Naruto: My Own Wind

In an unknown small cave in the resource-rich territory of the Land of Fire, Kazama's figure suddenly appeared.

After looking around vigilantly and making sure there was no danger, Fengjian sat down on the ground.

The battle with Orochimaru was the most focused fight that Kazama had had in recent years. It is easy to get tired when you concentrate highly on doing anything, let alone a life-and-death battle.

Taking off his ANBU mask, Kazama wiped the dried blood from the corner of his mouth.

As expected of the legendary Three Ninjas, I must have been knocked flying by them four or five times. Moreover, Kazama touched his right cheek and it seemed a little swollen.

This is the difference in strength!

However, this battle also brought me a lot of gains, the most important of which was the building of self-confidence.

What's more, Fengjian firmly believes that it won't be long before this gap disappears.

Looking at the mask in his hand, Fengjian suddenly discovered something interesting. What material was this mask made of? Why was his face swollen but the mask was safe and sound?

Is it the reason for the system’s production?

Fengjian was stunned for a moment, shook his head and smiled. No matter what the reason was, isn't it good to be sturdy and durable?

"Ding, there is a new mission, host, do you want to accept it?"

Without hesitation, choose to accept it.

"Ding, the host accepts Mission B: Escort the Kimura caravan to Deka Port."

B mission? Feng Jian grinned. Is the sun rising in the west today? The system is so generous.

Three consecutive tasks above level B, this is really a first for a young lady to get married!

After being happy, Fengjian looked at the content of the task.

The mission destination is good, it's like going home, but who is this Kimura caravan? I...

Snapped!

Fengjian slapped his thigh hard and cursed "swindler" as if to vent his anger.

My 50 points!

It's true that there is no businessman without fraud!

After feeling depressed, Feng Jian clicked on the small question mark behind the task again.

After getting the information, Kazama changed out of Konoha Anbu uniform, put back on his own clothes, left the cave, and disappeared into the woods with a few leaps.

After a while, Fengjian came to a three-way intersection.

Hanging upside down on the tree trunk, Fengjian stroked his flowing yellow hair. It seemed that he came early and the caravan had not arrived yet.

Jumping down from the tree trunk, Fengjian held the samurai sword, sat down under a towering ancient tree, closed his right eye slightly, and waited for the so-called caravan to arrive.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sounds of horse hooves and wheel wheels reached Fengjian’s ears.

Fengjian opened his eyes slightly and saw a group of people driving carriages and horses slowly coming towards him on the road on the left.

There must be five or six carriages and more than ten people.

Fengjian was a little surprised. This caravan was not small.

Just as Fengjian was thinking about how to join the caravan, his ears moved, then he smiled slightly, continued to close his eyes, and waited for the opportunity.

When Fengjian saw the caravan, the people walking at the front of the caravan naturally saw him.

"Boss Kimura, look ahead." A little bald man holding a samurai sword ran up to a middle-aged man with a square face and said.

Kimura also saw Fengjian sleeping under the tree. He frowned and said calmly, "What are you making a fuss about? Let's continue on our way."

Upon hearing this, the little bald man said "oh" and turned around and ran back to the carriage in the front.

While walking forward, he kept his eyes fixed on Fengjian who had his eyes closed, and his hand never left the hilt of the sword.

The conversation between the little bald head and Kimura attracted the attention of an old man in the middle of the caravan.

The old man was dressed simply and wore glasses. After taking a few quick steps, he leaned over to look at Fengjian.

The more the old man looked, the more his eyebrows gathered together, and he didn't even notice the people around him.

"Chi Xian, what are you looking at?" a young man asked softly.

Upon hearing this, the old man turned his head and said in a low voice: "Master, I seem to have seen the man in front, but I can't remember where I have seen him before."

After hearing what the old man said, the young man also looked forward twice, then shook his head and said, "Chi Xian, you must be dazzled. He is just an ordinary passerby."

"Master, I..."

"Okay, let's catch up with the team." The young man said and took the lead to walk forward.

Seeing this, the old man did not explain and quickly followed the young man, but his eyes never left Fengjian.

Soon, the caravan arrived in front of Kazama, but Kazama remained the same.

Kimura glanced at Kazama, and seeing that he showed no signs of waking up, he stopped looking at him.

When Kimura was about to urge the caravan to speed up, the sound of horse hooves was heard ahead. Although it was not deafening, one could tell from the sound that there were a lot of horses.

Kimura looked solemn. He glanced at Kazama and seeing that he was still resting with his eyes closed, he turned his head and looked straight ahead.

"Boss Kimura, what's going on..."

Kimura raised his hand and said, "Takamiya, tell the brothers to move aside and make way for the cavalry."

Takamiya is the little bald guy. As soon as Konoha finished speaking, he immediately ran around to convey Kimura's words.

The drivers whipped their horses and drove the carriages to the side.

As for the others, they were also standing to the side, including the old man and the young man.

Soon, the caravan made way for a path wide enough for two horses to pass side by side.

The road was cleared and the sound of horse hooves stopped abruptly.

Because the so-called "horse team" has appeared in front of the caravan and Fengjian.

When Kimura saw the leader of the horse team, he secretly thought that something bad was going to happen.

Even when the leader of the cavalry was sitting on horseback, one could tell that he was of sturdy build. A scar running from his forehead to his right cheek made his already ferocious appearance even more arrogant and unreasonable.

Coupled with the conspicuous pair of large axes on the horses and the greedy looks in the eyes of these people, Kimura was 100% sure that this was a group of horse bandits.

Horse bandits are the kind of bandits that caravans like Kimura's are most reluctant to encounter. They have no fixed place to live and are walking thugs. What's worse, some of them enjoy killing people.

"Takamiya, let the brothers protect the goods." Kimura said solemnly, holding the hilt of the knife.

"Boss Kimura, they..."

"go with!"

Before Gao Gong could execute the order, the bandit leader picked up a pair of large axes and pointed them at Kimura, "I'm in a good mood today, leave the goods behind, and get out of here!"

Upon hearing this, Kimura drew out his samurai sword and said fearlessly, "Let us keep the goods. You are daydreaming."

"Oh! If you don't accept my toast, then I'll punish you!" The bandit leader showed a ferocious look, looked at the caravan one by one, and then showed his yellow teeth, "In that case, I will make sure you die without a complete corpse."

The bandit leader said, raising his axe high, "Kill!"

When the bandits heard this, they screamed in surprise, drew their weapons, and rode their horses towards the caravan.

When the caravan members saw this, they all drew their weapons.

Except for a few people like Kimura and Takamiya who were using samurai swords, everyone else was holding spears.

Of course, the old man and the young man also held samurai swords.

Feng Jian opened his eyes slightly and saw the battle between the caravan and the horse bandits.

After seeing it, Fengjian was quite surprised that the people in this caravan were really well-trained.

Two people were in a group, one used a spear to resist the attacks of the horse bandits, and the other used the spear to stab the horse's belly.

As long as the horse is injured, the bandits will fall to the ground and the caravan members will shoot them again.

Fengjian nodded secretly, this caravan was unusual. No wonder they dared to walk in this dangerous world without hiring ninjas.

However, although the caravan seemed to have the advantage, there was actually no qualitative change because they were at a disadvantage in terms of numbers.

Another point is that the bandit leader's fighting power is quite high. Three members of the caravan have already died under his axe.