C-rank mission.
A mission that could cause injuries.
The job might be mainly to participate in wars, guard, conduct investigations, capture or crusade against ferocious beasts, and deliver confidential documents based on invitations from other countries.
The reward was thirty thousand to one hundred thousand taels.
During the C-rank mission, they would not encounter ninjas.
Therefore, it was relatively easy.
At the entrance of Muye Village, when the Night Eight Swords and Weasel arrived, a group of people had already been waiting for a long time.
Other than the brown-haired man and the pockmarked man who wanted to show Eight Swords their might yesterday afternoon, there was also a squinty-eyed old man dressed in luxurious clothes.
He was a distant relative of a high-ranking noble in the Country of Tang.
Yes, a distant relative of a noble, living a comfortable life several times richer than a ninja.
This time, he came to the Fire Country for fun.
Now that he had finished his fun, he should go back.
The mission of Eight Swords and the others was to send him to the Country of Tang smoothly.
"Ah, it's just two little brats. How can Naruto do such a thing?”
The old man in luxurious clothes was displeased, as if the arrival of Ye Bajian and Weasel made him feel unreliable.
This was the current Mu Ye.
A piece of trash from a foreign country was able to criticize Naruto's actions.
Eight Swords sneered.
This kind of disrespect, or perhaps treating ninjas with a proper attitude, was a traditional problem left over from history.
No one knew when it started, but ninjas had become just objects that could be used in the eyes of these people.
Pay, do.
If he didn't do it well, he would be reprimanded.
Was this a ninja?
In the end, this attitude had probably started since the establishment of Ninja Sect.
He would casually distribute the precious chakras to others, and finally let everyone have the qualifications to refine the chakras.
This was not a legacy, but the main culprit that caused the increase in the number of deaths in the war.
When it came to the first generation of Naruto, the Thousand Hand Pillars, who managed the village, his humility made people look down on the village.
The Five Shadow Talks bowed. If not for the second generation's strong opposition, he would have given the tail beast to the other Ninja villages for free.
What kind of magnanimity was this?
Shaking his head, Eight Swords couldn't even be bothered with the other party and walked in front of the group.
The escort mission had officially begun.
However, as they advanced, the old man from the Country of Tang and the other two Genins kept their eyes on the young man walking in front.
The reason was very simple. Along the way, he had been waving the strange saber in his hand.
"Jian-sang, isn't today's training over?”
Weasel, who was beside Eight Swords, asked curiously.
Today, he and Jian Sang went straight to Muye Village from the training ground. He woke up early and sweated with Eight Swords at the training ground.
"Training is over? Weasel, there was no end to cultivation.”
Shaking his head, Eight Swords heaved a sigh of relief.
His daily mission had been upgraded. Every time he swung his sword, he would accumulate more points.
As expected of you.
Jian Sang.
He nodded and started moving his hands.
In order to conserve his shuriken, he couldn't throw it like he did in the training ground. This time was perfect for practicing his hand seal speed.
Looking at Weasel, Eight Swords finally swallowed the words he wanted to say.
That's right, he really wanted to tell Weasel that only honest people would continue to form seals in the later stages.
Didn't that thing just clap its hands and call out to it?
After thinking about it, he gave up.
At the very least, it was not a bad thing to practice the speed of hand seals now.
He grabbed the wine gourd and took a sip while waving the knife. His gaze inadvertently glanced at the forest beside him.
He still came.
Even under his influence, Itachi graduated a year earlier, but he still couldn't escape his fate.
Had he been discovered?
After the group of people passed by, a masked figure appeared in the shadows.
It was obvious that they had been targeted.
As for the reason, other than his curiosity, there was also Kakashi's words in front of the tablet.
Whenever he saw them, he would always think of his past self?
Ridiculous!
Destroying the beliefs of others was like destroying his own beliefs!
This was what Dadi had to do.
The game had just begun!
……
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The team continued to move forward.
However, just as they were about to pass through a dense forest, a dozen fully armed warriors suddenly blocked their way.
Enemy attack!
In an instant, the atmosphere in the team froze.
The pockmarked man, who had regained his senses, quickly grabbed Kunai and held it in his hand. Then, he shouted towards the front," Quickly retreat and protect Master Nani!”
Was that so?
So he was called Nani.
Weasel didn't move at all. He had already pulled out his shuriken and was ready to attack at any moment, but Eight Swords took a step forward in the opposite direction.
"As expected, he's just a facade. I'm afraid he's already scared silly! In the end, they still didn't know how to cooperate and didn't listen to commands.”
The brown-haired man said angrily.
Killers didn't waste time talking nonsense.
When Eight Swords took a step forward, a figure had already rushed in front of him.
The blade flashed, and dark red blood dripped onto the ground.
"Jian Sang."
Behind the young man, Weasel looked worriedly at the long saber that was grabbed by Eight Swords with one hand.
"Strength is still lacking."
He suddenly raised his head and saw something unusual in the young man's eyes.
It was fierce and wild!
Puchi!
Immediately after, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. An ordinary saber had already pierced through him.
This was the feeling of pain.
The feeling of a real battle!
At this moment, the bestial nature of the roaring evil spirit from the Death God World had completely fused with the Eighth Eventide Sword!
He was the Grim Reaper!
"Come, let's fight!"
Blood splattered on his face, and Weasel saw his face gradually contorting from excitement.
The young man in front of him was familiar yet unfamiliar.
But there was no doubt that he was Jian Sang.
Following the young man's footsteps, Weasel also rushed forward.
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