One Piece: I am Imu

A dim stone chamber, lit only by a single incandescent bulb casting a yellowish glow.

It seemed to be a room dedicated to interrogation—scattered everywhere were a variety of torture tools, and dried, dark bloodstains marked the floor.

At that moment—

Three Kumogakure shinobi were tied to a filthy wooden rack. Their heads hung limply, as if they had lost consciousness.

The surviving Kumogakure ninjas from the Land of Wind hadn't yet made it back to the Land of Lightning—the journey was long, after all.

But for a group of panic-stricken, injured Kumogakure shinobi to pass through without the Third Raikage among them—how could the intelligence divisions of other shinobi villages not take advantage of that?

So it was inevitable that a few Kumogakure shinobi would mysteriously go missing along the way.

"Sir, we've compiled all the information from their memories."

A male shinobi with light brown hair handed a notebook filled with dense writing to the figure who had been waiting behind him—Danzō.

"Hm."

Danzō accepted the notebook. The shinobi from the Yamanaka clan possessed a mind-reading technique so advanced that even if the target was dead, as long as the brain retained any activity, they could still retrieve memories.