Analyzing the Ninja World Starting from Konoha

Chapter 123 Finally Became an "Adult"

A week shouldn't be a problem.

It's still taking down a stronghold, which should keep Sunagakure quiet for a while.

Aoba stretched his shoulders, but thankfully it didn't affect his movements.

He then took a syringe from his ninja tool pouch at his waist.

Inside the transparent glass tube, the dark red liquid swayed slightly with his movements.

This is a blood sample he took while piercing Yekura's abdomen.

Even if Ebizo hadn't made a move, Aoba hadn't intended to kill Yokura.

That cut looked quite severe, but he actually avoided vital organs with precision.

This was incredibly easy for him, a medical ninja.

Even if you stab someone more than twenty times, they can still be diagnosed with a minor injury.

However, in this cruel world, the potential of going it alone is ultimately limited.

Now that he has decided to step into the limelight, building his own power base should also be put on the agenda.

To survive in this world, you need power and connections; otherwise, you'll always just be a nobody.

He needs to find like-minded people to deal with the inevitable crises to come.

Even though Nagato considered himself a god, he knew to recruit powerful rogue ninja as helpers to capture the tailed beasts.

Developing our own talent pool is too slow.

Especially in Konoha, there are countless dramas of masters and disciples turning against each other and fellow disciples killing each other.

It might be safer to directly seek out ninjas who were betrayed by their original villages and whose ideals were shattered.

After all, Obito had already demonstrated this in the later stages; the honest Kisame never betrayed Obito until his death.

And Yekura was his first target.

To stand out in a place like Sunagakure and compete with Rasa for the position of Kazekage, Pakura's talent and strength are undoubtedly exceptional.

He just lacked political talent.

This is understandable, after all. The Warring States period of the ninja world has only just ended, and the main duty of ninjas is to fight and kill. It is a bit of a stretch to expect a weapon to also have a certain level of political acumen.

Not everyone has the vision of the Second Hokage, Tobirama Senju. Not to mention Hiruzen Sarutobi and Danzo, even Koharu Utatane and Homura Mitokado had some political talent, not to mention Danzo.

Yekura still harbors illusions about Sunagakure.

The best time for him to make his move is when she has truly experienced betrayal from the village's higher-ups.

He turned his attention back to the blood sample in his hand. With this one, he now had two blood samples from bloodline ninjas.

This battle exposed many problems.

He simply had the advantage of terrain, which gave him destructive power comparable to that of an Actor, but that was all.

Destructive power does not equal lethality.

The Sand Manipulation Technique is essentially Earth Release, making it easy to counter.

Any ninja with some survival skills could survive his massive sandstorm.

Yekura's Scorch Release can easily melt sand. If it were to encounter a stronger Lava Release, or a highly corrosive acid mist like Kirigakure, simple sand defense would be completely inadequate.

Therefore, the development of bloodline limits is imminent, but the research on bloodline limits has reached a bottleneck. In addition to samples, it also requires specialized medical equipment, and chips are not a panacea.

In addition, his ninjutsu also needs to be upgraded through iterations.

After tonight, the name Yamashiro Aoba will be known throughout the intelligence departments of various countries.

His abilities, fighting style, and ninjutsu characteristics will all be on the desks of the Kage of the major ninja villages.

Targeted tactics will emerge soon.

He must upgrade his ninjutsu before the next battle.

Noon on the third day.

The sun on the Gobi Desert is still scorching.

A team of Konoha ninjas strode quickly toward base D13, their feet treading on the scorching sand.

Uchiha Kei and Ishida Ryoichi ran at the front of the group.

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Ryoichi wiped the sweat from his forehead, pointed excitedly at the wisp of smoke rising in the distance.

"I knew the captain would definitely be back here!"

Uchiha Kei nodded, his chakra erupting beneath his feet, and he accelerated once more.

Behind them followed four ninjas wearing Konoha headbands.

When the group climbed onto the rock platform, Aoba sat on a flat rock, holding a high-speed rotating grinder, polishing a peculiar piece of metal.

The harsh sound of friction echoed across the empty Gobi Desert.

Strangely, the grinding wheel spun very fast, yet almost no sparks were seen flying out.

"team leader!"

Ryoichi shouted at the top of his lungs and ran to Aoba with an excited look on his face, as if he had found his pillar of support.

Qi walked up to Qingye and bowed slightly.

"Captain, the replacements have arrived. Lord Suzaku Nara requests that we return to headquarters immediately for new assignments."

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Aoba then stopped what she was doing, raised her head, and scanned the crowd with her gaze.

"A switch?"

"yes!"

A Chunin following behind Kei and Ryoichi immediately stepped forward, standing ramrod straight with a very respectful attitude. Aoba's achievements had already spread throughout the entire camp the night before.

"Lord Aoba, I am Kawamoto, a Chunin from the Third Battalion. I have been ordered to take over the garrison duty in the D13 area."

【grown up】

The change in this terminology is both subtle and direct.

In the ninja world, strength is the passport to status.

That night's performance had already elevated him from an ordinary "captain" to someone who needed to be looked up to.

grown ups".

He's now considered to have infiltrated the upper echelons of the fighting force.

"Thank you for your hard work. I'll leave this place to you. Apart from the sandstorms, there's nothing special about it."

Chunin Kawamoto nodded repeatedly, his attitude extremely positive.

Aoba couldn't help but smile.

In the past, when he tried to communicate with other Chunin, they often ignored him.

It reminded him of a phrase from his past life.

When you succeed, you'll be surrounded by good people.

"Pack your things, let's go."

Aoba waved to Kei and Ryoichi.

The two worked quickly and efficiently, packing the tent and supplies.

On the way back, the atmosphere was much more relaxed than on the way there, but there was an invisible, inexplicable sense of distance between us.

Uchiha Itachi deliberately slowed down, falling half a step behind Aoba, and hesitated several times as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"Speak your mind."

Aoba kept her eyes fixed ahead, maintaining a steady pace.

Qi took a deep breath and quickened his pace to get closer to Qingye's side.

"Captain, I've been enlightened."

He stopped, turned to face Qingye, slowly closed his eyes, and then opened them again.

His originally jet-black pupils instantly turned crimson.

The left eye has a single tomoe mark, and the right eye has two tomoe marks.

Two black tomoe slowly rotated in his right eye, emanating a cold and ominous chakra fluctuation.

Aoba stopped and moved closer to take a closer look.

This asymmetrical state of eye awakening is probably rare even in the historical records of the Uchiha clan.

"How did you open it?"

Aoba asked directly.

The magatama in Qi's eyes flickered, and his voice was deep.

"That night, after you left, we were clearing the bodies from the ruins—and during the process of moving them, we unknowingly started the fire."

"Did someone you knew sacrifice their life?"

"Qingye asked."

Qi trembled and nodded with difficulty.

"When I found him, he was clutching a photo in his hand. It was of his family. He was so young."

Aoba nodded, without saying anything to comfort him.

The power of the Uchiha clan is born from the loss of love and hate; it is both a curse and a gift.

"Lord Suzaku Nara questioned us about you, asking very detailed questions."

"Oh, what did you say?"

"We only talked about the battle; we didn't mention a word about the special training you gave us, Captain, or those medicines."

Aoba waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care about these details.

Given his current fighting prowess, unless the Konoha F4 are completely out of their minds, they wouldn't bother him at a time like this.

The growth of strength is itself a means to gain the right to refuse trouble.

If you have to rely on others to influence your cultivation to this level, what's the point of having this power?

If he had Superman's power.

Day 1: With great power comes great responsibility. Day 2: I don't eat beef. Day 3: Genetic engineering, creating twenty genetic prototypes for an expedition against the Otsutsuki.

The three quickly arrived at the new command post.

The original stronghold has been completely abandoned because its location was exposed.

The new camp's defenses have been strengthened several times over, with its perimeter filled with perception barriers and traps.

Before the three could get close, they were stopped by a patrol team.

However, after seeing the iconic large yellow gourd behind Aoba, the group exchanged glances and immediately put away their kunai.

"Lord Yamashiro Aoba, please come in."

The captain at the front stepped aside to make way and said solemnly, "The commander is waiting for you."

The journey was smooth and unobstructed.

The Konoha ninjas they encountered along the way would instinctively stop and stare at Aoba when they saw him.

Aoba led the two through the dense area of ​​tents.

The Konoha ninjas along the way all turned to look, their gazes filled with curiosity, awe, and some indescribable complex emotions.

The feat of single-handedly destroying the stronghold of a ninja village and forcing the enemy to retreat and flee is a remarkable achievement that would be considered outstanding even in the First and Second Shinobi World Wars.

Aoba was taken directly to the largest tent in the center of the camp.

Suzaku Nara was sitting behind a long table piled with maps and scrolls, his charcoal pencil flying across the paper as he jotted something down.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up and put down his charcoal pencil.

"Aoba-kun, thank you for your hard work."

Suzaku Nara spoke calmly, without much small talk.

"D13 performed its garrison mission exceptionally well. It not only held the line but also dealt a heavy blow to the main force of Sunagakure, buying us valuable time for redeployment."

Although he knew he was just saying it for show, Aoba still humbly said that it was all for Konoha's sake.

Nara Suzaku nodded, walked up to Aoba, and his gaze swept over Aoba's excessively young face.

"I have reported your situation to the Hokage. We will have to wait for the Hokage's reply for further details. Until the information is sent back, you and your team will rest at the command post."

Aoba nodded.

This approach aligns with the Nara clan's style of doing things—steady and leaving no room for error.

Aoba was assigned a large single tent.

It was less than fifty meters from the main tent.

Aoba lifted the curtain and looked inside. The tent was indeed very large, and it was for one person.

The room is fully equipped, and there is even a simple desk.

"Lord Aoba, please feel free to ask if you need anything."

The logistics ninja who led the way was very respectful.

Aoba didn't hold back either, and directly made a list.

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