"Ahh......h ”

"Don't be too troublesome." A low, hoarse voice came from behind him, and the displeasure in his words made him shrink his neck and glance flatteringly at the man in the middle of the three.

Behind the back, a thick-backed knife almost the size of a door panel, tight but messy bandages wrapped around the knife, can only be inferred from the flat shape that this is a knife, even so, the owner of the knife can still make people can't help but focus on him instead of focusing on this strange weapon - a giant more than 2 meters tall, his weight is far beyond ordinary people, and his fat robe can't hide his powerful figure, and from a distance, it almost makes people think that they are looking up at an iron tower.

Among ordinary people who lack nutrition and are generally short in height, he is as striking as a monster.

"Yes...... Yes......" Cold sweat came out of his forehead, and the misty Shangnin stammered: "Lord Xi, Watermelon Mountain, I ......"

"If you have nothing to say, don't open your mouth."

The frightened appearance of his subordinate who was not so good deepened his irritability, and he shook his fat head, his orange hair sweeping over his shoulders.

The flow of people was like weaving, and everywhere his group went, the air suddenly became depressed, and the decibel of sound instantly decreased.

There seems to be nothing suspicious.

But the faint premonition of thorns behind him always reminded him of the feeling when he was targeted by a wolf shark when he was a teenager. In the distance, he could smell the blood of the sea, and the brutes had been on the back of his boat for a day and a night.

This time, the feeling was even more vague, but he knew that danger was slowly cruising in the distance. In the era of blood mist, the kind of fog ninja who is insensitive to murder and crisis has long been buried in the belly of the fish. But after all, he is not a professional sentient ninja, and he can't be more sure of the source of this killing machine.

Thinking of this, he glanced down at the ninja who had never spoken.

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Saburo is just a hawker who sells pickled fish.

Side hustle...... As long as he works to earn money, Saburo will not refuse to come, and earn money to support his family, although he is the only one left in his so-called home so far.

During the Second World War, the neutrality policy of Izumi no Kuni was a good way to preserve the vitality of the people, but this also meant that the heavy taxes after the war, in the eyes of those officials, to avoid sheep dying in the hands of the enemy, just to better shear the sheep.

In a country full of hot springs, my father and mother, who died early, may be regarded as two outliers, right? Obviously, the next-door neighbor's grandmother is almost 70 years old, and she is not living a good life.

And every day she comes to pull the dried fish hanging on the wall of my house, this damn old woman.

If one person feeds the whole family and does not go hungry, such a young man must have his own goals if he is not idle. Saved money for the first fishing boat, and then gradually expanded, salted fish, salted fish, and opened his own fishing company...... Counterattacking the rich and handsome, hugging the goddess, all of this needs money.

I need money, lots and lots of money, the pickled fish stand is just too slow.

In such a daydream, a huge shadow gradually covered his stall, and then kept moving away at a uniform speed.

Giants, door panel broadswords, fog hidden, three.

That should be enough, Saburo wrote these four words on a small piece of paper, and then carefully stuffed the small note into a cloth bag, and inside, there were three other notes of the same size.

There are four waves of ninjas passing by this week, and the rewards will be quite generous, right? Saburo looked forward and whistled happily.

White Fang Squad.

The White Fangs, who were leading the group, visibly slowed down, finding a clean and hidden place, signaling Makoto to rest.

Although this was the first time to rest during the day, no one showed surprise, and Makoto silently took out the scroll, took out dry food and water, and hurried to replenish his strength. Half a day of searching, in fact, did not consume much physical strength, at this time, the White Fang's action, can be regarded as the last rest before the war, galloping for a few days and nights, and the battle with the enemy is just around the corner.

However, after confirming that there was no threat around, White Fang stood in front of the three of them and said:

"The target should be not far away.

"The battle will begin soon, and until then, as the captain, I think it's necessary for me to provide basic information on the target."

All three stopped and looked at him.

"The target is the watermelon mountain puffer ghost, one of the Seven Swords of the Fog Hide, and the big knife in his hand is called 'shark muscle'.

"The shape of the knife is probably rectangular, and the exact ability is unknown...... It is very likely that the strength of the watermelon mountain puffer ghost is not below me, and there are two members of his team, both of whom are Shangnin, and the other abilities are unknown.

"The mission requires, I and Ligo will fight each other's broadsword, and the remaining two will be dealt with by Makoto and Fuyue," Speaking of this, White Fang paused and looked at Makoto and Fuyue: "If the other party's strength is too strong, please be sure to hold on until Ligo and I come to the rescue." ”

Makoto and Fuyue glanced at each other and replied in unison, "Yes!" ”

"It's not that I look down on your strength, but it's that it will take a long time for me and Rigo to clean up the target, and during this period, I don't have room to deal with the two of you, so please don't be careless."

White Fang's face was calm, but the meaning of the exhortation in his words was obvious.

Cheng was secretly surprised, even if the fog has been on the island for a long time, the lack of information on Konoha side, this time facing the famous fog hidden seven swords, White Fang needs to overestimate the opponent he doesn't understand, but no matter what, he is White Fang, and it really doesn't look like this man's style to say this kind of almost depressing words before the war.

Could it be that this trick, which didn't appear much in the original work, is actually a hidden boss who is not even an opponent for White Fang?

Moreover, in Makoto's gradually blurred memory of the original work, although I can't remember exactly how the ghost shark's predecessor died anyway, the impression of the ghost shark killing people and snatching the knife is still there, that is, the watermelon mountain puffer fish ghost did not die at the hands of White Fang.

So, is it the time and space where Makoto does not exist, the White Fang interception failed, or is the mission itself caused by the butterfly effect caused by Makoto Uchiha?

So if this mission succeeds under its influence, what kind of unknown changes will it cause in the future?

Knowing the plot is undoubtedly the greatest advantage of a time-traveler, but there is no need to consider which is more important than life or plot. I don't think that in the battle that the white fangs should pay attention to, he has the ability to let the tiger return to the mountain with his own special forbearance.

Only go all out, keep your hands? He couldn't afford to take that risk.

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