Naruto: The hardworking model who realizes his dream is actually the white moonlight of the ninja wo

"I really don't understand what you are thinking, host..." 001 said with impatience in his tone, but he was just a system and was just talking at most.

"It's obviously best for you to stay with Izuna, but you had to fake your death and make such trouble."

001 continued to chatter: "Didn't we say the first step of the mission? We need to get close to the mission target first!! I don't know what the hell you are doing, host!"

Ningji curled up in an inn on the outskirts of the Uchiha clan. He carried some herbs he found in the mountains and returned to the Uchiha clan's territory under the guise of a wandering merchant.

Being just a guard is not enough to see through his transformation.

Going to war was not a good thing, which meant that it was destined that there would be few wandering merchants in the Uchiha clan.

"The last time a businessman came here was a few years ago. At that time, they seemed to have brought some small gadgets for war."

"What blades, what armor, all these things."

The proprietress of the hotel usually runs a food business. After so many years of war, not many people come here to visit. There are only three or four guest rooms, and they still need to be cleaned on the day of check-in.

"Bring the herbs with you, the chieftain will be happy too!"

The proprietress didn’t have her Sharingan open, and wasn’t a ninja, but one could tell the power of her voice by just looking at the way she exhaled when she spoke.

Neji nodded and handed the currency in his hand to the proprietress.

He is not short of money, at least not now.

In this era, humans' knowledge of medicinal herbs was really limited. He just saved some wounded people when he went down the mountain, and that was the amount of money he earned from a mission as a killer.

Lord Senju is really stingy.

"Then you can take a rest first. If you have any further questions, just come to me directly."

He was a man of few words, but there was something off about the businessman that the boss lady described.

"What happened to the guy who sold the weapons?"

The proprietress looked a little surprised: "How...? At that time, Master Ban's clan leader personally met him. After that, I don't know much."

She waved her hands helplessly: "How can ordinary people like us know these things? If you ask me, I know only what I can tell you. If it's something I can't tell you, the big shots above won't let us know!"

"The things that the guests want to know should be in the category of what cannot be said."

Regardless of whether the proprietress knew it or not, she was just trying to drive the customer away and tell him not to ask any more questions.

The herb with small yellow flowers was placed in front of the proprietress: "This plant can relieve headaches."

After saying that, he took the room key and went upstairs.

The lady boss held up the plant and exclaimed uncontrollably: "What a miracle doctor! He really doesn't look like a medicine seller."

Although this hotel is located on the outer edge of Uchiha, it is very close to Izuna's room. With the Byakugan open, the sick young man from the main family can be directly captured in her sight.

A medicine seller, especially one that sells herbs, cannot stay for long.

Madara had just set out with his elite troops, and it would take at least a week for them to return - the battle was extremely stalemate, and the Senju side put up the protracted battle that they were proud of, so the Uchiha naturally had to accept the challenge.

This is the best time.

It's not just because of Izuna's health, but also because of the battle situation. It can be said that it's the right time, the right place, and the right people.

"Following Izunai will only lead to a one-way trip."

He needed to give Uchiha Madara enough hints to make him doubt and guess his identity within a safe range.

Anyone who wants to change eyes will naturally know about it from Ban.

The image behind the veil is the most beautiful.

"Then I can only wish you success." 001 said in a bad tone, "Oh, sorry, I forgot that you don't have a horse anymore - after all, you ate it. If you want to have one again, you can only go to the afterlife."

After 001 returned to the factory, whenever Neji did something that violated the mission procedures, he became very aggressive, completely different from his previous silly and mean look.

What kind of place is the so-called headquarters?

"You might as well figure out what host you should change to next."

The bandage that Ningci used to seal Uchiha Tajima's Mangekyō Sharingan was left on the battlefield. He buried it just so he could take it now.

In the woods, on the river bank, just behind the boulder.

The bright moon is high in the sky, the white mist is like fog, and the shadows of the trees are graceful. It is a good time for a walk.

But the proprietress obviously didn't think so.

"Guest, this is by no means malicious towards you..."

The lady boss tapped her lips with her fingers, she looked very scared: "You just came here, you may not know, Uchiha has attracted the 'evil spirit', but a few days ago - my husband who came back from the battlefield, told me personally..."

The proprietress lowered her voice, as if this would prevent the "evil spirit" from hearing her and thus save her life.

"Just a few days ago, an 'evil spirit' suddenly appeared and killed six Uchiha in one go. Five of them not only had no obvious external injuries, but even their internal organs were shattered!"

"It is said that when you bring it back, just shake it a little and the rotten internal organs will flow out of the mouth, ears, and eyes..."

The proprietress took a deep breath, and then there was a terrifyingly clear sound of swallowing saliva.

"Three days ago, the 'evil spirit' appeared again, even scarier than before..."

"They couldn't tell friend from foe! Even the birds in the woods were killed."

In fact, the only ones killed by the "evil spirit" were the birds in the forest.

But both Uchiha and Senju had heard of "evil spirits". Those corpses lying all over the ground, spitting blood, whether it was Senju or Uchiha, might be regarded as the work of "evil spirits" by people who saw them.

The "evil spirit" himself had exactly the same idea in mind.

The proprietress had a good impression of the businessman and naturally didn't want to see him in danger, but this man looked like he had made up his mind.

"Thanks for the reminder, Madam Boss. I was just walking around the outer edge to see if there was anyone who needed help."

"It's the end of spring and the beginning of summer, when people are most likely to get sick. The doctors in the tribe are all focused on the injured, so ordinary villagers are inevitably ignored."

"Although I am just an ordinary herbal merchant, it is just a minor illness, so I can still do something."

He spoke sincerely, and the places he went to were full of people. The proprietress nodded, recorded the time, and watched the man walk away with the herbs on his back.

In less than three hours, the proprietress was finally relieved.

She saw the merchant standing in front of her with a basket of herbs that was quite empty on his back, still intact. After exchanging a few words of greeting, he went upstairs to rest.

What a good man who saves people.

The lady boss thought that everyone who came here to do business wanted to get in touch with the elders of their family first so that they could sell at a higher price. They, the common people, had no right to do anything.

The Uchiha Outer Edge were only slightly better than the average villagers, and in times of war, they couldn't even compare to them.

“What a nice guy.”

What the proprietress didn't know was that the businessman who saved the world was just a shadow clone.

The real body, however, is committing crimes on the edge of the battlefield under the identity of "evil spirit".

I shot down a few birds and killed a few deer. Not much blood was lost, but there were a lot of screams.

Even if there is no substantial damage, it is enough to make people avoid the river bank.

But this trivial trick could deceive ordinary members of the tribe, but it could not deceive Uchiha Madara.

Both Madara and the Senju brothers showed great interest in the "evil spirit". They couldn't wait to meet this monster they had never met before.

The screams were heard not only along the riverbank, but also at the foot of the mountain, on the mounds, in abandoned temples, and everywhere else that sounded like something evil. They all became filled with gloomy air and gave off a chilling feeling of terror.

If Uchiha Madara happens to find this place, there is only one way.

There was nothing in Neji's hand except the knife, and even that knife was picked up from the ground.

Judging from the shape, it should be made by the Senju clan. Their swords have always been more painful to use than the Uchiha's - the serrated blade will bring out more blood, and the Senju's Lord Tobirama can use water jutsu to chase the owner of the blood.

What bad luck.

As Neji dug, his fingers touched soft gauze, which was the bandage that sealed Tajima's eyes.

There was a rustling sound in the jungle, and the trap that Neji had set earlier, imitating the Senju, swayed slightly.

Someone is coming.

But if you roll your eyes, it means you are revealing your entire identity.

"Uncle Huaren, the 'evil spirit' must be here."

"Of course I will listen to you, but judging from the time, the sound from the west is more likely to be made by the 'evil spirit' passing by."

Uchiha Madara strode forward, and caught a glimpse of the trap set by the Senju from the corner of his eye, but he stepped on it without hesitation. The Uchiha Hua followed behind him, but he was very careful, fearing that he would be attacked and lose his life.

Huaren was the head of the purchasing team and was better at business negotiations than fighting. He was in charge of the Uchiha's armor, weapons, and even some of the emergency food.

But a few days ago, Ban somehow knew that he was very interested in "evil spirits", and he happened to catch up with its appearance, so he dragged himself and the elite troops to the front line.

They really don't know how to be considerate of their elders. The Chinese were dissatisfied in their hearts, but they still had a warm smile on their faces.

"It looks like it's gone far away."

There was no one on either side of the river, let alone the "evil spirit" from before.

Madara glanced at the ground, his gaze paused behind a boulder, then continued moving.

"I'm not very skilled. Now let's go to the west side that the Chinese uncle mentioned."

The Chinese man's legs and feet were sore and he didn't want to take another step, but he had to give in to Ban's words: "The Chinese uncle is still more skilled."