Hiding in the sand, splitting into many places, starting with Arkham

“My physical fitness isn’t bad.”

Shimizu contentedly flexed the muscles on his arm.

As expected of someone who can stir up trouble all day long.

Although I don’t know which world this is, who cares? I’ll extract Chakra first, and then see if I can use my family’s connections to forge some credentials.

After that, I can rely on the Uesugi clan’s power to advance into the business and political circles, and acquire fortune.

A heavenly start!

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Naruto World.

After paying attention to the world where his clone was newly placed for a few days, Shimizu lost interest.

It’s too calm and peaceful. Apart from the era seeming a bit earlier, nothing at all is happening!

Anyway, this clone has a good family background and a relatively reliable way to acquire fortune. At least if things proceed step by step, Shimizu won’t lose out.

Currently, after the last great war, the war between Sunagakure, Konoha, and Amegakure has entered a fever pitch.

The Second Shinobi World War has been going on for many years. Both sides are old rivals, and with new and old grudges, they’re practically fighting to the death.

The direct consequence of this is a shortage of manpower.

Because too many people are dying.

So, this year another batch of Ninja Academy students graduated early to assist with logistics and other work.

As for those Ninja Academy students who graduated early in the past, they have already grown into qualified cannon fodder.

“Well, another mission.”

Shimizu sat in his seat, poked his head out from the pile of documents, and looked at Kazakami Chidori with surprise.

He had to do more work than Ebizō and Maki.

Because Chiyo dumped some of the less important but troublesome and time-consuming documents from her hands to Shimizu.

“Ah, a C-rank mission, to lead some newly graduated Genin and escort supplies from border Outpost Seven.”

Kazakami Chidori tossed the mission scroll in front of everyone.

This kind of mission is also relatively safe.

If those newly graduated Genin went to the battlefield, few would survive. In the early stages, they would first practice with some missions to improve.

Progressing gradually is the best way to maximize the use of every bit of strength and discover talents.

So, this kind of work is like babysitting.

“Okay, I’ll go notify Team Nine to coordinate the documents, and we’ll set off immediately.”

Maki obviously couldn’t hold back either, and ran out to call people.

“Remember to organize your ninja tools. Although it’s a relatively safe mission, it’s still in a combat zone. Occasionally, small enemy squads will reach the rear of the front line. You can’t skimp on the preparations you need to make, and you still have to be careful.”

Kazakami Chidori instructed.

In just a few minutes, Shimizu and the others had coordinated the matters and prepared to set off.

There are many routes for transporting logistics supplies.

In order to prevent intelligence leaks that would lead to enemy ambushes and destruction of supplies during transport, the frontline commander randomly selects a route each time.

The route is also random when going, but because everyone in the team is a Chunin or higher, and there are no excessive logistical burdens affecting their movement, they arrived at their destination in just three hours.

“I didn’t expect it to be Chidori-jōnin this time.”

In Outpost Seven, a middle-aged man with a face full of stubble took the initiative to walk towards Shimizu and the others.

This is the captain of the outpost garrison team, Tokubetsu Jōnin Hyakuzu.

“Hyakuzu-jōnin.”

Kazakami Chidori shook hands with Hyakuzu.

“Cough cough, Chidori-jōnin, you’re too polite. I’m not a proper Jōnin yet.”

Hyakuzu laughed, and with a flick of his sleeve, something rolled into Kazakami Chidori’s hand.

“Chidori-jōnin, this is already the third time I’ve submitted my Jōnin application, but the Kazekage Building still hasn’t approved it. What do you think…”

Shimizu looked at his nose, and his nose at his heart, pretending not to see anything.

Ebizō looked up at the clouds, and Maki looked down and counted non-existent ants.

“Hyakuzu ah.”

Kazakami Chidori narrowed her eyes, and without knowing what method she used, that thing returned to Hyakuzu’s hand.

Only then did Shimizu see clearly that it was a very small miniature sealing scroll.

“Alas, that’s true.”

Hyakuzu still acted enthusiastically, took the mission scroll, matched the secret marks on the scroll, matched the password with Kazakami Chidori, and after completing the process, waved to the people behind him.

“The handover is complete, come out!”

Nine young Genin, about ten years old, ran out of the outpost gate.

In fact, they were only a year or so younger than Shimizu and Maki.

Behind them were several carriages full of supplies.

“Four carriages of supplies, of which the third carriage is the most important, because the boxes at the bottom layer of those supplies are all sealing scrolls. In reality, more than 50% of the important military equipment is sealed in the scrolls. If the third carriage is secured, most of the supplies will be secured.”

Hyakuzu explained to Kazakami Chidori.

At the same time, the little brats also focused their attention on Shimizu and the others.

“Wow! Who are they? They don’t seem much older than us, how are they already Chunin?”

“Wahahaha, when this big爷 earns merit for the village on the battlefield, I’ll definitely become a Chunin soon! Then I’ll become a Jōnin, and finally become the Kazekage!”

“You’re bragging!”

Shimizu looked left and right at Ebizō and Maki speechlessly.

“That… were we like them when we just graduated?”

“No.”

Ebizō said succinctly.

Maki crossed his arms and blew a few broken notes that were even more unpleasant than a crow’s caw.

“I… should I have been better than them back then?”

Shimizu looked at these newly graduated Genin again.

Each of them revealed a kind of clear stupidity in their eyes, noisy and clamorous, with an air of naiveté.

“That, this beautiful senior sister, can I ask your name and get your contact information?”

A little showoff with slanted bangs and hands in his pockets darted to Ebizō’s side and winked.

“Scram.”

Ebizō’s answer was only one word.

“You…”

“Okay, kid, honestly follow your companions and re-count the supplies.”

Shimizu slapped the little brat on the head.

“Damn it! How dare you treat me like this, do you know that my father is in the Political Affairs Department…”

“Don’t know, if you keep yapping, I’ll have someone go warn your dad.”

For some reason, the more Shimizu looked at this little brat, the more annoyed he became, and he gave him another flick on the forehead.