In Konoha, I collected corpses on the battlefield for ten years

"Finally, unify the password. No matter who it is, if they can't match it, don't hesitate, attack directly!"

Kifū sensed a strong atmosphere of war from Orochimaru's series of arrangements.

This was different from the ninja war he had imagined, but it was more real and extremely oppressive.

A snake crawled out of Orochimaru's sleeve, its mouth opening to spit out a pen.

He simply waved it a few times on the paper, confirming the unique mark and password for this mission.

Password: "Long-lived snake."

Chapter 25: Going Astray (Seeking Collection, Recommendation, and Monthly Tickets)

Soon, the corpses in the guard post were all collected by the team led by Gekkō Naoki, a Jōnin, and placed in front of Kifū.

Looking at the corpses of the Konoha ninjas, not only Kifū, but everyone in the room felt uncomfortable.

There were a total of ten corpses, each with a different death. Some were even so disfigured that they were unrecognizable.

Gekkō Naoki said to Orochimaru with a serious face, "Orochimaru-sama, the number is wrong."

With a little thought, it was clear that a Konoha ninja team always consisted of four people, and ten corpses were obviously not the number that three teams should have.

A fierce light appeared in Orochimaru's eyes, and he licked his lips.

"Iwa nin."

There would be no corpses left behind in the guard post. With Hyūga Tokuzhu's Byakugan, even the slightest thing could not escape the scan of the Byakugan.

The remaining two corpses were either still alive, having escaped from the guard post and were healing somewhere, or were taken away by the Iwa nin, who wanted to obtain Konoha's border defense arrangements from their minds.

The latter was the most likely.

If they were still alive, they would not have been out of contact for so long.

At Orochimaru's instruction, Kifū began to deal with the corpses.

Their tragic appearance made his heart heavy.

Is this what a ninja is? Is this war?

The war hasn't even broken out yet, and it's already such a cruel sight. It's hard to imagine what kind of purgatory this world will become when the war really breaks out.

Kifū felt a strong sense of crisis.

Although he, as a corpse collector, might be relatively less dangerous.

That doesn't mean he won't be affected at all.

When an avalanche occurs, no snowflake is innocent, and no snowflake will not be affected. The only difference is whether it is inside or outside the avalanche.

Under the gaze of everyone, Kifū used "professional" methods and abilities to restore each Konoha ninja's corpse little by little, as much as possible.

Looking at the gradually appearing corpses, everyone's eyes softened slightly, and they looked at Kifū with a little more approval.

No one wants to be buried relatively decently in their homeland when they die.

As ninjas, after experiencing the cruelty of this world, they had long carried their heads on their waists.

And when they died in battle, what they would look like when they were buried, and whether they could return to their homeland, was all in the hands of a corpse collector like Kifū.

Although the corpse collector was a very unpopular profession in Konoha, the moment war descended, he became an object secretly sought after by everyone.

No one knows when they will die.

Just like now, no one knows when the Iwa nin will launch another attack.

While Kifū was processing the corpses, Nakamura Kenta and Mitsui Hiyori, the two teams who went out to scout, returned.

"Orochimaru-sama..."

They briefly reported the information they had collected.

Hearing the content, Orochimaru pondered for a moment and said, "Mount Nagano in the northwest direction?"

Comparing it with the map, he confirmed that Mount Nagano was a small mountain covered with rocks, which was a very inconspicuous place nearby.

His fingers gently tapped the table, and his eyes flashed, "Rest for fifteen minutes, and set off in fifteen minutes!"

"Yes!"

Rather than waiting here for the Iwa nin to attack, it was better to take the initiative. Sitting still and waiting for death was not Orochimaru's style.

Kifū opened his mouth and pointed to himself.

Noticing his actions, Orochimaru pondered slightly, "Leave two Chūnin here to protect Maruyama Kifū. Once you feel there is a problem, don't try to be brave, just leave."

Kifū just wanted to say, Orochimaru-sama, what if you find nothing? I'll be the one who suffers.

But after arranging these things, Orochimaru turned a blind eye to Kifū's pleading eyes and began to deploy the combat method for later.

Although Orochimaru was arrogant, he was, after all, one of the Sannin. He rose to fame during the Second War, had very rich combat experience on the battlefield, and had extremely high personal charisma. No one raised any objections to his arrangements.

Kifū and the other two were left behind.

Looking at the departing team, Kifū could only hope in his heart that Orochimaru's judgment was correct and that they would annihilate the Iwa nin this time.

The remaining two Chūnin, one specializing in perception and the other specializing in trap deployment, and Kifū didn't know each other originally, so they didn't say much, just gave a few instructions, and did their own thing.

Only he was left alone in the command room to process the corpses.

Looking at these corpses flashing yellow and green light, Kifū's heart was still relatively complicated.

Only one Jōnin corpse was left, and it was the one with the most tragic appearance. Both arms and legs were completely severed, and it took him a lot of effort to barely restore it completely.

But the face seemed to have been crushed by a stone, and it couldn't be restored no matter what.

There should have been three Jōnin in the guard post, so the missing two were likely also Jōnin.

The remaining nine corpses were all Chūnin.

Three Jōnin and nine Chūnin, such a force would definitely not suffer such a big blow in peacetime.

The death of any Jōnin is a great loss to a village.

Before, Orochimaru was here, so Kifū didn't dare to do anything out of the ordinary. Now that everyone has left, he can finally touch the corpses.

"Don't blame me, after all, we are all from the same village. You also hope to contribute your last strength to the village, right?"