No doubt, Xin was interested.
He wasn't desperate for money, but who would say no to earning more?
An A-rank mission offering a reward of two million ryo-according to the commission split, as the leading jōnin, he could earn close to one million ryō himself.
But was this really worth that much money for just an A-rank mission?
After all, mission difficulty and rewards were usually tied together. You couldn't always gauge a mission's true risk just by its rank; some C-rank missions could pay more than B-rank ones.
"Isn't there something off about this mission?" Xin asked.
"Shouldn't it be classified as an S-rank mission?"
Xin directed his gaze at the person in charge.
The mission's classification seemed suspicious.
"These escort missions aren't placed in the S-rank category because there's a chance you won't even encounter any enemies. But if a battle does happen, it could easily escalate to S- rank difficulty. The Hokage himself decided to classify it as an A-rank mission," the man explained, taking another drag of his cigarette.
"So there's a chance of running into Hanzo, the so-called 'demi-god,' right?" Xin completed the thought.
It was labeled as an A-rank mission instead of S-rank because, if luck was on their side, they could get to the Land of Iron without any conflict.
But if they were unlucky...
They might attract the attention of Amegakure's forces-or worse, Hanzō himself might show up. Since Amegakure was attacking the Land of Iron, Hanzo wouldn't want to see any supplies, especially medical supplies, reaching their destination.
The mission clerk gave a helpless shrug.
Xin chuckled, "An interesting mission-coming from the mission department rather than being directly assigned by the Hokage."
Konoha's missions and requests were divided into two categories. The first involved missions you could pick and accept yourself from the mission department. The second type was directly assigned by the Hokage, who would designate specific teams to carry out high-level or special missions.
Usually, A-rank and S-rank missions were assigned by the Hokage. Only a handful of high- level missions ended up in the mission department.
The clerk lit another cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled, "This mission's been sitting here for days. No one suitable has taken it."
"Interested?"
Wasn't that obvious?
Xin rolled his eyes. Due to the war, most of the high-ranking jōnin were at the front lines, and only a few had remained in the village.
This mission specifically required a jonin to lead.
But how many jōnin were dumb enough to take this mission?
Everyone knew there was a high chance of running into Hanzo, the so-called 'demi-god.' The reward was high, but it wouldn't matter if you couldn't live to spend it.
Besides, this wasn't a direct assignment from the village. Who in their right mind would gamble their life, hoping they wouldn't cross paths with Hanzō?