The Unholy Man of the Warring States Period [Naruto]

A gray-white square stone house appeared next to the road, hidden among the trees, and the overall structure could not be seen clearly.

Shikasuke drove the car at a normal speed, neither too fast nor too slow.

"There is a black market ahead. Ji Jun, why don't I go in for you?"

"It's all here..."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Izayoi felt that the statement seemed familiar. He thought about it for a while before speaking again.

"I have always been curious about the black market. What kind of institutions can bloom in various places, maintain similar prices, and maintain the fastest message transmission speed. Understanding it clearly will be a great help for Butterfly to run an izakaya."

Shikasuke smiled bitterly. "If I could really go and find out everything once, I wouldn't be hunted down."

Ji Jun really didn't treat him as an outsider, she told him all these things. Then it would be too pretentious for him to hide his identity as a ninja.

Izayoi patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't be afraid now. I will be your backing, so feel free to go in."

It's just because you are here that I am afraid! The black market, the black market, has a wide scope of business!

Seeing that he could no longer persuade Lord Jijun, Shikasuke struggled to death. "At least wear a hood, and preferably a cloak, so it's all covered up."

Izayoi turned his face away and did not respond.

Shikasuke immediately became anxious. "Please! Come on, Ji-kun. My ninjutsu is more of an auxiliary type! If you want to show off wherever you go without hiding it, you must at least hire an elite offensive ninja. I recommend Senju with all my name. He has good physical strength. , strong, you all know their clan leader..."

"Shikasuke!" Izayoi warned, "focus on business."

"Yes."

Although he answered yes, Shikasuke's curiosity reached its highest point. What did the Senju Clan leader do that made even the good-tempered Ji Jun not want to mention him.

Izayoi did not wear a curtain hat, but chose a felt cloak. The hood of the cloak is wide and deep. When it is hooded, only the delicate and small chin can be seen.

I don't know what secret technique she used. Lu Jie unloaded the goods from the gambling house into the bamboo basket, and all he could see was a black mist.

Is Yin chakra so mysterious? Why can't he do it?

Shikasuke swallowed and prepared to remove the "tongue" from the car.

"Hold on."

The humanoid cloak bent down, raised its wide sleeves, and reached towards the unconscious masked ninja. A thin black line rose from the cuff, like a poisonous snake spitting a message, and clung to the ninja's forearm, and then spread along the arm to the whole body.

The braids on the back of Shikasuke's head stood on end, and his scalp was numb.

This... this, is this really something that a small character like him who is just running around can know? Life is still long and the weather is good. He has not yet married a wife and has not yet given birth to two children, a boy and a girl. The boy is his brother and the girl is his sister. Then he will achieve financial freedom as soon as possible and take his family back to the bottom of the valley to live in seclusion.

The thin black threads were retracted into the masked ninja's clothes, and there was no trace of anything strange in the exposed areas.

Izayoi lowered his sleeves with satisfaction and nodded to Shikasuke. "In order to prevent them from doing things secretly, it is understandable that we should take precautions in advance, right?"

You are the only one who can do this, I can't do it.

"Of course. Who knows if they will fall out." Shikasuke held back his complaints, picked up the basket and led the way.

The two of them entered the gray rectangular building one after another. There were no windows here, and only a few oil lamps quietly illuminated an area of ​​about ten feet.

The cuffs of Izayoi's cloak scraped against the wall, and the hem dragged on the ground, leaving invisible traces.

Lu Jie took the initiative and put the gambling equipment and some easy-to-get-away furnishings on the trading desk for trading.

The person behind the trading desk was an ordinary person with a nondescript appearance. He couldn't tell how old he was, but he had a kind smile.

While the two were bargaining, Izayoi took action.

Wherever she walked, the traces she left behind began to twist and struggle from the ground. In this lightless room, secrets are scattered around.

Nara's shadow manipulation technique is based on Yin attribute chakra. After seeing it once, Izayoi finally learned a direct ninjutsu method.

There was something she forgot to tell Shikasuke. The biggest boss behind gambling houses is the black market. He brought the things from the gambling shop here to sell them, which was equivalent to delivering them to his door and slapping them in the face.

After negotiating a suitable price, Shikasuke was satisfied and sold all the goods in the basket to the person in charge.

The man took out the small pen, bit it, and reluctantly paid off the money. Seeing Lu Jie pouring everything into the money bag without counting, he asked jokingly: "Aren't you afraid that the money has been tampered with?"

Shikasuke tied the money bag to his belt, patted it, and made a jingling sound. "If you doubt everything, you won't come here to do business."

"That's right." The man lowered his head and smiled solemnly. "There will be some good stuff in the future, remember to get it too. The price is easy to talk about."

"There is indeed something of immeasurable value. It's just not easy to get rid of. I'd like to ask the shopkeeper to keep an eye on it."

"Oh? What is it?"

Shikasuke lifted the masked ninja out of the largest basket. His limbs were tightened, his hands and feet were tied up with hemp ropes, and he lay unconscious on the ground.

"I can use Earth Release, and it almost shook the hillside. I know the range of this ninjutsu."

His words were ambiguous, his speech was unclear, and every word he spoke was approaching the most prestigious family in the ninja world.

When selling things, the quality is guaranteed, the producer adds a bonus, and there are some rumors that cannot be investigated, and the added value suddenly goes up.

The person in charge of the black market came out from behind the counter and wanted to lift his mask to identify his appearance, but Shiksuke stopped him.

"Hey. I bought it at a blind price."

"Buying blindly and selling blindly is not a good price."

"When I do business, I just want to be safe. Whatever you get, it will be the same when you transfer it. This is how it lasts."

The person in charge laughed hoarsely: "If what you say is false, then it is worthless; if what you say is true..."

Shikasuke smiled and blocked his unfinished thoughts. "Then it proves that the person who subdued him is more powerful. Do you want to fight with me and challenge him?"

He cleverly established a stronger image behind himself to divert the attention of the person in charge away from Ji Jun. Shikasuke sweated on his hands, and once again wanted to persuade Jijun to hire more powerful ninjas when he went out again. He had already sensed no fewer than four ambushes in every corner of the room.

Now is the stage of the psychological game. They must understand that taking action against them will not bring them any favors, and will offend a powerful force. As long as they believe it and walk out of this door, he will take Ji Jun and escape as soon as possible.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a while, and the person in charge of the black market kicked the masked ninja under the counter, "Five thousand taels."

"Too little."

"It can't be more. It's the price that can't be verified."

This price is too low and is not a sincere transaction.

But at this moment, Izayoi pushed him gently from behind.

Shikasuke looked up, "Deal."

The person in charge chuckled, took out a money bag and threw it over.

Shikasuke caught it, pulled the edge of the cloak, and quickly stepped away.

The movement of his steps was like a signal to launch an attack. Four heavily armed ninjas pounced out from the dim four corners.

Second Austrian! He actually used ninjas to ambush him! How about two ronin samurai first to make a transition?

Shikasuke took out a kunai and fought off the fastest one. The shadow under his feet tried to reach the person in charge, but was blocked by another ninja who took the initiative to bump into him.

"Everyone, be careful! This is a Nara who can manipulate shadows!" The person in charge hid behind the counter and loudly reminded his subordinates.

cut! The black market really knows everything. It's obviously a secret technique.

Nara Shikasuke no longer hid, he formed seals with his hands, the Shadow Sewing Technique exploded, and the black hands that turned into entities knocked down the remaining three people together.

He wanted to get back to Ji Jun's side, but as soon as he took a step back, the fifth person in ambush stabbed him with a knife from the ceiling.

"One step to the left." Izayoi's voice sounded faintly.

Shikasuke did as he was told without thinking. The moment he stepped back, the Shadow Seam Technique detached from the soles of his feet, stood up like a human figure, and raised his arms upward to resist the attack of the katana sword.

Immediately afterwards, shadows came out from the four corners of the room to find their targets one by one and launch attacks.

Because it was an ambush, several ninjas were caught off guard and caught in one fell swoop on their own grounds.

Shikasuke gritted his teeth and kept doing nothing. He held the kunai in his hand and prepared to deal with them all, when he saw the shadow clinging to the enemy ninja's hand suddenly exerted force and manipulated the opponent's hand to break on its own.

Ah, this...

Shikasuke ran halfway and turned around to catch the person in charge. After dealing with the ninja, this guy is the best to catch.

After pushing away the counter, the person in charge of the black market hid fully in the dark hole below. You can't see more than three feet away at a glance, and you can tell with your knees that there must be many traps inside.

Shikasuke stopped Ji Jun, who was walking slowly, and cautiously advised, "Don't put yourself in danger."

"It doesn't matter. He took the person away."

Shikasuke looked under the counter and found that the "tongue" he had brought had been dragged into the tunnel by the person in charge.

"You expected this?"

"There are three account books in the gambling house. One is an open account, one is a private account, and there is also a more secret detailed record of the entry and exit of valuable goods."

Izayoi put his hand on the counter, picked up the charcoal pen that the person in charge had dropped in panic, and looked at it carefully.

"I kept the clear account and took over the property in the gambling house. The private account was handed over to the Uchiha. They will take away some things that are difficult to liquidate and treat us like allies. So you don't have to worry about it next time Travel safety is a problem, we can hire ninjas from them at a very cost-effective price. As for the more secret detailed records..."

Izayoi took off the hat on his head, revealing a mysterious smile on his pretty face.

"If Hirata arrives at the designated place on time with the token, it won't be long before we get our share at Tanshu Street."

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Hirata was at a loss as Black Cat repeatedly asked where he bought this comfortable bell.

Behind him, the even more inconspicuous gray cat took the envelope stolen from him and took it deeper into the abandoned city.

Grandma Cat, who had lived for an unknown number of years, clicked the cigarette rod in her mouth, carefully identified the smell on the envelope, and handed it to a black cat with tabby patterns.

Black Lihua picked up the envelope and jumped out of the window. In the blink of an eye, she disappeared without a trace.

On the other side, the Uchiha clan.

A heavily armed team of four squatted on a platform halfway up the mountain, with Uchiha Izuna standing at the front. The fierce wind crackled the cloak behind him. A group of people waited silently for the information to arrive.

As if slightly moved, Izuna bit her finger. "Ninjutsu: Psychic Technique!"

Black Lihua jumped out, holding a sealed letter in her mouth. His teeth exerted slight force, and the letter was bitten. A faint trace of black air overflowed from the tooth hole and floated straight in a fixed direction.

Quan Nai laughed softly and pressed the waist knife tightly with her slender palm.

"Target appears. Let's go!"