Naruto: Blood Mist Escape

fire nation

Beside a small lake in the southwest direction, Wuxin sat on a stone pier beside the lake, holding a fishing rod in his hand, fishing leisurely.

On another stone pier not far away, Kisame pulled the fishing rod hard and shook it vigorously. The fishing rod bounced up and dropped a fat fish onto the pebbles on the shore.

Kisame smiled and said:

"Hey, Wuxin, Master Fugu ordered us to plunder the villages and towns of the Land of Fire. Isn't it a bit inappropriate for us to fish here?"

Wuxin glanced at the pebbles behind Guisame. There were five or six big, plump fish on them, but there was not a single one behind him. He curled his lips and said:

"Kisame, you said you were fishing, you're having fun, but I didn't catch a single fish."

“I suggest fishing, but just some rest and entertainment.

We still have to complete the task assigned by Lord Puffer Ghost and cannot return empty-handed.

Hey, hey, here it comes again!"

As Kisame was speaking, he suddenly seemed to sense something. He stood up, shook the fishing rod, and another fat river fish was shaken ashore by Kisame.

Wu Xin looked at this scene, touched his forehead with his left hand, wiped the non-existent sweat, and said softly:

"We are the Anbu, and the looting missions can be completed by other ordinary ninjas.

Lord Pufferfish sent us out to plunder just to give us a break and relieve the stress we felt on the battlefield in the Kingdom of Wind.

There are tens of thousands of Konoha ninjas gathered in the western part of the Land of Fire. It will take less than a day for them to rush here to provide assistance.

Do you really think we can break into the heart of the Fire Nation, plunder it, and return safely?

Relax here for a while, and then give some fish to Master Pufferfish on your way back."

Wuxin's judgment was correct. For the so-called looting mission, there was no need to send out the Anbu. The original intention of the Xiguashan Puffer Ghost must have been to let his capable subordinates burn, kill, loot, indulge themselves for a while, and then return.

Otherwise, the Watermelon Mountain Puffer Ghost would not have said that 80% would go to the Anbu and he would only get 20%.

The Watermelon Mountain Puffer Ghost was famous for his greed. He took 80% of the looted items, while the other executors took about 20%.

It is precisely because Xiguashan Puffer Demon takes good care of his trusted subordinates that Kisame and other Anbu are very loyal to him.

"You have a point. I have no interest in looting civilians."

It seemed like Hoshigaki Kisame's good luck had exploded. While he was talking, he shook the fishing rod, and a fat fish was shaken onto the shore. The fish, which was originally struggling, fell unconscious after landing on the shore and did not move.

Wuxin's eyes twitched when he saw this and he shook the fishing rod gently, wondering if he had chosen the wrong spot. Kisame had caught so many fish, but he hadn't caught any.

Wuxin lost interest as he could not catch any fish. He glanced at the big fish on the pebble beach behind Kisame and felt the urge to grill the fish. He whispered:

"We caught a lot of fish. How about we go to a nearby town and buy some seasonings to grill the fat fish?"

"Go ahead, I'm lucky today, hehe."

Kisame answered softly, and as he spoke, he hooked his fishing rod again, and a fat fish was thrown onto the pebbles on the shore. He smiled and continued:

“The Fire Country is prosperous, and there are many civilians in towns. It should be fine for you to disguise yourself and enter the town.

Besides, with your strength, you can rob a small town. Is it possible that there are multiple teams led by Konoha jonin in this small town on the border?"

"Oh, that's true."

Wuxin nodded without any modesty, packed up his fishing rod, put it on the shore, and headed towards the nearby town of Beishanjia.

The Kitayama family is one of the feudal lords in the southwestern region of the Land of Fire. Several nearby towns are under their jurisdiction. The Kitayama Taro who was captured unintentionally before is the eldest son of the head of the Kitayama family.

However, the hostages had been released by Wuxin, and Wuxin had no intention of burning, killing or looting. He simply went to Beishan Town to buy some seasonings for a picnic.

The food, fodder, and seasonings that were prepared previously have been almost consumed in several months of war. This trip is a good opportunity to purchase some food so that we don’t have to go hunting and picnicking every day.

Wuxin walked quickly in the forest for a long time. After seeing a dirt trail, he jumped onto the dirt road and followed the road and soon arrived outside Beishan Town.

Wuxin, who was standing behind a tree outside Beishan Town, looked at the gate of Beishan Town, rolled his eyes, formed a seal with his left hand, removed the transformation technique of the marching disguise, and restored his original appearance.

Wuxin returned to his original appearance, took off the mask on his head and the ninja sword on his back, then summoned a black hooded coat from the summoning scroll and put it on.

In late autumn, the scorching heat has just passed and the weather is cool, so it is not unusual to wear a short shirt or a long shirt.

Wuxin sealed the mask, ninja sword and other items into the storage scroll, and walked towards the village with his thin figure covered in a black hooded robe.

On the archway at the entrance of the village, the three words "Beishan Town" are written. Under the archway, two warriors with swords on their waists are leaning on the pillars of the archway and chatting.

Two warriors noticed the travelers entering the city and stopped Wuxin. One of them said with a stern look:

"Foreigners, entrance fee."

"How many?"

Wuxin glanced at the two warriors and responded softly.

The warrior with a bad face looked Wuxin up and down. He saw that Wuxin was not tall, about twelve or thirteen years old, with fair skin and long smooth black hair. He looked like an aristocrat. The warrior touched his chin and asked tentatively:

"1000 taels."

"it is good."

Wuxin nodded, fumbled around under his black robe, and took out a 1000-dollar bill and handed it to the warrior.

The warrior took the money, but still looked unhappy, and made eye contact with another companion beside him.

Wuxin saw that the warrior took the money, said nothing more, and walked into the town.

After the two warriors exchanged glances, they always felt that this young man in black robe was not easy to mess with. In the end, they did not intercept him and let Wuxin enter the town.

Wuxin entered the town and walked along the road. The town was not very big, and Wuxin soon arrived at the center of the town.

There are many shops on both sides of the cobblestone road in the center of the town, as well as a group of vendors displaying all kinds of goods and shouting, making the town look lively.

After a quick stroll, I saw the seasoning shop I was looking for. I walked past the stalls, entered the shop and bought some seasoning.

After purchasing the seasonings, Wuxin walked out of the spice shop and saw the tempting rice balls displayed on the stall in front of the store, so he walked forward and bought some rice balls to stock up.

After finishing the purchase, Wuxin looked around to see if there was anything he needed to replenish. When he looked, he saw three young men wearing Konoha forehead protectors in front of a small stall scooping goldfish.

There were two men and one woman, probably about the same age as Wuxin. What caught Wuxin's attention was that one of them had a table tennis racket pattern embroidered on the back of his clothes.

Wuxin, attracted by the Uchiha clan emblem, observed the three people carefully. During this careful observation, he discovered some unexpected situations.

The Uchiha boy had short black hair, a Konoha forehead protector on his forehead, and goggles on his eyes.

The boy next to him had a silver hedgehog haircut and wore a black mask that covered his face. The other girl had medium-length brown hair and a purple pattern painted on both sides of her cheeks.

Wuxin recognized the three people by this iconic appearance, and withdrew his gaze, secretly becoming alert.

"Yellow Flash, could it be here too..."

The three little ones were nothing to worry about for Wuxin, but their mentor, the Yellow Flash Jonin Minato Namikaze, was not someone to be trifled with.