Only a morning star twinkled in the sky.
Outside Windmill Village, near a desolate forest, the night wind howled as it rustled through the leaves on the trees.
From afar, the lights of Windmill Village could still be seen.
"Come on, come on, let's drink..."
"This time, the fat sheep were really dripping with oil..."
"Indeed, come on, let's eat chicken..."
The rough voices of the group drifted intermittently through the air.
A group of people were drinking late into the night.
From the occasional snippets of conversation, Tatsumi could tell that this group of bandits must have pulled off a big score and were now celebrating.
"Summoning Technique."
Tatsumi bit his thumb and quietly made a hand seal.
"Come forth, cobra's!" Tatsumi shook his windbreaker.
After a puff of smoke, a large number of small snakes, each more than half a meter long, appeared. The snakes slithered through the weeds and quietly infiltrated the village.
Then, Tatsumi quickly returned the way he came, following the markings back to the cave where they had been hiding. He carefully avoided the traps and pushed aside the stone blocking the entrance.
Inside the cave, there was a dim kerosene lamp. Because a bonfire would be too conspicuous and the smoke too thick, they used a kerosene lamp instead.
The large stone blocked the entrance, preventing the light from escaping outside.
Tatsumi walked over and sat on the ground.
"How are things?" Nawaki asked impatiently.
"Wait a moment, my Dabo is still communicating with her White Snake Legion. The intelligence hasn't been transmitted back yet."
After a while, Dabo conveyed the information to Tatsumi.
"Orochimaru-sensei was right, there are many of them. There are a total of four sentry posts, each manned by two people," Tatsumi said, using a twig to draw the enemy's deployment map on the ground.
"There are about a hundred people in the village."
"Then what do we do? Do we just charge in like this?" Nawaki asked.
"Of course not," Tatsumi shook his head.
"According to the information provided by sensei, the biggest problem is not knowing the level of the enemy leader. Orochimaru-sensei's information is very vague. It only says that a Special Jonin was killed by the enemy leader."
"So, the opponent is at least a Special Jonin level, and more likely a Jonin," Tatsumi analyzed.
"If the opponent is really a Jonin, then we can pack our bags, buy some local specialties, and run away," Nawaki said, shaking his head.
"Although I am a genius, I still have some self-awareness. There's no way I can kill a Jonin at the age of nine," Nawaki said, pursing his lips.
"Indeed. Nawaki, you are truly self-aware. I was just afraid that you would get a rush of blood to the head, think you were the reincarnation of the Sage of Six Paths, and not take a Jonin seriously," Tatsumi nodded.
"So, Orochimaru-sensei gave us three students who haven't even graduated such a seemingly impossible mission."
"It's like one day, a smelly beggar pats you on the shoulder and says, 'This low-level ninja, I see that your chakra is unique and your appearance is extraordinary. You are destined to become Hokage. I have many S-rank ninjutsu here for you to choose from. The task of saving the ninja world will be entrusted to you!'"
"Would you believe such a thing?" Tatsumi said.
Nawaki suddenly nodded, "I believe it! All three of those points describe me!"
"Get lost, you shameless bastard!"
Watching the two of them bickering, the surrounding tension gradually eased.
"So, there are only two possibilities now. The first is that the information is incorrect, and the second is that Orochimaru will help them hold off the Jonin," Mikoto continued, following Tatsumi's line of thought.
"That's right."
"So, our task is actually just to deal with the small fry.
Of course, we are also small fry. But our task should become easier."
"The enemy is drinking now. The time to strike is in the latter half of the night. After people get drunk, they are most confused in the latter half of the night. Even if they aren't sound asleep or are awakened, their combat power will be greatly reduced. This is our advantage."
"Moreover, I've thought of a brilliant method."
"What method?"
"Exploding tags."
Nawaki couldn't hear that word now; he got a psychological shadow as soon as he heard it.
"Since there are so many of them, we can't attack head-on. How many exploding tags do you have left?" Tatsumi asked.
"Not that many anymore. We used a lot of them on Orochimaru-sensei before. We used up quite a few," Nawaki said, rummaging through his backpack.
"It's enough. These exploding tags are enough to give them a taste of their own medicine."
Of course, no matter what kind of analysis Tatsumi made or how many preparations he made, the three of them were still a little nervous. After all, this was the first time they were going to kill someone.
"Remember my words, act according to your ability. If you can't, protect yourselves and don't get excited. Don't think you can take on ten people!"
After repeatedly instructing the two of them, Tatsumi looked at the sky and began to move.
At this time, it was already the latter half of the night, about three in the morning, the time when people are the sleepiest, the best time to strike.
In the darkness, the figures of the three of them were like poisonous snakes in the dark.
"Ah ha ~ ~ ~"
At the sentry post, two bandits were yawning boredly. They were unlucky tonight and had to work the night shift, so they could only bitterly stand guard on such a night.
The older one was giving the younger one a dose of toxic chicken soup for the soul with disjointed sentences.
"... I'm telling you, in this Windmill Village, only the truly ruthless, the truly bold and careful, can gain a foothold. But don't think that ruthlessness is just fighting fiercely. True ruthlessness is only brought out when it's really needed."
"Just once, everyone will be afraid of you. Back then, a beggar patted me on the shoulder and said I was the reincarnation of the Sage of Six Paths..."
Suddenly, the person stopped speaking. Tatsumi's genjutsu had already been activated.
Then, in the darkness, a kunai slashed across the throats of the two, blood splattering out, and a faint smell of blood wafted up.
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