Konoha's Strongest Meat Escape

Xili nodded again and again, his eyes were shining brightly, his little face was full of excitement.

Just hearing the name makes me feel awesome.

I saw that Kai took out a hat from nowhere, a hat with horns, and it was the same horn as Xili's.

Not only the size and color, but even the texture is the same!

Then...

Just watched Kai, the idiot, put the horn hat on his head, completely covering the shiny black watermelon head.

Xili: "..."

Is this bull head Kai?what a stupid feeling...

Not as good as a watermelon head!

The country of grass, the black market on the border.

The corner of a tavern.

The Konoha team responsible for purchasing medical supplies, Nishimura Kamishin and three team members disguised themselves as wandering ninjas and lurked in this tavern.

Everyone pretended to be drinking without incident, but they were actually waiting for their connectors.

"Captain Nishimura, it's already past the agreed time, why hasn't the seller arrived yet?"

In line with the purpose of being cautious, Xia Ninja asked with some concern.

Although the other two Chunin did not speak, their eyes showed a strong look of vigilance.

Although this is a border black market, it is also within the territory of the Country of Grass.

In particular, the country of grass is currently at war with the country of rain, and the domestic security is very bad.

Fighting is already a common occurrence, and even corpses are not uncommon, often appearing in dark alleys or in the wilderness where few people go.

"Shujie, did you find anything?"

Nishimura Kamishin asked in a low voice.

Shujie is a Chunin who is good at perception and is the eyes and ears of the team.

He kept his perception technique activated, and searched for a while, "There is nothing unusual on the street outside the tavern, and no one is approaching."

It's still early, and there will be more people in the tavern at night.

In times of war, the streets of towns and villages inevitably become depressed.

No one wants to walk on unsafe streets.

If a ninja suddenly jumped out, or was shot to death by a shuriken with a stray bullet from nowhere, wouldn't it be an unjust death?

"Captain Nishimura, I don't think it's appropriate to stay here for too long."

Since it is a black market, there cannot be only one black merchant.

If this one doesn't work, then change to another one.

There is no need to die and wait.

Shusuke Chunin's suggestion was also what Nishimura Kamunin meant. He frowned and hesitated, "Wait for another three minutes. If the other party has not appeared, we will leave."

Wartime is different than usual, everything has to be careful.

Who the hell knows what's going on with the other party?

If it weren't for the importance of these medical supplies, Nishimura Kamishin would have left with everyone.

Time passed by like this minute by minute...

The agreed connector still did not show up.

Kamino Nishimura waited for three minutes, took one last look at the door of the tavern, then stood up and signaled the three of them to leave with him.

Squeak!

The door of the tavern was pushed open, and a short, fat, middle-aged man came in, sweating profusely. He looked around as if he was looking for someone.

When he noticed the group of Nishimura standing up, he walked over with small steps.

"Damu from the east?"

"River grass?"

The two sides exchanged codes.

Damu is Konoha, and River Grass is the code name of the black merchants in the Country of Grass. In the black market, not only buyers need to be careful, but sellers also need to be careful.

Password verification is correct.

The fat man looked around furtively, then pretended to be casual and walked past Xi Cun, and secretly stuffed a small ball of paper into the other's hand.

Then, the fat man went to the front desk of the tavern to order a glass of wine.

It's strange to come to a pub without drinking.

Nishimura secretly opened the ball of paper and took a look. It was an address.