During the night in the land of rivers, the cold wind swept through the trees. In that setting, two tents were pitched around a campfire, Toji and Afro were camping there.
Toji knew what to say for a moment, he observed the scene before him without words, holding back laughter, but the trembling movement of his own body indicated the difficulty of acting.
Not far away, Afro looked completely enraged.
The strong smell of excrement made Toji take a few steps back, which only made Afro's gaze turn to him. Afro gripped his sword, feeling that he needed to kill Toji, only then could he hide this shame!
Toji didn't care at all about Afro's menacing look, instead, he turned around. If he hadn't turned, he would have ended up laughing. At that moment, with Afro's humor, he really might have wanted to kill him with all his might.
Although Afro wouldn't succeed, it would still be a nuisance, especially considering the smell emanating from him at that moment.
A few minutes earlier, they were camping peacefully when Afro left, probably to relieve himself, so Toji didn't say anything.
However, when he heard the sounds of battle, he came quickly.
As soon as he arrived, he saw Afro cutting some unfortunate bastard to pieces, his pants still down and his ass dirty.
Toji didn't need to be a genius to know what happened.
What surprised him was that Afro had extremely good senses, he could even detect Toji while he was hiding, even if he wasn't making much of an effort. This was only compared to his maximum, most Jonin wouldn't notice Toji's casual approach.
But Afro noticed.
Still, this guy managed to get close enough while Afro still had his pants down.
That was surprising.
Judging by how Afro finished him off, it didn't make much sense. If he was skilled enough to hide from Afro, couldn't he even defend himself in the short time it took for Toji to arrive?
Toji wanted to ask, but seeing Afro's death stare, he quickly turned around and returned to the camp, if he stayed, he feared he wouldn't be able to control his laughter.
Afro fought hard not to kill that bastard, if it weren't for knowing that Toji was stronger than him, he really would have done it.
What about friendship and companionship?
Sorry, you know too much!
After a while, Afro finally returned, now clean, in a calmer mood, and wearing new pants, but seeing Toji's raised eyebrow, his grip on his sword tightened, he felt that dying wasn't so bad after all.
Toji rolled his eyes at him and asked a simple question. - How?
Afro looked away, walking over to a dead log beside the campfire and sitting down. He didn't want to answer, he even wanted to forget it had happened, but seeing Toji's curious gaze, a look that clearly said he wouldn't give up, he sighed.
-It was some kind of strange jutsu, there was no sound, no smell, not even chakra, that guy was clearly completely unconscious.- Afro frowned as he spoke, still unable to understand how that guy had managed it.
Toji became thoughtful, probably thinking about a Hidden Jutsu or Kekkei Genkai.
That was interesting, he created a Snake clone and had it sneak back to the location, he wanted some of his blood, and he would send it to Jugo so he could find out what was going on.
Of course, he didn't talk about it with Afro, he was clearly extremely angry right now.
Toji sighed, this guy is really unlucky.
A few hours later, Toji's Snake Clone returned, already possessing the answers he wanted from Jugo. Due to Toji's connection with the Snake Clone, he knew exactly what had happened.
The motive for the attack was nothing more than the reward for Afro's head.
The answer to 'how?' is simple: a Hidden Jutsu. This guy came from a clan that specialized in erasing their tracks, they're excellent assassins. The problem? Most of them were weak.
The approach required absurd slowness, moreover, at the moment of attack, due to their speed, they were easily noticed. The problem was that, due to their speed, the number of guys who managed to dodge was very small..
Due to the constant assassinations, most of this guy's clan was killed by enemies, he was one of the few remaining.
The curious part, which made Toji restrain himself from laughing again, was that this particular ninja realized that the assassination success rate increased if the target was relieving themselves.
Thus, he was an expert at killing ninjas while they were taking a dump.
He even had a nickname on the black market: The Shit-Killer.
Toji wondered if he should tell Afro this information. In a normal situation, he felt Afro would probably laugh, but since he himself was the target, it was difficult to say whether he wouldn't get so angry that he would pull out his knife against Toji.
That's a shame, he really wanted to share that information.
Shaking his head, the Hidden Jutsu wasn't bad, although it required a lot of training and without being part of the clan it was very difficult to learn, it could still be placed in the ninja academy library, and if someone learned it, it would be a bonus.
Shaking his head, Toji thought it was a shame, he really wanted to meet this guy, but he hadn't asked Jugo to resurrect him, it was just a casual thought.
Shrugging, he prepared to leave the Land of Rivers. He and Afro had already covered the territory, whether in terms of advancing his potion or contracts, he had already secured a large number of targets here. He could simply go to another country to look for more targets, there was no point in lingering in the Land of Rivers.