action.
He pulled a heavy black rectangular device from his pocket.
A Nokia 3310.
Its solid build and tiny screen made it a classic of this era—rumored to be durable enough to stop bullets.
"This is a communication tool in this world. It's called a phone."
As he spoke, he flipped open the keypad cover with one hand, his thumb already moving skillfully across the buttons.
At the same time, he casually tossed two identical brick-like phones to Shūjin and Inabi—
Picked up during their earlier "shopping."
"Split up. That's the most efficient."
"Primary objective—gather all information related to the AllSpark fragments."
"Abnormal energy readings, unidentified objects, alien footage, photos—anything could be a lead."
He lifted his gaze and swept it across the two of them.
"As for the Energy Matrix… I have a lead. I need to confirm it."
Inabi caught the heavy device, feeling its weight.
He flipped it open, imitating Mo.
After pressing a few buttons, he quickly grasped most of its functions.
"I have no objections."
"Same here," Shūjin added.
Mo nodded and snapped the phone shut with a crisp click.
"Remember this."
"If you encounter potential informants—whether they're officials, soldiers, or underworld types—use whatever method works best to make them talk."
He paused briefly.
"I don't need to teach you how to pry open someone's mouth."
"Genjutsu. Interrogation. Tracking."
"These are our specialties."
"According to the 'six degrees of separation' theory—any two people in this world can be connected through at most six intermediaries."
"So don't overlook even the smallest clue. Follow the chain, and you'll eventually reach the source."
The meaning was clear:
For intelligence—
Any means necessary.
Inabi tightened his grip on the "brick," treating it like a new kind of ninja tool.
"If something goes wrong—if we're tracked or intercepted—how do we handle it?"
Mo looked at him.
His eyes were calm.
Cold.
Only one word left his lips.
"Kill."
"No need to worry about exposure or mission penalties. Survival comes first."
"In my team, your life matters more than the mission."
Of course—
That priority applied only to Uchiha.
"Understood."
A cold glint flashed in Inabi's eyes.
He nodded without hesitation.
For an Uchiha—
Killing was never something to deliberate over.
"Any other questions?" Mo asked.
Both Inabi and Shūjin shook their heads.
"Good."
Mo tapped the Nokia lightly.
"Memorize the numbers. If you find critical intel or encounter an enemy you can't handle alone—contact me immediately."
"Now—disperse."
The moment his words fell—
His figure distorted slightly, like a shadow melting into sunlight—
And vanished.
Inabi and Shūjin exchanged a glance.
No further words were needed.
They turned—
And moved in different directions.
...
Three days later.
Inabi leaned against the window of a cheap rental apartment, pulling the curtain aside slightly as he overlooked the endless flow of city lights below.
The unease he had felt upon arriving in this unfamiliar world—
Was gone.
A ninja's adaptability had taken over.
Neon lights flickered.
Traffic flowed like rivers of steel.
Even after three days—
The scale of this city still shocked him.
It was bigger than Konoha.
Much bigger.
And the population…
Billions.
Unimaginable.
The entire ninja world barely reached a fraction of that.
However—
The people here were weak.
Over three days of observation—
He hadn't detected any chakra or similar energy.
Slow.
Fragile.
Untrained.
But—
In contrast—
The weapons of this world surprised him.
From television news—
And from "questioning" a few unlucky thugs—
Inabi learned about firearms.
Their power, range, and precision far exceeded anything a ninja academy student could evade.
And beyond that—
Fighter jets.
Rocket launchers.
Missiles.
Aircraft carriers.
And…
Nuclear weapons.
The ultimate weapon of humanity.
Even he couldn't ignore that.
If caught in open terrain under concentrated fire—
Even he would be in danger.
But still—
Weapons had to hit to matter.
And before the Sharingan—
That wasn't so easy.
"Found it! I found it!"
A sudden shout interrupted his thoughts.
Inside the cramped apartment—
Filled with electronics and snack wrappers—
There was another person.
A fat man.
Black hair.
Yellow skin.
According to this world—
An Asian.
His online alias—
"Data Ghost."
Inabi had tracked him down through information brokers.
A small-time figure in the darker corners of the internet.
Skilled at uncovering deleted or encrypted data.
What Inabi couldn't understand—
Was why someone with such ability lived in such a filthy, chaotic place.
More confusing—
Was the man himself.
To speed things up—
Inabi had used Sharingan genjutsu on him once.
Forced information out.
Ordered him to search.
By all logic—
The man should have been terrified.
Or resentful.
At the very least—
Submissive.
But instead—
The fat man looked at him with almost fanatical admiration.
Since then—
He obeyed every instruction without resistance.
No further genjutsu needed.
Highly efficient.
Even proactively offering new leads—
Like presenting treasures.
That attitude…
Reminded Inabi of a term he had seen online.
Fanatic.
It felt…
Strange.
He was used to forcing obedience through power.
This kind of voluntary, almost worship-like submission—
Was unfamiliar.
"Boss! Look at this!"
Lide—his face flushed with excitement—pointed at the central monitor.
On the screen—
Blurry satellite images.
And a heavily distorted phone video.
His entire body trembled with excitement—
As if he had just uncovered something extraordinary.
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