Chapter 271: Orders

Another day passed.

Morning.

On a low hill.

Qingming was practicing as usual.

Suddenly, a figure rushed in from the distance.

Although Qingming was focused on his training, he remained alert to his surroundings.

Thus, he immediately noticed the approaching figure, interrupted his practice, and dispelled the Shadow Clone Technique.

In an instant, he was left alone in the clearing.

After a brief moment, the figure arrived in front of him. Qingming recognized him as a messenger Chūnin under Dazhuang Weiren.

Tianjima Yousuke forced himself to ignore the battlefield-like environment around him and approached Qingming respectfully, saying, "Qingming Jonin, the captain has ordered you to return immediately."

"Return?"

Upon hearing this, Qingming frowned and asked, "Do you know what it's about?"

Tianjima Yousuke shook his head, indicating that he was unaware.

Seeing this, Qingming thought to himself, "Could it be that there's some movement from Iwa Shinobi?"

"However, according to yesterday's latest intelligence, the Iwa Shinobi have not yet completed their deployment, so they shouldn't be launching an attack so soon, right?"

"What on earth is going on?"

Qingming's mind was filled with confusion.

While he pondered, Tianjima Yousuke's voice came again: "Qingming Jonin?"

"Oh."

Qingming snapped back to reality, stopped overthinking, packed up his gear, and then returned to Shuanghe Town with Yousuke.

He figured it would be better to ask Dazhuang Weiren directly than to waste time speculating.

Half an hour later.

Inside Shuanghe Town.

Qingming walked out of the command center, looking puzzled.

From Dazhuang Weiren, he learned that the urgent call for his return was not due to any disturbance from Iwa Shinobi, but rather an order from the headquarters instructing him to return immediately.

As for what to do upon his return, the order did not specify, only urging him to hurry back.

This only deepened Qingming's confusion.

An inexplicable sense of foreboding welled up within him, as if someone was scheming against him from the shadows.

Though it was merely an intuition, Qingming couldn't shake the feeling that it held some truth.

Yet, no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't connect this situation with the urgent summons from the headquarters.

"Do I have a persecution complex?"

Qingming laughed at himself.

Regardless, he knew he had to be cautious moving forward.

Despite his current strength, there were not many in the ninja world who could easily defeat him, but it was still wise to tread carefully.

Qingming did not want to suffer an unexpected setback.

In passing, he also wanted to know who exactly was plotting against him.

"I hope it's not you."

Qingming murmured to himself, a sinister face flashing through his mind.

Returning to his residence, Qingming quickly packed his belongings and set off towards the headquarters.

Now, let's turn back the clock one day.

The headquarters.

Inside the command center.

Orochimaru had finished handling the day's affairs, wearily rubbing his temples. After taking a sip of water, he returned to his tent.

However, just as he lifted the curtain of the tent, his footsteps halted, and a glint of danger flashed in his eyes.

But the next moment, he seemed to notice something, and his demeanor returned to normal.

Orochimaru stepped into the tent, lowered the curtain, and quietly sat at the table.

The tent was shrouded in darkness, silent as a tomb.

"Hehe~"

After a long while, Orochimaru suddenly let out an eerie laugh and said, "Since an old friend is here, why not come out?"

Rustle, rustle~

As soon as Orochimaru finished speaking, a sound akin to crawling insects filled the air.

No, it wasn't akin; there were indeed swarms of insects crawling.

From the dark corner of the tent, tiny bugs smaller than sesame seeds emerged.

These bugs soon converged, and with a wave of chakra, they transformed into a figure cloaked in black.

Orochimaru looked at him, a slight smile curling at the corners of his mouth as he called out, "Ryoma."

Indeed, the visitor was none other than Oil Girl Ryoma, one of Danzo's right-hand men. The bugs were not ordinary insects, but the Oil Girl clan's parasitic insects.

Hearing Orochimaru's words, Ryoma slightly raised his head, revealing a stern and expressionless face beneath the cloak.

Ryoma showed no interest in reminiscing with his old partner, immediately stating, "Orochimaru, the situation at the Iwa Shinobi front has stabilized. When will you carry out Lord Danzo's orders?"

"Orders?"

A flicker of interest crossed Orochimaru's eyes.

Two to three months ago, Danzo had secretly instructed him to send two young members of the Uchiha clan to the perilous battlefield of the Hidden Mist.

However, at that time, the Iwa Shinobi front was unstable, and those two had demonstrated significant strength, playing crucial roles on their respective defensive lines.

For the greater good, Orochimaru had refused the request.

Danzo seemed to have realized the front's situation and had not pressed further.

This dragged on for nearly three months.

Orochimaru had almost forgotten about the two.

To his surprise, Danzo brought it up again today.

This piqued Orochimaru's curiosity—what had happened to make Danzo so focused on these two?

However, at present, Orochimaru had not yet been "instantaneously defeated" by Uchiha Itachi's gaze, nor was he obsessively interested in the Sharingan.

So, he was merely curious.

He wasn't keen on falling out with Danzo over this matter.

After thinking for a moment, he replied, "I will arrange for them to head to the Hidden Mist battlefield as soon as possible. As for what happens next—"

Before Orochimaru could finish his sentence, Ryoma coldly interrupted, "You needn't worry about what happens next."

"Hehe~ that's for the best!"

Orochimaru licked his lips and smiled.

With the matter settled, Ryoma did not linger, his figure once again transforming into a swarm of parasitic insects, disappearing from the tent.

Watching Ryoma leave, Orochimaru sat for a while longer before rising and exiting the tent, returning to the command center.

He did not head to his office but instead walked directly to the archives room.

The Chūnin guarding the area quickly greeted him upon seeing Orochimaru.

Orochimaru responded lightly before stepping into the archives room.

Soon, the mission files regarding Qingming and Uchiha Shisui were laid out on the table.

Orochimaru meticulously reviewed the files, his eyes occasionally flashing with intrigue.

After a while, he set down the last file.

It clearly documented how Qingming had single-handedly annihilated Iwa Shinobi and preserved the outpost at the Xiaogu Village.

"Shunshin Shisui. Ghost Sword Qingming."

Orochimaru murmured these two names.

After a long pause, he let out another chilling laugh, whispering to himself, "Danzo, I wonder if you can handle these two geniuses?"

His tone hinted at a tinge of excitement.

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