My Hidden Road

Danzo is now being whetted by Naoto, and the information about conspiring to meet with Sunagakure's top brass was fabricated by Naoto, but it is a must-have for Danzo, who is extremely controlling.

Naoto is setting up a trap to deceive Hanzo into abandoning Konoha Village and turning to Sunagakure or Iwagakure. In this way, Konoha Village will be attacked from both sides. The first step has been completed, and then Naoto will complete the second step to solve the root problem in Amegakure Village.

As a spy, let Danzo have direct contact with you and not let other spies interfere with your plans.

The oil with the fragrant aroma was most likely the cosmetics used by women. Naoto drew a circle with a radius of five kilometers on the map. Most people move around within a radius of five kilometers a day, and basically do not exceed this radius.

As for the range, Naoto now drew a circle with the trash can as the dot. Within this circle should be the hiding place of the root spy.

After marking the places where cosmetics may be found, including residential areas, pubs, restaurants, bathhouses, hotels, etc., Naoto immediately got dozens of possible places.

After everything was done, Naoto took off his clothes, walked into the bathroom and showered, then lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Early morning of the second day.

Naoto held an umbrella and left home as usual. He lost all his equipment during the last mission. Hanzo didn't say he would pay for the mission, so Naoto planned to go to the underground black market to buy some ninja tools.

Hanzo is so stingy that he doesn't even pay the reward for completing the mission. No wonder the rain ninja wants to leave the country, clearly using people as tools.

The clock shop is where the underground bank is located, and the underground black market is in another place. Back then, old man Fumiki told Naoto how to identify underground forces. Stores that sell metal products are banks, and stores that sell wood are black markets, but how to recognize underground stores is not.

Another secret that cannot be told.

The underground black market of Amegakure Village is in the bustling city, and it is also under Naoto's jurisdiction, close to the center of Amegakure. Holding an umbrella, he walked to a store selling urns. Naoto walked in without saying a word, and saw a short old man sitting on a brazier.

He stepped forward and stretched out his crutch to stop Naoto.

"What's the important matter for your distinguished guest?"

Naoto said expressionlessly: "Geng nine five twenty seven."

"Please come in."

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Ten minutes later, Naoto walked out of the store with a new sword on his back. There was a corner poked out of the raincoat at the back of his waist. He didn’t know what it was. The purchase of a ninja tool this time surprised Naoto, because the ninja sword behind him looked like it was two years ago.

The batch I sold included a long sword, a rib, and some kunai, shurikens, and detonating charms.

Things like kunai are easy to buy, but the detonating charm is a bit difficult. Naoto spent all his money to buy this equipment, hoping to get value for money.

Naoto, who feels like he is spending money like water, wants to go back to his old business. If he has the opportunity to get some supplies and sell them on the black market, he can't just sit there and have nothing.

After Naoto's induction yesterday, Hanzo has begun to waver. In the past, he took the opportunity to blackmail Konoha to give him supplies that would arrive soon, but this time there was something unusual, and Danzo did not give any response.

Naoto bought three more buns and went to the cabin, but Sachi and the two brothers seemed not to be here, so Naoto had to sit in the house and wait for them. Fortunately, it didn't take long for the two brothers to come back, each holding an apple in their hands.

"Sir." Sachi and Naoto were a little nervous.

Putting down the bun in his hand, Naoto smiled slightly: "Don't be nervous, I still want to ask for your help this time. I plan to hire you to help for a long time, but it may be a little dirty. What do you think?"

"no problem!"

"Don't you think about it?"

Xinghe shook his head and looked firmly: "Being alive is better than anything else. Taro and I almost starved to death some time ago. It was the food you left that saved our lives. I want to repay you."

"repay?"

Naoto smiled lightly and said: "I don't need you to repay. There is only an employment relationship between us. Since you agree to this, that's fine. From today on, you will dispose of garbage in the trash can in Area A. No one will cause trouble for you.

But you have to pay attention to some trash cans..."

Taking out the map, Naoto told Yukiwa the marked area and asked him to pay attention to the surrounding environment while rummaging through the garbage, especially the garbage with the scent of cosmetics. He would come here to look for him every three days.

"Why pick up trash?"

"Hehehe..." Naoto stared at him like a hawk.

Yukiwa, who felt weak when he saw it, knew that he had asked something he shouldn't have asked, so he could only nod his head and agree to the matter. Naoto thought that this child was very good and might be able to do this well.

Naoto took out a small bag from the shoulder bag at his waist and poured the contents on the table. They were all small bills and coins, totaling two thousand taels.

"This is your commission. I originally planned to give you big banknotes, but a brat like you can't be so rich and people will suspect you, so I changed the big banknotes into small coins. Wouldn't you mind?"

When Xinghe heard this, he felt that Naoto was very considerate, so why should he mind?

"No, you haven't asked for your name yet?"

"Do not ask."

Naoto stood up and rubbed Taro's little head and said: "If you know, you will die miserably. If you meet me in the future, you will pretend that you don't know me. The only thing you have to do is to complete the task."

"OK."

After leaving the cabin, the two brothers sat in the house eating steamed buns. Naoto chose Yukiwa to be his spy not just randomly, but because he had a handle, and his younger brother Taro was the handler. However, Yukari and this kid didn't have a castle, maybe he had experience.

It'll be fine if things get better.

It would be better not to have a castle. If Yuki and this child had a castle, maybe Naoto would be the first to kill him.

Naoto is now eager to dig out the spy who is deep in the Hidden Rain Village. Only in this way can his plan be seamless and he can take advantage of the lag in intelligence to deceive.

There is another very unfortunate thing. All of Naoto's subordinates ran away. More than a dozen of them all ran away. I heard that they went to Shinta's jurisdiction to work as henchmen. They ran away, so what about the polished commander?

There is only Naoto in the patrol force in Area A. It is not difficult for one person to patrol a quarter of Yuyin Village. Naoto is so famous now that he killed his own subordinates on the first day he took office to perform the task.

The leading jounin died, his companions died, but he ran back intact with blood all over his body.

Walking on the streets of the jurisdiction, Naoto found something strange, because there were a lot of shops on the streets. When he left a few days ago, there were only seven or eight scattered ones, but now there are more than a dozen.

Walking outside a shop where he bought fried rice and takoyaki, Naoto leaned against the counter and called to the boss.

"Hey, old man Yiga."

The voice of the boss came from the shop. Old man Yiga was the boss of the shop where Naoto used to come to have free meals.

"Come, come, it's Naoto-sama, are you here for dinner?"

"Omelet rice, plus a glass of pickled plum juice."

"It's weird, it's weird." Naoto sat on the chair outside the counter and just muttered.

Yika fried the egg skin in a pan and didn't understand why: "Naoto-sama, what are you talking about that is weird? Everything that has happened here since you came here recently has been good things, there is nothing weird."

"Isn't it strange that so many shops come here?"

"We've run out of sour plum juice. Can you think of black tea?"

"I like green tea."

"Okay."