Analyzing the Ninja World Starting from Konoha

Seeing that Asma was subdued so quickly, Kurenai, who had only completed half of the hand seals, was forced to give up her attempt to evade, but was ultimately bound by the sand.

The two were tightly bound by sand and unable to move.

Throughout the entire process, Aoba stood still with her arms crossed over her chest.

"The competition is over."

Shinku's voice rang out at just the right moment.

He looked at Red and Asuma, who were bound by sand, and then at Aoba, who remained calm. He understood why the Third Hokage had assigned Aoba to his team.

Such strength is something even a regular special Jonin might not be able to suppress.

Aoba's strength has surpassed that of most Chunin.

Kurenai and Asuma's strength wasn't bad; they were just average, at the level of ordinary genin.

Aoba waved his hand, and the sand scattered. Kurenai and Asuma fell from mid-air. Although they were not injured, they both had incredulous expressions on their faces.

To be honest, Aoba was actually a little disappointed.

Kurenai and Asuma, aside from one's height changing and the other learning a few more ninjutsu, haven't seen much improvement in strength.

"If I were the enemy, you would have been crushed into mincemeat by now."

Although Red lost, she didn't feel anything was wrong, but Asuma still looked unconvinced.

Seeing this, Qingye sneered inwardly, and with a wave of his hand, the sand wrapped around the tree trunk next to him.

"Sand-bound coffin!"

With a clench of his fist, the nearly one-meter-diameter tree trunk was snapped in two by the sand.

Asma's face turned pale instantly upon seeing the wood chips scattered on the ground.

Hong looked at Qingye with an expression of adoration.

"Yes, the gap is indeed quite large."

Shinku walked over and commented, "Kurenai, Asuma, you two still need more training."

Red nodded obediently, while Asuma lowered his head, his eyes filled with resentment.

"Alright, to celebrate the formation of our team, we're having a get-together tonight. My treat, how about hot pot?"

"Shinko suggested."

"No, I want to eat barbecue!"

Asuma immediately raised his hand to propose that since he knew the hot pot restaurant belonged to Aoba, it was fine if they couldn't win, but they couldn't afford to throw money away.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't pay for it.

Shinku glanced at Aoba, who shrugged indifferently.

"Okay, let's go for barbecue tonight!"

……

The next morning, at the Hokage Building.

The Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, picked up a scroll from the table and handed it to Shinku.

"This is a commission from Numata Village. A gang of roaming thieves has taken over the nearby mountains and frequently comes down to rob people. Your mission is to eliminate this gang of thieves and protect the safety of the villagers."

Shinku received the scroll with both hands, her expression solemn.

"Yes, Lord Hokage."

"Great, at least we're not looking for cats or dogs anymore!"

Asma clenched his fist excitedly.

"This is a C-level mission."

The Third Hokage exhaled a smoke ring and glanced coldly at Asuma. "Because it's close to the border, the possibility of wandering ninjas or spies infiltrating the area cannot be ruled out."

We left the Hokage Building.

Yuhi Shinku shook the scroll in her hand and began to issue mission instructions.

"You have one hour to prepare. Go home and get your ninja tools, rations, and a change of clothes. Remember, although this is just a bandit raid, anything can happen once you leave the village. Prepare as if this were a real battlefield."

"yes!"

The three responded in unison.

"That's settled then. Meet at the village entrance in one hour. Dismissed."

As a plume of smoke rose, Crimson's figure vanished from the spot.

Her cheeks flushed with excitement, and she turned and ran home.

Asuma, not to be outdone, clenched his fists and charged toward the Sarutobi clan's territory, muttering that he was determined to show his skills this time.

Aoba stood there, pushed up his sunglasses, and shook his head helplessly as he watched the two figures disappear into the distance.

This kind of outing-like mentality will lead to trouble once you get on the road.

He turned and walked toward the ninja tool shop.

He has many sealed scrolls on him, and they contain everything that should be in a scroll, so there's no need for him to go back specifically.

However, I still need to replenish my explosive tags. I only have about 50,000 or 60,000 on me, which makes me feel a little insecure.

An hour later, at the gates of Konoha.

The team assembled on time.

Shinku took out the mission scroll and handed it to the Chunin guarding the gate.

After the ninja verified the information, they registered and released the person.

The huge wooden gate opened, revealing a dirt road stretching deep into the forest.

"Set off!"

At Shinku's command, she was the first to disappear into the forest, her figure blurring into a blur.

Asuma took the lead and followed closely behind, while Kurenai was not to be outdone, unleashing her chakra and leaping to the treetop.

Aoba stayed at the back of the group, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

Having never left the village, Hong and Asma were filled with a sense of novelty about everything around them.

At first, both of them seemed extremely excited.

Shinku wasn't surprised by this; it's always like this for newcomers leaving the village for the first time.

……

The sunlight dappled through the trees, and four figures moved swiftly among the trunks.

For the first two hours or so, Asma and Red would occasionally laugh and play around, and sometimes they would even exclaim in surprise when they spotted a squirrel with a particularly unusual color.

But as time went on, this excitement quickly faded.

Four hours of intense travel left the two of them breathing heavily, and the chakra absorption beneath their feet began to fluctuate erratically.

Asuma, in particular, rushed too hard at first in order to perform well in front of the red, and now he has to grit his teeth and persevere. His forehead is covered with sweat, and he doesn't even dare to wipe it away, for fear that he will fall behind if he relaxes.

Hong was slightly better, but she still pursed her lips, her face pale, and mechanically repeated the jumping motion.

Only Aoba remained at the back of the line, maintaining a leisurely pace.

Suddenly, Shinku, who was leading the way, raised her right hand and stopped abruptly on a thick tree branch.

"Everyone, take a break."

Asma collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

Hong leaned against the tree trunk, trying to calm her breathing.

Shinku's sharp gaze swept over the three of them, finally settling on the two young men who looked exhausted.

"How are you feeling?"

"It's...it's alright."

Asma stubbornly insisted.

"I can still hold on."

Hong nodded gently.

Shinku ignored their stubbornness and instead looked at Aoba, who seemed the most relaxed.

Aoba shrugged to indicate that there was no problem.

Shinku walked to the middle of the three, her tone serious, and pointed out what she had observed on the way.

"Going on a mission isn't about rushing just for the sake of rushing. We need to maintain our stamina and stay alert to deal with any potential battles. Have you forgotten everything you learned at the Ninja Academy?!"

His words startled both Asuma and Kurenai.

"You two have completely lost your guard."

"Asma, an hour ago, your attention was only focused on the road beneath your feet, and you completely neglected to observe your surroundings. If there had been traps or enemies lying in ambush along the way, you would be a corpse by now."

Shinku's words were devoid of any emotion, yet they sent chills down one's spine.

Asuma opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found himself speechless.

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