Konoha: The strongest god-level choice

The personnel deployment situation is roughly as follows: five caravan managers, eight guards, and twelve transporters and drivers.

Except for the caravan manager, the rest of the people are strong men.

As for the caravan guards, they are all the same, with samurai swords on each waist, and they look like the boss of the gods and the second in command.

Hanekawa briefly looked at these people, they were all relatively ordinary, and no one gave Hanekawa a special feeling.

To put it simply, if this was an anime or novel, it would be a cannon-fodder-level existence that doesn’t even deserve a name.

"Boy, what's your name?"

A better-dressed ronin walked over with a knife in his hand, "I am the temporary captain of the escort team. My name is Jia Bingjia."

'Artilleryman A?? No way. Will a bandit come out soon?'

"My name is... Mu Yu."

Hatake Hanekawa simply rearranged his name.

"I heard that this is your first time on a mission. I think you should know a little bit about the basic rules, right?"

As Ping Bingjia spoke, his three fingers rubbed against each other.

Hanekawa understood it at a glance.

Good guy.

An international gesture!

Hanekawa looked at the look on his face and wanted to step forward and give him a slap in the face.

But after thinking about the current situation, I still resisted doing something impulsive.

"I... don't have any money. How about you do this? I'll replenish it for you after this trip."

Zhan Bingjia's eyes lit up when he heard this. This was the first time he had seen such a thing.

"What a good boy. He's pretty good, okay, no problem."

Seeing that Hanekawa was so easy to bully, the other ronin imitated him and started making small moves.

Hanekawa responded to this one by one, but remembered them all in his heart, and planned to find an opportunity to develop a relationship with them after leaving Iron Country!

"Okay. The time is up, let's go."

The caravan manager sat on the carriage and shouted in a high-pitched voice like a eunuch.

The carriage caravan slowly left the capital of the Iron Kingdom and headed for the Kingdom of Fields.

Hanekawa followed the caravan at the back, his eyes observing the surroundings from time to time, always on guard.

Soon after leaving the Kingdom of Iron, the caravan gradually entered the trail. The surrounding jungle trees became denser, and the danger hidden in it gradually became apparent.

Along the way, Hanekawa felt as if he was being stared at by a pair of eyes.

He knew that if nothing happened to this caravan, something would happen.

But for some unknown reason, the people who were eyeing the caravan never chose to take action.

In the blink of an eye, the caravan had already left the Kingdom of Iron for two or three hours.

The exhaustion of the journey made everyone not in good spirits, and the caravan also stopped and began to rest.

"Quite smart."

Hanekawa sat beside a stone and smiled.

A ronin who heard Hanekawa's words asked curiously, "What's so clever?"

Hanekawa smiled and did not answer.

When the ronin saw this, he thought Hanekawa looked down on him, and just as he was about to get angry, an arrow flew over with a whoosh, hitting the ronin who was about to fight Hanekawa.

Hanekawa was not surprised. Seeing this, the other Ronin guards quickly drew their swords and prepared to fight, but what was embarrassing was.

People don't care about you at all.

Dozens of feather arrows flew out from the jungle, and those three wanderers could only wave their swords desperately, trying to rain down arrows with the fast-moving crotches of their swords.

"A bunch of idiots, why don't they find a rock to hide in?"

Hanekawa shook his head. A battle of this level could not even arouse Hanekawa's interest in taking action.

Compared with fighting against ninjas, samurai or ronin fighting is simply inferior, and of course it is limited to ordinary ronin and bandits.

Some top samurai master swordsmanship, and can use chakra to cover the blade, which is very powerful in combat.

"Ding Dong~"

"Pfft~"

"ah!"

After a wave of arrows, four of the eight ronin guards of the caravan fell down immediately, and five of the drivers who drove the car also fell.

The smarter ones found a rock and hid like Hanekawa.

Hanekawa looked back.

Good guy, none of the five caravan managers fell down, every one of them was like a rat turned into a spirit, they started to act like cats long ago.

"Kill!"

After the rain of arrows, about thirty-four bandits rushed up with knives, and these bandits were actually wearing uniform clothes with a jackal head painted on them.

"What?"

"It's a jackal bandit!!"

"Hey, why are we so unlucky that we encountered a jackal bandit!"

Several caravan managers not far from Hanekawa began to cry as if they were dead children.

Hanekawa turned his head slightly and glanced casually, discovering that although these bandits were uniformly dressed, they were all composed of a group of ordinary people.

Their combat power should be similar to that of the ronin hired by the caravan.

"Damn it, after following it for so long, this is all it ended up with."

The leader of the bandits overturned the entire convoy and started yelling when he saw the debris falling out.

"Let, let us go."

The remaining ronin didn't resist at all. When they saw the bandits coming to kill them, they didn't even run away. They knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

'No wonder he's a ronin, that's it...it fits the image very well.'

"Haha? Let you go? Wouldn't it be shameful for me to spread the word?"

As he spoke, the leader of the jackal bandits raised his butcher knife and killed a ronin directly.

The remaining three people were so frightened that they did not dare to move. They just knelt on the ground and shivered.

To put it bluntly, Hanekawa discovered that the cannon fodder named Peng Bingjia was actually not dead.

"Hey! Boss, there are a few more here!"

Several jackal bandits discovered the five caravan managers and carried them over like little chickens.

"Bring it over and have a look."

The leader of the jackal bandits said coldly.

"Boy, get up, don't pretend to be dead."

A jackal bandit slowly walked towards Hanekawa with a long knife dangling in his hand.

"Crunch~"

Hanekawa moved his neck briefly, and then showed a gentle smile.

"Smile laugh!"

"What a laugh!"

The jackal bandit kicked Hanekawa.

Hanekawa stood up quickly, and the beak-billed sword appeared in Hanekawa's hand like magic. Then Hanekawa made a beautiful turn and wiped the jackal bandit's neck directly.

"There's so much nonsense."

Hanekawa held the beak-beak sword in his hand, and his whole demeanor instantly changed dramatically.

"Hey! You dare to find fault! Let me chop him up!"

The leader of the jackal bandits waved his hand, and the rest of the cannon fodder swarmed forward.

Seeing so many people rushing towards him, Hanekawa immediately put away his sword, and then chose to use ninjutsu very unethically.

"Fire Release·Fire Scroll!!"

"Huh~"

"Boom boom boom~"

A tornado-shaped flame erupted from Hanekawa's mouth.

"Ahhhh!!"

"Huh~"

Hanekawa kept breathing out flames, and in an instant, more than a dozen Jackal bandits were burned and fell to the ground.

Hanekawa couldn't help but complain in his heart when he saw this scene.

It's been a long time since I came here, but I didn't expect that Fire Release can really kill people.