After returning home, for several days, Naori thought about developing Ninjutsu. She waited and waited, but the anticipated storm never arrived.
Mirror was beaten, but no one in the clan cared.
Naori wasn't surprised, but these guys were different.
She racked her brains but couldn't figure out where the plan went wrong.
But if the militant faction could endure like this, they wouldn't be called the militant faction.
So, where did it go wrong?
Before Naori could figure it out, a new mission arrived.
Anbu mission.
This special squad's missions weren't solely up to the Hokage.
Not only did it require Mito's approval, but if Miki disagreed and decided not to give face, Naori had no doubt they could refuse missions indefinitely.
When they arrived at the meeting point, everyone was already there.
Seeing everyone assembled, White Fang said, "I will now explain the mission."
"The mission is to scout and collect important intelligence, with no time limit."
What kind of mission is this?
It's too open-ended!
Naori was stunned, and looked thoughtfully at Miki.
At this moment, Miki was also looking at Naori.
Is the Sandaime trying to send us away to do something unspeakable?
Miki shook her head at Naori.
The Sandaime was simply having a headache about what mission to give, and there were no special missions in the Village recently.
He didn't expect Miki to bring back important intelligence.
It meant, do it if you want, don't if you don't, treat it as a vacation trip.
Moreover, Danzo hadn't been able to cause trouble lately, constantly preoccupied with Root training.
After consulting Mito, it turned out this way, so Mito's intention was to let them go out and broaden their horizons.
Although Miki didn't think it was necessary, she also felt it was time to scour the world for research subjects.
She tacitly agreed.
Anyway, it wasn't like they couldn't return to the Village.
White Fang scratched his head, somewhat bewildered by this inexplicable mission.
After so many years in the business, it was the first time he had encountered such a vague mission.
So, how exactly to do it, where to collect, what kind of intelligence to collect, how important it needed to be to be considered important—none of it was clear.
It was like adding "a pinch of salt" when cooking; how much is a pinch? It was maddening.
Isn't this an exile?
Is this really not an exile?
Is it not just the Sandaime not wanting to see us?
White Fang looked at Miki.
Naori was deep in thought.
Pupil blinked innocently. If I'm not mistaken, isn't this a paid vacation? Can we get reimbursed?
Miki then spoke, "Mainly collect intelligence on the movements and important information of the other Four Great Nations' Shinobi Villages, and ascertain the specific combat power and special individuals of the other Shinobi Villages."
"Understood," the three replied.
"Then let's depart, starting with the Land of Wind," Miki said.
She planned to stop by and see the Dragon Vein.
Then she would go further west of the Land of Wind to see what was there.
That is, the so-called end of the world.
Although it's common knowledge that the planet is round.
But Miki had always wondered why the Land of Wind didn't expand further west.
So, this trip was actually to survey the actual size of the Ninja World.
And from Konoha Hidden Village in the heartland of the Land of Fire to Sunagakure in the heartland of the Land of Wind, it was only a three-day journey.
That night, the four arrived in the River Country and found a small inn in the city to stay.
Although it was late at night, a street away, it was bustling with activity. The shouts and laughter of drunkards occasionally drifted into the lobby with the night wind.
The dilapidated and old lobby was out of place with this prosperity.
Not to mention anything else, the hygiene conditions were truly concerning. A dinner was moved around, and neither Naori nor Pupil could bring themselves to eat it.
White Fang, however, found the bread as hard as ever, somewhat jarring to his teeth.
Before long, White Fang stood up, apparently not intending to go upstairs to rest.
"dog senior, where are you going so late?" Pupil asked.
"This..." White Fang said, "To investigate the situation, this place feels a bit off."
"It is a bit off," Naori said, "You're off."
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