Naruto: Starting from the Reincarnation of the Otsutsuki

Chapter 87 Finding people is my specialty

"The reason for the decline of the River Country —"

The fair-skinned young man, seated at the head of the tavern, surveyed the black market ninjas gathered there and said with certainty, "Without a doubt, it must be a conspiracy between Konoha and Sunagakure."

"Pfft—"

No sooner had he finished speaking than several barely suppressed snickers echoed through the tavern.

Those wandering ninjas, whose faces were already fierce, looked at each other, clearly thinking that what they said was a bit too outrageous.

Is the land of rivers in decline?

A conspiracy between Konoha and Sunagakure?

Is this kid drunk?

However, they only chuckled briefly before suppressing their laughter.

because...

"Bang!"

The fair-skinned young man, without changing his expression, pulled out another thick wad of banknotes from his pocket and slammed them heavily onto the table without a second thought.

In an instant, the entire tavern fell silent.

Seeing this, the young man slowly stood up, put his hands behind his back, as if he were presiding over a negotiation that he had already won.

"You are all heroes from all over the world. Those who have received my invitation to come here are all elites I have carefully selected."

"Next, I need your help."

After he finished speaking, he quietly observed the expressions of the crowd, seemingly waiting for someone to step forward and agree with him.

Unfortunately, nobody paid any attention to him.

The fair-skinned young man couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"I'll pay more!"

The moment the words were spoken, the faces of the wandering ninjas below the stage almost changed completely.

"Hey buddy, just tell us what you need us to do."

"That's right, as long as we don't face the Legendary Sannin of Konoha, everything else is fine!"

"Exactly, if the money is right, anything can be negotiated."

Seeing these people suddenly become incredibly enthusiastic, the fair-skinned young man couldn't help but feel a complex sense of pride and joy.

So this is what it feels like to be driven by money in ninjas.

It really was awesome.

He was still pondering whether, as the youngest daimyo of the land of rivers, he should also learn from the precedents of those small countries, spending his days lying around enjoying himself and leaving all the political affairs to his subordinates.

But when he actually experienced firsthand what it felt like to "pay money to command ninjas to do things," he felt a unique sense of satisfaction.

The feeling of having a group of ruthless ninjas firmly under one's control was truly amazing.

Unfortunately—

The land of rivers is ultimately just a small country.

No matter how much they put on airs of fame, they lack real substance.

Thinking of this, Daming couldn't help but click his tongue in regret.

"It's a pity that the Land of Rivers is just a small country after all, and it doesn't have those bloodstained ninjas and secret technique ninjas."

As he sighed, he recalled a man he had seen a few days ago when he visited the Land of Fire, who had always been by the side of the son of the daimyo of the Land of Fire.

The man appeared unremarkable and had an unassuming demeanor, but he was extremely experienced in handling affairs, quick-witted, and equally capable.

He later learned that they were ninjas from the Nara clan of Konoha.

He was resourceful and held a high position within the clan.

Then I thought of the two Konoha ninjas that my subordinates had reported on this morning.

One is an Uchiha, the other is a Hyuga.

The daimyo of Kawanoku felt even worse.

"What a pity—they all succumbed to Konoha, that bandit."

"It's one thing to wage war in my land of rivers, but now you even want to demand food—"

He gave a low, cold snort, his tone full of dissatisfaction with Konoha.

However, despite the complaints, things still need to be done.

The daimyo of the Land of Rivers entrusted the task of receiving the wandering ninja to his subordinates, and then turned his attention to the two black-robed figures sitting quietly in the corner of the tavern.

The two of them barely spoke from beginning to end.

His face was veiled by a black robe, and his aura was restrained.

He remained silent, his face veiled in black, and showed no sign of emotion even after being offered the tempting "more money."

There is only one possibility for such a person.

That's what a strong person is.

It's even the kind of power that can't be stronger.

"The two of you—"

Just as he was about to get up and go over to talk to him, one of his subordinates suddenly rushed over and whispered something in his ear.

The next moment, his expression suddenly changed.

"What's he doing here? Is he here on behalf of Konoha?"

His expression darkened slightly, and after a moment of contemplation, he quickly made a decision.

"I understand. Keep an eye on those two men in black robes for me."

"Yes."

The daimyo of the land of Kawano still glanced at the two men in black robes with some reluctance before turning away.

Damn Longping—

Why did they have to come at this exact moment?

After he left, the two figures in black robes in the corner of the tavern finally stirred.

After a long silence, one of them slowly raised his head, and his eyes gleamed with an eerie green light in the shadow of his hood.

"I never expected that Orochimaru, one of the Legendary Sannin of Konoha, could actually command the son of a Daimyo."

"Konoha Village is really quite strong now."

A dull, low sound came from under the hood, like the friction of gravel, carrying an uncomfortable sense of oppression.

Kakuzu stared at the white-eyed boy opposite him, and sneered, "You know my story?"

"Of course," Hyuga Seiran, sitting opposite him, smiled as he met those bright green eyes. "Kakuzu, the immortal ninja, an S-rank rogue ninja from Takigakure, and the ace of the underground bounty agency."

"I've come here to hire you."

Kakuzu paused, and after a moment, he let out a cold laugh.

"Ha, brat."

"You've revealed so much about me, and you still want to hire me?"

"Isn't that a bit too dismissive of me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kakuzu's chakra surged dramatically, and the surrounding air seemed to become heavy.

An invisible sense of oppression spread out from him, causing the nearby tables and chairs to tremble slightly.

The atmosphere inside the tavern instantly became tense.

Many of the wandering ninjas instinctively stood up, looking warily in their direction, fearing a conflict might erupt at any moment.

But just as this murderous intent was about to reach its peak, it suddenly dissipated.

because....

Money is not a problem.

brush!

A box full of bright green banknotes made Kakuzu's eyes shine.

The murderous aura that had been rising was almost instantly subsided.

Kakuzu was silent for two seconds, then decisively suppressed his aura and said, "Speak, what do you want me to do? Let me make this clear first, once the commission begins, there's no going back. Otherwise, the deposit will not be refunded."

"The mission failed. If it's my fault, I can get a partial refund. If it's due to incorrect intelligence—"

As he said this, a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.

"Then we'll have to pay more."

"That's natural."

Hinata Seiran smiled faintly, closed the box, and then took out a letter of authorization from his pocket and handed it over.

Kakuzu took it, glanced at it briefly, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"It's that simple?"

He originally thought that since Konoha and Sunagakure were at war, Konoha's approach to him would likely mean that he would be directly involved in the front lines and fight the Sunagakure ninja head-on.

Unexpectedly, Orochimaru's task for him was simply to harass from the rear, eliminate lone ninjas, and create chaos along the way.

This kind of work was perfect for him.

It allows you to make money without directly getting yourself involved in the most dangerous front lines.

Kakuzu's gaze fell on the letter of authorization and the box of banknotes, and he became more and more satisfied with it.

"I've accepted the task. As for the contact information, I'll follow the instructions in the letter of authorization."

After saying that, he prepared to get up and leave.

Originally, he came to the Land of Rivers simply to see how much money the daimyo of the Land of Rivers was willing to offer to recruit wandering ninjas.

If the price is right, I'll take it; if not, I'll just be a bounty hunter in the Land of Rivers for a while.

To everyone's surprise, they actually received a commission with a good price in the end.

Although it's from Konoha.

But—it's not unacceptable.

"Mr. Kakuzu."

Just as he was about to leave, Hinata Seiran suddenly called out to him again.

"Um?"

Kakuzu stopped and turned around, only to see Hyuga Seiran take out another piece of paper from beside him and hand it to him.

That was a missing person notice.

"There's one more request."

"Sasori of the Red Sand?"

Kakuzu glanced down at the red-haired youth in the portrait, a hint of doubt creeping into his eyes.

He had never heard of this name before.

However, judging from his name and appearance, he should be from Sunagakure.

"Just looking for someone?"

"That's right." Hinata Seiran nodded, then took out a small bag, which was also bulging with cash. "This is the deposit."

Kakuzu calmly put away the letter of commission, not taking the matter to heart.

He's best at finding people.

Moreover, he certainly wouldn't refuse an extra commission.

After watching Kakuzu leave the tavern, Hinata Seiran followed him out.

To run into Kakuzu here was truly a pleasant surprise.

It's quite surprising that the daimyo of the Land of Rivers spends his days in taverns, recruiting wandering ninjas to do his bidding.

Orochimaru sent a message asking him to find a way to recruit mercenaries from the black market, which was also unexpected for him.

However—

There are many advantages to this.

As Hinata Seiran walked, he glanced at the other end of the street, where Uchiha Inahi was searching for someone all over the place, her face filled with unconcealed frustration.

"Spending public funds to do our own thing —"

He couldn't help but smile slightly.

"This feeling is actually quite nice."

It seems that everything is almost done.

Next, all that remains is for the war to officially advance to the next stage.

"Then————"

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"Let's just wait for the war to start."