In Konoha, your attributes double every day!

This is practically equivalent to fighting against the entire Hidden Stone Village.

"Just me and Class 9?" Namikaze asked again.

"The village's fighting strength is currently very strained..."

Namikaze left.

When Team 9 regrouped, Yamato was nowhere to be found.

Training ground No. 9.

Seeing Han Guang arrive late, Namikaze did not ask why.

After all, the break period was too short, and being late was inevitable.

"Our mission this time is to go to the Land of Grass and intercept the Iwa ninja!"

As soon as Namikaze finished speaking, Class 9 looked around.

"Teacher, what about the other teams?" Obito asked, looking puzzled.

Such a big mission, where are the other teams?

"Don't bother looking, there's only Class 9," Namikaze said, shaking his head.

"what?"

Everyone was stunned.

Only Han Guang stood with his hands in his pockets, nonchalant, as if he had expected this all along.

"But I'm afraid I can't even beat one Iwa ninja," Rin muttered softly.

“I think so too.” Uzuki Yugao chimed in, feeling a sense of shared misfortune with Rin.

"You're too scared." Hongdou pouted, but she was also incredibly nervous inside.

"Let's go! As for ninja tools, we can resupply at the supply stations along the way."

Namikaze was also helpless, so he led the team off.

Just half an hour after the ninth class departed.

After assisting Hiruzen Sarutobi with some official business, Danzo left the Hokage Building.

Whoosh!

A member of the Root clan appeared instantly and approached Danzo.

"Lord Danzo, the investigation has yielded results."

"Oh?" Danzo turned his head and gestured.

“Yesterday at noon, someone saw a boy enter Namikaze’s house.”

"A boy?" Danzo was taken aback.

"Yes! This is a portrait."

As he spoke, the Root Chief handed over a portrait.

Danzo glanced at the portrait and froze on the spot.

The portrait belonged to none other than his own top-notch undercover agent—

"A cold glint?"

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Chapter Fifty-Nine: The Cold Light of Kindness! Next time, hurry up with the hand seals!

Danzo never dreamed that the person who betrayed him would be the spy he himself had sent out.

But soon he realized something was wrong.

"No, how could Han Guang possibly know about my secret training of Wood Release ninjas?"

Even Hiruzen didn't know about such a confidential matter, let alone a young boy.

Next, Danzo began to trace the whereabouts of Han Guang from yesterday.

"As soon as the Ninth Platoon returned to the village, I summoned Han Guang to the barbecue restaurant."

"After he left, he went to Namikaze's residence."

"Did he go there voluntarily? Or was Namikaze using him?"

After some thought, Danzo found the answer.

"It must be Namikaze using the Cold Light as cover!"

"Damn it! Not only did he swindle students out of their bathhouse, but he also took advantage of them."

Thinking about this, Danzo felt that Han Guang was too naive.

Such an idiot, he wouldn't even know if he was sold out by Namikaze one day.

"It seems Han Guang won't be coming back from this mission with the Ninth Squad."

"What a waste of those bathhouses that cost hundreds of millions!"

Feeling a little regretful, Danzo crumpled the portrait into a ball.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Class 9 is heading towards the Land of Grass.

Because they departed in the afternoon, the ninth bus didn't travel for very long before it got dark.

Night falls.

Under the glow of the campfire, the map was revealed through the Namikaze Gate.

"At our pace, we should be able to enter the Land of Grass by tomorrow night."

"Next, I'm going to reassign the groups."

Regroup?

The team members looked at each other.

Class 9 currently has six students, so regrouping them is indeed feasible.

"Han Guang, Kakashi, and I are in one group! The rest of you are in the second group." Namikaze announced the group names.

"Wait a minute, teacher!"

Obito raised his hand, feeling that there was a big problem with this grouping.

"Teacher, you put all the strong students in one group, and even you are in the same group. Does that mean our second group is doomed?"

“Yes, teacher!” Lin echoed.

"Is this what they call the elite group and the laggard group?" Uzuki Yugao muttered.

"You guys~~"

Namikaze shook his head.

"Our group will enter the Land of Grass to intercept the Iwa ninja. Your group, on the other hand, will stay on the border and train with the defense forces."

This suggestion was actually made by Han Guang.

Han Guang felt that having several burdens with him made it difficult to operate effectively. If these guys got caught, it would be a real problem.

In that case, I'll have to bear the stigma of failing to save someone in distress.

After the groups were divided, the members of Group Two were visibly disappointed.

"Hey, Han Guang, move me to the same group." Obito leaned over and whispered.

"Are you sure?" Han Guang asked, quite surprised.

He originally thought Obito would be happy to stay in the second group, but this time he changed his mind?

"If I were in Group Two, I wouldn't be able to hold my head up high," Obito whispered.

"So that's what you were thinking." Han Guang remained silent.

To be honest, he didn't want Obito to join the group because he wasn't sure if something unexpected would happen during the mission.

So he refused.

"Are you still my good brother?" Obito asked, a little angry.

"Obito, a person should know their own limitations! What do you think?" Han Guang said meaningfully.

"you!"

"If you can withstand one of my punches, then we can have a round."

"Never mind, I'll stay in Group Two."

Obito left, dejected.

A moment later, Mitarashi Anko also came over.