In Konoha, I collected corpses on the battlefield for ten years

After a brief chat with Fukuda, he excused himself and left.

Asuma was left alone in the messy corridor.

It was one thing to pull out his own cigarettes, but to actually take the whole pack... sneakily!

Chapter 5: The Red Corpse (Please collect and recommend)

He strolled around, taking in the prosperity and vitality of Konoha Village.

By the time he returned to the morgue, the sun had set, and the moonlight gently draped over Konoha, giving it a hazy beauty.

Several medical ninjas stood at the entrance.

Upon seeing him, they handed over several scrolls containing corpses, exchanged a few pleasantries, and left immediately.

Even medical ninjas weren't particularly fond of corpses, and no one wanted to linger in a place like the morgue.

Maruyama Kiun was happy to have the peace and quiet.

Being alone and quietly accompanied by a group of corpses that couldn't talk was quite nice.

However, when he placed the corpses from the scrolls one by one onto the wooden beds covered with white cloth, he was stunned.

He stopped in front of a male corpse with a slightly burly build and covered in scars.

Because what it was emitting wasn't the white, green, or yellow light he had seen before, but red light!

Although it was very faint.

White represented Genin, green represented Chunin, yellow represented Jonin, so red...

Maruyama Kiun was momentarily excited.

Kage-level!

He immediately shook his head in self-denial.

Impossible.

Not to brag, but he knew all the Kage-level powerhouses with any reputation in the ninja world, including those from the other four hidden villages besides Konoha. Although the appearance of this male corpse was somewhat damaged, it was still recognizable.

Of course, he couldn't rule out some Kage-level powerhouses who were not well-known but possessed great strength.

But since these people didn't care about fame and reputation, why would they appear now, when the Third Shinobi World War was just beginning to show its signs?

Therefore, Maruyama Kiun guessed that this male corpse emitting red light was probably not a Kage-level powerhouse.

It was highly likely to be at the vague level between Jonin and Kage, that is, the so-called Elite Jonin or Quasi-Kage.

There weren't many ninjas of this type in the ninja world, but compared to Kage-level powerhouses, there were many more.

Enough!

The division of ninja strength is actually a very general concept, and it has different standards in different periods.

Some ninjas have only the overall strength of a Genin, but because they have one very outstanding ability, they are promoted to Chunin.

There are also some ninjas whose burst of strength may be comparable to Jonin or even Kage-level, but because of various systems and hidden strength, they are still just Genin. The most famous examples are Might Guy and Naruto Uzumaki.

Konoha is a typical example of this phenomenon.

Even among the Fire Shadow fans in his previous life, there was a saying: "Better to provoke a Konoha Jonin than to provoke a Konoha Genin." The terror of Konoha Genin is unimaginable to others.

Speaking of which, he was just a Genin.

Too bad.

He had used up his chances for today, so the system didn't give him any prompts.

Looking at the corpse quietly lying in front of him, emitting an alluring red light, Maruyama Kiun felt like his internet addiction was acting up.

It was like an internet-addicted teenager who had just obtained a legendary no-level weapon, but ran out of internet fees and had no pocket money.

It was painful.

But no matter how painful it was, he could only endure it.

This was probably the true meaning of a ninja, smile.

Tomorrow, he would draw a lottery again tomorrow.

"This can also be regarded as increasing the suspense, maybe I can get something unexpected."

Only by comforting himself in this way did he feel a little better.

Although he couldn't draw a lottery, he still had to do the work he had to do.

By the time he had treated the wounds on those corpses and cleaned up the blood stains, it was already late at night.

Kiun felt that after the initial excitement, he was already a little tired. He simply tidied up and prepared to go back to rest.

Rustle, rustle...

He perked up his ears and faintly heard slight movements coming from outside.

It seemed that someone was active nearby.

It was already midnight, and the morgue was located in an inconspicuous corner of Konoha due to its special nature, with a forest outside.

At this time of night, being active in this area was probably not a good thing.

If it was the Anbu, they could come directly without sneaking around.

Kiun frowned, his expression gradually becoming alert.

Although he didn't know who it was, if the other party was just passing by, Kiun didn't want to make contact with them.

Konoha had plenty of strong people, it wasn't his place as a small Genin to be so concerned.

He blew out the candle and stood quietly in the morgue.

After a moment.

"Huff—"

Kiun breathed a long sigh of relief. Judging from the footsteps, the other party seemed to have seen the light disappear and had left.

Then.