Naruto: The Ninja World's Life Buyer

Chapter 6 The Border of the Land of Fire

There was only one scream.

Then came deathly silence.

This silence is more terrifying than the noise.

Sosuke gripped the silver piece in his hand tightly.

His heart was racing, but his hands were steady.

The carriage curtain was lifted.

A knife was thrust inside.

The tip of the knife was stained with blood.

By the moonlight, Sosuke saw a face.

That's not the guard's face.

It was a face painted with camouflage paint, with a headband tied around its forehead.

There is a scratch in the middle of the forehead protector.

Rogue ninja.

Or a wandering ninja.

The man scanned the carriages.

His gaze fell on the goods, his eyes filled with greed.

He did not see Sosuke huddled in the shadows in the corner.

Or rather, in his eyes, goods were more important than people.

"Only salt."

The man whispered to his companion outside.

"Damn it." A hoarse voice came from outside. "Go check up ahead. That fat guy's car is definitely got something good out of it."

The man sheathed his knife and lowered the curtain.

The footsteps faded into the distance, heading towards Takaya Jiro's carriage.

Sosuke breathed a sigh of relief.

My clothes were soaked with cold sweat from my back.

This was the first time he had come so close to a ninja with murderous intent.

That sense of oppression didn't even require chakra; just that indifferent gaze was enough to suffocate someone.

The sounds of fighting could be heard outside.

It was very short-lived.

Several crisp sounds of metal clashing were heard, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

"Who goes there!"

The guard leader's roar finally rang out.

Torches were lit.

The entire camp erupted in chaos.

Sosuke did not move.

He's still waiting.

He was assessing the situation.

If it's a large-scale attack, going out now would be suicide.

Judging from the sounds, there aren't many enemies.

There are probably only two or three.

This is the style of wandering ninjas: infiltrate, assassinate, steal and run.

"Wind Release: Gale Palm!"

A low shout.

Then came the sound of howling wind.

Several guards screamed as they were sent flying, crashing into tree trunks and breaking their bones.

He really was a ninja.

Sosuke gritted his teeth.

Takaya Jiro cannot die.

That was his long-term meal ticket and his legal identity document.

If the fat man dies, the caravan will instantly fall apart, and he will once again become a refugee at the mercy of others.

Sosuke squeezed out through the gap in the wooden box.

He did not rush directly to the battlefield.

He went around to the back of the carriage.

He could see the situation on the field through the gaps in the wheels.

Three ninjas.

One of them is using Wind Release to suppress the guards.

The other two were besieging Takaya Jiro's carriage.

The guard leader was a trained fighter, probably a samurai, with decent swordsmanship, and he managed to hold off a ninja.

But another ninja had already jumped onto the roof of the carriage.

He raised his kunai, ready to pierce the roof of the car.

That was the spot where Takaya Jiro was lying.

Sosuke was about twenty meters away.

Too far.

He did not have the skill of throwing shuriken.

But he has money.

Or rather, he has gold.

Sosuke took a deep breath and pulled a handful of newly formed gold beads from his pocket.

It's only the size of a soybean.

There are about a dozen.

He didn't throw it at the ninja.

He threw it at the group of trembling refugees.

"Gold!"

Sousuke lowered his voice and shouted in an extremely sharp, greedy tone.

"Gold is everywhere!"

A dozen or so golden beads, illuminated by the firelight, traced shimmering golden parabolas as they landed in front of the refugee group.

A few even rolled to the feet of the wind-style ninja.

Human nature cannot withstand the test.

Especially in the face of hunger and despair.

Even if there are mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, as long as there is gold, people will rush in.

"Gold?"

"It really is gold!"

The refugees have gone mad.

Fear was overwhelmed by greed.

Hundreds of people surged forward like a tide.

Even a ninja would be stunned for a moment when faced with hundreds of reckless lunatics.

The wind-style ninja instinctively wanted to form hand seals to kill.

But there were too many refugees, crammed together in a chaotic mess, and some even grabbed his legs, just to snatch a single gold bean from the ground beneath his feet.

The area is closed.

The ninja who was standing on the roof of the car, ready to assassinate, was also shocked by this scene.

In that instant when he was distracted...

The guard leader seized the opportunity.

He roared, and a faint blue light emanated from his longsword—it was a chakra samurai sword.

"Iai!"

A flash of light.

The ninja on the roof screamed as one of his legs was chopped off.

Fresh blood gushed out.

"withdraw!"

Seeing that things were not going well, the leading wind-style ninja kicked away the refugee who was clinging to his leg, grabbed his injured companion, and threw a smoke bomb.

Pong!

Purple smoke billowed out.

When the smoke cleared, the three ninjas had vanished without a trace.

All that was left was a mess.

There were also many refugees who were trampled and injured while trying to grab the gold.

Sosuke stood in the shadows, watching this scene unfold.

His back was soaked with cold sweat.

But the effect is significant.

"Golden Escape" is indeed very useful.

It cannot be used to directly attack enemies, but it is an amazing skill for creating chaos.

Takaya Jiro was terrified.

The wound reopened, and the gauze was covered in blood.

Dr. Doi frantically tried to stop the bleeding.

The head of the guards walked over, his face grim.

He picked up a golden bean from the ground.

It was covered in mud and blood.

He glanced at the group of refugees, then at his surroundings.

"Who threw it?" he asked.

No one answered.

The refugees were busy hiding the gold they had stolen into their underwear.

The guard leader did not pursue the matter further.

Those who can save lives with gold, whether friend or foe, have at least been saved now.

He tossed the gold beans into his pocket and pretended not to see them.

After daybreak.

The convoy set off again.

The speed has obviously increased.

Everyone became extremely nervous and easily frightened.

Sosuke returned to Takaya Jiro's carriage.

The fat man was pale from blood loss, but the way he looked at Sosuke had changed.

That's the look you give to your own kind.

Last night, when he heard the word "Jinzi," although the voice had changed, he could still tell it was a young man's voice.

Moreover, only this "nephew" has the skill to do this.

A person who can throw gold like a stone in a life-or-death situation has a very broad perspective.

[Arrived in Konoha.]

Takaya Jiro wrote tremblingly on the paper.

Here's a shop for you.

Sousuke smiled.

This time it was a genuine laugh.

"I need a pharmacy," Sosuke said.

Takaya Jiro nodded.

three days later.

A vast forest appeared at the edge of the field of vision.

The trees were incredibly tall, each one reaching tens of meters in height.

At the edge of the forest, there is a wide road.

There are checkpoints along the main road.

On the massive wooden archway, the familiar swirling leaf logo is painted.

The border outpost of Konohagakure.

finally reached.

The Land of Fire.

The most prosperous and powerful nation in the ninja world.

The air seemed to become moist, carrying the fresh scent of earth and vegetation.

Compared to the rain and desolation of the land of rivers, this place is full of life.

The convoy stopped in front of the checkpoint.

Two Konoha Chunin wearing green vests walked over.

They looked relaxed and were even chatting.

This is the confidence of a great nation's ninja.

Here, no one dares to attack Konoha's outposts.

"Pass"

The Chunin extended his hand.

Takaya Jiro had the head of the guards hand him a document.

The Chunin glanced through the documents, his gaze sweeping over the convoy.

"Any contraband? Explosive tags? Poison?"

"No, it's all legitimate business. Salt, iron, and some furs."

The chunin nodded, ready to let them pass.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on Sosuke.

Sosuke was sitting on the carriage shaft, helping the doctor arrange the herbs.

"that."

The Chunin pointed at Sousuke.

"Why is there no chakra registration record?"

Sosuke's heart tightened.

He has been refining his chakra these past few days. Although it is weak, it is like a firefly in the dark to a ninja with keen senses.

Even the slightest difference makes a difference between ninjas and ordinary people.

"He's the boss's nephew," the head guard quickly explained. "He recently started learning how to refine chakra."

A Chunin walked over.

He looked Sosuke up and down.

That gaze was as if they were scrutinizing a product or a potential threat.

"Just developed chakra?" The chunin chuckled. "How old are you?"

"Fifteen." Sousuke replied.

"Only at fifteen years old did he begin to refine chakra..." The Chunin shook his head, the wariness in his eyes disappearing, replaced by a hint of disdain. "He missed his prime age. All he can do for the rest of his life is improve his physical health."

In Konoha, children begin refining chakra at the age of three or four.

He only started learning at fifteen, truly a complete waste of talent.

"Go inside," the Chunin waved his hand. "Don't cause trouble. These are critical times."

The wheels rolled, making a creaking sound.

Sousuke glanced back at the Chunin.

That disdain made him feel safe.

In this world where the strong are numerous, weakness is the best disguise.

The convoy entered the main road of the Land of Fire.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell on Sosuke's face.

variegated.

"Konoha".

Sosuke silently repeated the name in his heart.

That was the center of the ninja world, and also the largest vortex.

He, with hands that seemed to generate endless wealth, entered this enormous casino.