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"Little brat, don't run!"

A fatty wearing an apron and a chef's hat was chasing a dirty-faced boy down the street, a kitchen knife in his hand.

"Get lost!"

The boy was devouring a chicken leg, shouting incoherently, his greasy hands causing passersby to retreat with disgusted expressions.

"Watch out!" He ran haphazardly, about to collide with a horse, when a hand lifted him up.

In pain, he bit down on the little bit of chicken leg that was left and looked up at the person who had grabbed him—

It was a man (?) carrying strange things on his back, with oil paint on his face, and a ninja Forehead Protector on his forehead.

Then he saw the horse in front of him, impatiently snorting, and with a bit of relief, he reached out with the chicken leg and said, "Thank you, Ninja-sama..."

"Huff... huff..." The fatty with the kitchen knife supported his knees, stopping to pant heavily. He didn't dare to directly trouble the kid, but instead watched coldly, waiting for the ninjas to deal with the brat who had bumped into the carriage before he went over to teach him a lesson.

The Oil Paint Guy stared at the boy for a few seconds, then dropped him on the ground, saying, "Don't block the road."

"Yes, yes, yes."

The boy responded repeatedly, his eyes constantly glancing at the menacing fatty, his muscles tensed, ready to run away at any moment.

"Wait." A sturdy-looking, well, boy, jumped out of the carriage, handed a hundred-ryo bill in front of him, and asked, "I have something I want to ask you. If you can answer it, this hundred ryo is yours."

The boy glanced at the boy who was a little shorter than him and readily agreed, "Ninja-sama, please ask."

"I've noticed that there seem to be very few homeless people and homeless children here..." The boy had a smile on his face and a gentle tone.

He looks like a rather naive guy.

The boy was not moved by the other party. Having escaped from the war zone, he no longer trusted anyone. Considering that the other party was a ninja, he suppressed the urge to snatch the bill and said, "Oh, you're talking about that..."

A mocking expression appeared in his eyes. "Those guys heard that someone could provide food and lodging, give them money, and offer them opportunities to become stronger, so they all followed them."

A bunch of fools, there's no such thing as a free lunch. Before the war started, his family had money and knew some dark things.

Things like human experiments and cult sacrifices were everywhere in this world. Rashly listening to other people's temptations could easily lead to death without even knowing how.

"Oh?" The boy's tone clearly rose a little, placing the money in his greasy hand, very politely saying, "Thank you."

The boy held the money, feeling a slight ripple in his heart. He hadn't felt this kind of respect in a long time. After thinking about it, he added, "I know where they are now, Ninja-sama. For a thousand ryo, I'll take you to find them."

"Is that so?" The boy smiled and said, "After we settle in later, you take me there, and I'll give you the money."

"Okay." The boy agreed readily, then watched the carriage start moving again. He walked up to the fatty and handed over the greasy hundred ryo, righteously saying, "The money for the chicken leg. I'll go to your shop later to eat the rest."

The fatty glanced at the carriage and the ninjas and Samurai in front, took the money, hesitated for a moment, didn't say anything, and watched the boy run to catch up with the carriage.

"—Lin Ke Teacher, why are you so concerned about the missing homeless people?"

Temari asked casually, just looking for a topic to get closer to the two of them.

"It's the kind of thing someone's subordinates could do." Lin Ke glanced at the boy running behind him and said, "So I'm going to go take a look."

In fact, there were many organizations and even individuals who could do this kind of thing, but if he encountered Orochimaru's subordinates, then that meant there was an Orochimaru base nearby—

He could also take the opportunity to collect some interest from that guy.

If he could run around the world like Jiraiya, he would immediately destroy all of Orochimaru's snake dens and carry out assassinations in the Sound Ninja Village when he had nothing to do.

Did he think he could get away with offending him? With his current strength, Orochimaru couldn't do anything to him. If he couldn't beat him or kill him, he could still run away.

Calling out Uchiha Fugaku, the middle-aged Uchiha's Three Tomoe Sharingan could hold his own against Itachi for a short time, and with Maki and the Black Shadow Legion's gang fight...

Purely in terms of his own strength, he was just a Jonin with special Ninjutsu, but if he opened Rashomon first and started a gang fight, he wouldn't be too shabby against Orochimaru, who didn't have any special trump cards.

That was assuming that guy didn't use Impure World Reincarnation, otherwise he would have to run away.

Lin Ke gathered his thoughts, paused, and continued, "Anyway, we're about to enter the war zone. You guys and the client should rest here. I'll go take a look myself. We'll set off tomorrow."

The civil war in the Land of Rivers was in full swing, and many of the roads to the capital had become war zones. They had gone around in a big circle to find a less intense area in the north, but the situation inside was probably still not optimistic.

After traveling in the wilderness for several days, it was time to enter the city to rest and prepare to enter the war zone.

The group arrived at the hotel and checked in. The Daimyo's son got out of the car with a haggard face and a bit of a stench on his body. Without anyone to serve him and no place to take a hot bath, it was completely understandable. However, his mood was still stable, and he cheerfully exchanged greetings with the Samurai and ninjas protecting him before going to his room.

Lin Ke watched his three subordinates search the hotel, arrange the night watch and defense, leave a few shadows, and follow the boy out of the hotel.

The two of them didn't communicate at all, quickly arriving at a residence on the edge of town, one in front of the other.

"It's here," the boy said, lowering his voice. "Someone I know was sent here to gather before being taken away. I even saw people coming and going inside yesterday."

"Alright, wait for me a moment." Lin Ke nodded, and despite the boy's hesitant expression, he walked into the residence. His shadow had already entered to search and stand guard before he even stepped through the door.

"Thump!" Soon, the shadow dragged over a man who had been beaten to his knees.

Chakra, so he's a ninja...

Lin Ke sensed the Chakra that had been refined when he struggled with the shadow just now. He formed a hand seal—

*Genjutsu: Hell Viewing Technique*.

"Ah!" The man screamed. Unable to break free from the Genjutsu, his mental defenses were shattered by the Hell Viewing Technique. Facing the subsequent Genjutsu interrogation, he haltingly revealed information.

His identity: a ninja from the Sound Ninja Village. His mission: to recruit test subjects. The base was about twenty kilometers away from this town, and three of his companions had gone out and not yet returned...

Lin Ke had the shadow knock him unconscious. To prevent information leaks, he also invited the boy outside to come in and have a seat.

Next, he would deal with the Sound Ninja Village ninjas in the town, and then go to Orochimaru's base to scout out information.

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