This ninja in Naruto is unscientific

Chapter 127 Assassination

Despite the rain, the construction site of Akatsuki's base expansion was bustling with activity thanks to the massive waterproof canopy overhead.

"I mean... why am I, one of the Legendary Sannin, stuck here guarding the gate for you guys?"

Jiraiya sat cross-legged in the corridor, pen in hand, scratching his head at the first draft of "The Tale of Rooted Ninja", occasionally glancing up at his three apprentices who were directing workers to move cement not far away.

"Teacher, this isn't called guarding the gate, this is called overseeing the central command!"

Yahiko, wearing a yellow hard hat, turned around and grinned: "Besides, isn't your masterpiece being written in full swing? The environment here is so nice, with free rain and white noise."

"What a load of bull! It's so noisy!"

Jiraiya slammed his pen on the table, pointing at Nagato, who was using his Rinnegan to control gravity and move steel bars:

"Nagato, be careful! The sound of that steel bar hitting the ground just now scared away my inspiration. I was just thinking of that cool, never-give-up line from the protagonist—"

"teacher."

While checking the accounts, Xiao Nan interrupted without looking up, saying, "Please don't recite your lines during work hours. Also, if you steal any more of the wine from the warehouse used for cooking, I'll deduct your food allowance."

Jiraiya blushed and quickly stuffed the bottle he had hidden behind his back into the bottle.

"I was just looking for inspiration. I haven't decided on a name for the main character yet... Should I call him Naruto, or Uzumaki...?"

Nagato maneuvered the steel bar to a steady landing, letting out a helpless sigh. Even the Rinnegan beneath his red hair exuded a sense of weariness.

"Teacher, let's forget about the name for that ramen topping. And if you're really that bored, could you help us reinforce the earth magic over there? My earth magic isn't as good as yours."

"I'm a ninja, not a construction foreman!" Jiraiya rolled his eyes in anger. "Besides, Che has corrupted you all. The Akatsuki doesn't resemble ninjas anymore; they're practically a construction company!"

"What's wrong with a construction company?" Yahiko said smugly, hands on his hips. "We're now Hanzo-sama's certified excellent partner. Last month, we were raking in tolls until our hands were sore. That's called creating peace through labor!"

Looking at his three disciples' busy but vibrant and hopeful faces, Jiraiya complained, but a hint of tenderness flickered in his eyes.

These noisy days aren't so bad.

Just then, a sharp whooshing sound pierced through the rain.

"call out--!"

A ninja hawk, entirely black with a Konoha-style letterbox strapped to its leg, pierced through the heavy rain like a black lightning bolt, precisely...

"Snapped!"

Instead of landing gracefully, the ninja hawk slipped and crashed directly into Jiraiya's face, flapping its wings and covering his face with feathers.

"Pah! Pah! Pah! Where did this stupid bird come from!"

Jiraiya frantically grabbed the eagle and was about to lash out when he noticed the red letter tube on the eagle's leg.

"Hmm? An urgent message from Konoha?"

Jiraiya frowned, instantly dropping his previous playful demeanor, and the serious aura of one of the "Three Legendary Sannin" returned.

He took the letter tube and skillfully broke the seal. The scroll unfurled, bearing a seal only held by Konoha's high-ranking officials, but the contents were sent in the name of the Anbu intelligence squad.

[Something unusual has occurred on the western border of the Land of Fire. There are signs of unusual troop movements by the main force of Iwagakure, suggesting a possible invasion. We urgently request that Jiraiya, one of the Legendary Sannin, immediately provide assistance in reconnaissance.]

The handwriting was messy and hurried, and there were traces of blood diluted by rain, as if it had been sent by an intelligence agent at the risk of his life.

"Iwagakure invasion?"

Jiraiya suddenly stood up, his expression becoming extremely solemn.

Although the war is over, friction between major powers has never ceased. If Iwagakure were to make a move at this critical juncture, Konoha, which has just recovered its strength, would indeed be in serious trouble.

"These blockheads are such a headache."

Jiraiya quickly packed up the scroll, carefully tucking the unfinished "The Tale of the Rooted Ninja" into his robes, and then turned to look at his three disciples.

At this moment, Yahiko and the other two also noticed that something was wrong, and they all stopped what they were doing and gathered around.

"Teacher? What's wrong? You look so pale?" Yahiko took off his helmet and asked with some concern, "Did your novel get rejected by the publisher?"

"Go away! Stop jinxing me, I haven't submitted my work yet!"

Jiraiya glared at him, then, while packing his ninja tool bag, said seriously, "There's an urgent matter in the village that might involve border security. I have to go there immediately to deal with it."

"Border security?" Xiao Nan asked with some concern. "Is war about to break out?"

"As long as I'm here, there won't be a fight." Jiraiya smiled confidently, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

He fastened his headband and looked at his three young disciples, his worries lessening slightly.

During this time, they not only learned ninjutsu, but also how to survive in this cruel world. With improved nutrition, they also grew taller, and the three little ones have now undergone a complete transformation.

"Anyway, I'll be away for a few days. I'll leave the house in your care."

Jiraiya reached out and vigorously ruffled the heads of the three men, making their hair a mess.

"Remember, don't act impulsively. Protecting yourself is the most important thing. Also... Yahiko, stop thinking about saving money. Spend money where necessary. Safety first."

"I know!" Yahiko slapped Jiraiya's hand away and smiled confidently. "Don't worry, Sensei! We're very strong now!"

Although Nagato didn't speak, a resolute look shone in his Rinnegan eyes, which were hidden by his bangs.

"good!"

Jiraiya laughed heartily, turned around, and waved to them with his back turned.

"Be careful when I get back!"

After saying that, Jiraiya didn't hesitate any longer. He smashed through the rain and sped towards the border of the Land of Fire.

Watching Jiraiya's disappearing figure, Konan frowned with some worry: "The teacher left in such a hurry... and the patrol teams in Amegakure have been moving around a lot lately, the atmosphere feels a bit off."

"Don't worry, Konan." Yahiko put his helmet back on. "Our teacher is one of the Legendary Sannin, what could possibly happen to him? Let's go, let's get back to work!"

……

Rain-Hidden Village.

"Jiraiya has already left."

A Rain Ninja wearing a breathing mask knelt on the ground, her voice icy.

"Just as the intelligence indicated, he left in a great hurry, without any suspicion."

Hanzo, the salamander seated on the high seat, slowly put down his teacup.

"That old man Danzo is quick on his feet."

"Hmph, the so-called Legendary Sannin of Konoha are nothing but pawns being led by the nose."

He did hold the Sannin in high regard, but that was mostly because they were Hiruzen Sarutobi's students.

"Let the Rain Order troops set off. Remember, don't kill the three leaders."

"yes!"

……

Night falls.

Outside the Akatsuki base, the newly built cement road gleamed with a bluish-gray luster after being washed by the rain.

This is a "golden trade route" that the Akatsuki organization spent more than half a year opening up, connecting several surrounding villages, with a large amount of supplies passing through here every day.

"Everyone, pay attention! This batch of penicillin is being delivered to the border of the Land of Wind tonight; it's priceless!"

A member of the Akatsuki organization was carrying a lantern and shouting loudly.

Since Jiraiya left, Yahiko has increased nighttime patrols for safety reasons.

At the warehouse entrance, a dozen or so young Akatsuki members were inventorying the goods. Most of them were war orphans, and although they had learned how to refine chakra, they still lacked practical combat experience.

"Who goes there?!"

The sentry on guard duty suddenly shouted and shot his kunai into the dark woods.

"Ding!"

The kunai was struck down in mid-air with a crisp sound.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of dark figures emerged from the rain like ghosts.

They wore tattered cloaks, their faces were covered with black cloth, and they carried a variety of weapons, making them look like a group of desperate wandering ninjas.

But their movements were perfectly synchronized, and their coordination was astonishing.

"Water Release: Water Chaos Waves!"

More than a dozen streams of water converged and turned into a huge torrent, instantly destroying the outer wall of the warehouse.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The Akatsuki members frantically formed hand seals to fight back, but their resistance was futile against these well-trained "wandering ninjas."

"Pfft!"

Just as an Akatsuki member was about to unleash a Wind Release technique, a long sword pierced his chest, spraying blood onto the newly paved cement floor.

"Show no mercy, burn it!"

The leader of the wandering ninjas coldly gave the order.

Several explosive tags were thrown into the warehouse where medicines and food were stored.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Explosions rang out one after another, and flames shot into the sky in the rainy night.

"stop!"

A furious roar came from afar.

Yahiko, Nagato, and Konan, soaked to the bone, rushed over from the direction of the office building.

Seeing the warehouse burning fiercely and his comrades lying in pools of blood, Yahiko's eyes instantly turned red.

"You bunch of bastards!"

Yahiko drew the long sword from his back, water-style chakra clinging to the blade, and charged in first.

"Water Release·Water Formation Wall!"

He stood in front of an injured comrade, blocking a barrage of swords.

"A wandering ninja?"

Xiao Nan flew in mid-air, her paper wings unfurling behind her, and countless paper swords rained down like a storm.

Her eyes were cold, and she keenly sensed that something was wrong.

"How can wandering ninjas have such discipline? And their chakra flow..."

Xiao Nan stared at the group of men in black below.

Although they deliberately concealed their ninjutsu style, their way of moving through the rain as if they were fish in water clearly indicated that they were Rain Ninja who had undergone long-term training!

"They're from Amegakure?!" Konan was startled.

"Who cares who he is!"

Yahiko's eyes were now red with rage: "Anyone who dares to touch our home will pay the price!"

However, there were too many enemies, and their strength was all above Chunin level, with even a few Jonin-level powerhouses mixed in.

"That guy with the orange hair is the leader, cripple him first!"

At the leader's command, the three wandering ninjas instantly abandoned their opponent and surrounded Yahiko in a triangular formation.

"Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet!"

A gigantic water dragon roared as it charged toward Yahiko.

Yahiko had just parried the two long swords and didn't have time to form hand seals for defense.

"Yahiko!" Konan exclaimed, trying to come to his rescue but was forced back by several explosive tags.

Just as the water dragon was about to devour Yahiko.

"Shinra Tensei!"

An invisible repulsive force field suddenly erupted.

The giant water dragon seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, instantly shattering into a shower of water droplets.

Red-haired Nagato stood in front of Yahiko, extending one hand, his Rinnegan radiating a suffocating sense of oppression in the firelight.

Yahiko looked at his comrades who were still falling around him, and then at the group of enemies who were clearly not giving it their all, and gritted his teeth.

This is not a robbery by wandering ninjas; it is clearly a premeditated cleansing and warning.

If I'm not mistaken, there's something behind this...

Yahiko looked in the direction of Amegakure, his heart turning cold.

Is this what they call "cooperation"?