My Hidden Road

Naoto walked into the darkroom and looked at the things inside with great interest. The most common thing here was ninja tools, which were piled in the corner and could not be cleaned. There were also several reward albums posted on the wall.

"The gas mask you asked for."

The old man found a lot of gas masks from a cabinet. Some of them were dusty and some were new. Naoto picked up a mask and looked at it carefully. There was Amegakure's logo engraved on the edge of the mask. Not surprisingly, all of them were.

Sold from the army.

"How much does one cost?" Naoto asked.

"Two thousand taels."

Naoto immediately jumped up and said: "Two thousand taels a piece, why don't you go and grab it? Don't think I don't know the true price of these things. Five hundred taels a piece is enough for me."

"Boy, don't look at what the world is like now. Five hundred for one was a thing of the past. Maybe I will buy five thousand for one here tomorrow."

"No." Naoto gritted his teeth and said, "Five hundred and fifty each, I'll buy five hundred."

"It's only five hundred. It's up to the old man to send you three home to play with."

"Two thousand tools!"

The old man looked suspiciously: "Kid, do you have money?"

"Of course!" Naoto took out a wad of bills from his pocket.

"The money here isn't even a small change. Are you kidding me?"

"I'll pay you with something."

"what?"

Naoto took out three seal scrolls from the ninja tool bag at his waist, spread them out in front of him and formed seals with his hands. A burst of white mist rose, and dozens of ninja swords appeared on the scrolls. The total of the three seal scrolls combined

The sword had hundreds of handles. The old man picked up a ninja sword and pulled it out. Suddenly he remembered something and looked at Naoto with a smile, and then threw the ninja sword on the ground.

"From the previous caravan?"

"That's right."

Naoto said proudly: "These are all good knives produced by the Kingdom of Iron. I believe they will be sold at a high price. To be honest, I don't feel at ease every night when I have these things here."

The old man had some admiration for Naoto. Many people coveted these weapons, but they all failed in vain and cost themselves their own lives. It seems that this kid can get them and come back alive. It seems that he has some means.

"The origin of these things is not very upright, so the price must be discounted."

"Damn old man!" Naoto cursed and said, "Tell me, tell me that the thing on your black market has an upright origin, and I paid ten times the price for it."

"make a deal."

The old man stretched out his palm and said: "Kid, you have some abilities. I am very optimistic about you. I can give you five hundred gas masks as a gift for the first transaction, but I will refuse these ninja swords."

"make a deal."

Naoto's palms were clasped with the old man's, "Naoto Shisukegawa, I hope our transaction can be as pleasant next time."

"My name is Wenmu, you can call me Old Man Wenmu. In addition to ninja tools, there are many reward notices here. If you are interested, you can contact me."

"I don't make money from dead people."

Old Man Wenmu chuckled: "Good habit. Making money from dead people will eventually lead to retribution."

"By the way." Naoto pointed to a pile of ninja costumes from various countries and said, "Can you give me some clothes? I will be of great use."

"Take your pick, these things are almost moldy here."

After a while, Naoto walked out with a small bag on his back. Kosuke and Daibutsu breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Naoto come out safely, but their jaws were shocked when they saw Naoto and old man Fumiki chatting and laughing with their arms around each other. As expected of Naoto, he just has a way.

How long did it take before we were able to talk and talk to each other?

"Old man Wenmu, goodbye."

The old man stood under the eaves and nodded and smiled. There is no doubt that old man Fumiki made a profit from this transaction, and so did Naoto. Watching Naoto and the other three leave the wood shop, old man Fumiki continued to sit on the chair like a bad old man. He had just talked to Naoto

The careful calculation when trading suddenly disappeared.

"He is a good boy, bold and careful..."

After the transaction was completed, Naoto led the two of them straight away from the market and walked to a remote place before feeling relieved. The three of them squatted under a cliff to replenish food and rest.

"How is it?" Jiuzuke asked.

Naoto patted the package he was carrying behind him and said, "There's nothing I can't handle when I go out. Everything's done. Two thousand five hundred gas masks. If we sell these, we'll make a lot of money."

The great Buddha said in confusion: "But who are we selling to now? Should we sell it to Konoha or Sunagakure? This is betrayal of the country."

"Naoto, you don't want to sell it to Konoha or Sunagakure, do you?" Hatosuke asked cautiously.

"No?" Naoto responded dully.

Yusuke didn't know where he got the courage to pick up Naoto's collar: "In the past, I could accompany you no matter what dangerous things you did, but not this time, we can't do such a thing.

You know that these gas masks can be equipped with two thousand-man troops, which will put the Kingdom of Rain into a dangerous situation. You are traitorous!"

"Is this still a country?"

Naoto yelled at Hatosuke: "Here, the land we stand on, do you think the Land of Rain is a country?"

"This is our country, you can't do such excessive things." Jiuzuke retorted.

"This is not a country at all. I just want you to live a better life. After selling this batch of supplies, I can take you out of here and go to other countries. A country that won't cry all the time without war. This money is enough for us."

A life of good life.”

"You are traitorous!"

"This is business!"

Naoto and Hatosuke had a fight, and they had disagreements about the whereabouts of these gas masks and the country. Naoto did not have a good impression of the Land of Rain, and he had only been in this world for a long time. But Hatosuke joined Hanzo's army because he loved this country.

, I met Naoto by chance. He wanted to save the country, and even if he couldn't, he wouldn't hurt her.

"stop."

Daibutsu was annoyed that he said those words, which caused disagreements among the three of them, but he also opposed Naoto selling these gas masks to the enemy country. He also wanted to save the country, not harm it.

The three of them struggled together, and the package behind Naoto fell off, and several seal scrolls rolled down and were soaked by the rain. In the end, Naoto was caught by the Buddha and pinned his limbs. Hatosuke lit a fire and burned all the scrolls. Naoto watched the burning

The flames remained silent, and the three began to have differences.

The flames completely engulfed the scroll, and the Buddha gradually let go of Naoto's arm. He didn't want to do this, but his inner decision told him not to sell these gas masks to the enemy.

After using all his strength to break free from the shackles of the Big Buddha, Naoto walked into the heavy rain and let the raindrops fall on him. Hatosuke on the side lowered his head and said nothing. The Big Buddha wanted to speak but hesitated.

"This country is hopeless." Naoto said with a bitter smile.

"Peace will definitely be restored in the Rain Country, it will definitely happen."

Naoto turned around and looked at the speaker. The speaker was Yusuke, his best friend. Naoto was not angry that they burned the seal scroll, but he was angry that they still had hope in this extremely rotten country.

Ridiculous hopes cost them their lives.

Naoto was angry but unable to refute. This was their country and should be treated as such. He had no sense of identity with this country, so he came up with this idea to make money through smuggling activities.