Naruto: Let the glory of the giants spread throughout the ninja world!

Although he was physically weak, as long as Ryukura Akira wanted to, a force seemed to appear out of nowhere within his body to support him in continuing forward.

As the sun set, Zabuza stopped at the foot of a sheltered rock face.

"Set up camp."

Bai responded and skillfully cleared the snow and picked up the dead branches.

Ryukura Akira stood to the side, unsure of what to do.

Zabuza didn't look at him. He took out some dry rations from his pocket, handed one portion to Haku, and kept one portion for himself.

The two sat by the fire, eating in silence.

Ryukura Akira stood there, his stomach feeling as empty as if a piece of it had been hollowed out.

The firelight didn't reach him.

He took a step back, hiding himself in deeper shadows.

After finishing his meal, Zabuza handed the remaining dry rations back to Haku.

Bai took it, hesitated for a moment, stood up and walked to Liu Cangming, handing him the dry rations.

Ryukura Akira was stunned.

Bai didn't say anything, but simply stuffed the dry rations into his hand and turned back to the fire.

Ryukura Akira stared at the bitten piece of dry rations in his hand and remained silent for a long time.

Then he took a bite and chewed slowly.

After he finished eating, he stood up.

"I'm going to find something to eat."

Zabuza didn't respond; he didn't even open his eyes.

Bai glanced at him, his lips moved, but he ultimately said nothing.

Ryukura Akira turned and walked into the night.

He didn't go looking for food.

He walked back along the path he had come from, carefully examining the tracks left in the snow.

There were three sets of footprints on the road during the day. One set stopped at a fork in the road and then turned in another direction.

He crouched down and brushed away the snow on the surface.

The footprints were deep. Someone had stood there for a long time, the pattern on the soles of their shoes causing Ryukura Ming's pupils to shrink slightly.

Fog camouflage system.

He followed the footprints for half a mile and stopped at the edge of a high ground.

Looking down, a fire flickered in the valley, and three figures sat around the fire.

He squatted there for a while, memorizing their location, number of people, and equipment, and then quietly retreated.

When they returned to camp, the fire was almost out. Zabuza stared at him, eyes wide open.

Panting, Ryukura Akira squatted down and drew on the snow with his finger.

"Three miles to the northeast, three people, wearing Mist Shadow's standard boots, pursuers."

He drew a rough map of the terrain. "They weren't in a hurry to chase us. They waited in this spot, where they could see the road below, making it a good place to ambush us."

Zabuza looked down at the picture on the snow and remained silent for a few seconds.

How did you know?

"Ninjas wouldn't care if a commoner child saw their traces."

Ryukura Akira said, "There are three footprints in the snow. The soles of their shoes have the same pattern, which is the style of the Misty Concealment. They are not in a hurry to chase after us. They are waiting for reinforcements."

Zabuza looked at him, his eyes revealing no emotion.

Then he stood up and disappeared into the night.

Ryukura Akira sat by the fire, staring blankly at the flames.

Bai woke up at some point and was looking at him, her eyes shining brightly in the firelight.

Half an hour later, Zabuza returned.

The decapitation sword was as good as new. He put the sword back behind his back, lay down, and closed his eyes.

They didn't say anything.

That night, Akira Ryukura had a dream.

In his dream, he was climbing a tree.

The tree trunk was thick and the bark was rough, with countless branches. He chose a direction and kept climbing upwards.

Climb over one branch, and there's another new branch; climb over one fork, and there's another new fork.

There is no end.

He kept climbing and climbing, the treetops always just above his head, but he could never reach them.

The bark became warm in my hands, as if it were alive.

In five days, Ryukura Akira gained Zabuza's initial trust.

The mission has begun.

Zabuza handed the letter of authorization to Ryukura Akira for the first time.

Ryukura Akira took it and glanced at it: Assassinate a samurai of some renown.

"I'll go scout the location," he said.

Zabuza did not object.

On the day of the mission.

Zabuza launched a frontal assault, his decapitation sword cleaving through the samurai's guard.

Supporting from the flank, Shiro used Ice Release: Senbon to precisely pierce every enemy attempting to flank him.

Ryukura Akira set fires on the outskirts to create chaos, leading the reinforcements that were coming to help in the opposite direction.

But he ultimately underestimated the vigilance of the people in this world.

As soon as the fire started, three figures rushed towards the direction where he was hiding.

He runs very fast, but without the boost of chakra, his speed is ultimately limited.

Three figures were in hot pursuit, much faster than him. He ran very fast, but without the boost of chakra, his speed was ultimately limited.

The knife pierced his thin body from behind, its cold tip protruding from his chest.

You underestimate the heroes of the world. Even if Ryukura Akira knew the future, how could a nerdy guy like him stir up trouble?

The Giant System is at your service.

Holy crap, the system is here?!

Ryukura Akira was both surprised and delighted; time seemed to stand still at that moment.

"Giant System, what use are you? Am I going to die too?"

Ryukura Akira looked down at the kunai that had pierced his chest. "I'm practically jumping through a revolving lantern."

The system is merely a convenient way for the host to understand; its essence is a manifestation of the host's special bloodline.

"So I have giant blood? Just like powerful creatures have their own genetic knowledge base."

Yes, given that the host has not yet met the awakening requirements, this is only to extricate the host from this predicament. Please become stronger as soon as possible.

Just as the system notification landed, Ryukura Akira suddenly bled from all seven orifices, his kunai instantly snapped by the contracting muscles.

Before the three reinforcements could react, the man who had stabbed Ryukura Akira had his head smashed by a backhand slap, splattering fluid everywhere.

Then, Ryukura Akira's two arms suddenly grew larger, grabbing the other two who were just trying to escape, his arm veins bulging.

With two sharp but brief screams, the two men lost their lives.

At this moment, Haku, wearing a plain mask, and Zabuza were rushing towards Akira Ryukura's location.

"Zabuza-san, Akira Ryukura was being chased by those guys, and we don't know how he is now."

"Hmph, if he doesn't even have this much ability, it would be best for him to die sooner rather than later."

Despite saying that, Zabuza quickened his pace, but what he saw when he arrived at the scene surprised the two of them.

Ryukura Akira stood straight, his face covered in bloodstains, and his hands looked as if they had been soaked in blood.

The scattered fragments all around clearly recorded everything.

Ryukura Akira suddenly opened his eyes, smiled at him, and said, "Zabuza-sensei, Haku."

Zabuza remained silent, simply turning to signal Ryukura Akira to follow. Zabuza, with his back to Ryukura Akira, wore a satisfied smile. "Another monster, huh?"

On the way to retreat, Zabuza suddenly said, "It's alright."

Ryukura Akira didn't react immediately: "What?"

Zabuza ignored him and walked away quickly.

Ryukura Akira looked around and saw the bandaged figure in front of him, a slight smile playing on his lips.