Fleeing from Konoha

The opponents appearing in the arena, as long as they are ninja, whether they are old or young, cannot be judged by common sense.

Are they really indifferent to such provocation? Watching Ichihime, who wasn’t angered by his words, Narumaru thought to himself.

He initially wanted to use those words to anger the opponent, causing them to show a flaw, but now it seemed the opponent’s composure was better than he had imagined.

Then let’s do it this way!

A glint flashed in Narumaru’s eyes, and suddenly a shuriken appeared between his fingers, cutting through the air like lightning, flying towards Ichihime’s body.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The shurikens all landed on the ground without exception.

What!? Narumaru’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the motionless Ichihime.

Did the shuriken pass through the opponent’s body?

The ability of a ninja technique?

Narumaru’s gaze became more serious.

As expected, his initial provocation and cautious actions were correct.

This kid has extraordinary strength.

If he wanted to win this battle, it wouldn’t be easy.

Narumaru devised a new plan in his mind, immediately showing his form, retreating swiftly to gain a safe distance from Ichihime, and forming seals with both hands, preparing to perform some technique.

"Hmm?"

Narumaru was taken aback again.

Because Ichihime’s figure had disappeared from his sight.

There was no sense of anyone moving around him.

The opponent’s disappearance was too sudden, making it difficult for him to react.

"It seems my speed is superior, does this mean my speed is the best in the Ninja Realm?"

The sudden words coming from behind made Narumaru’s face change drastically, and he turned around, retreating frantically.

His face was once again filled with astonishment, as there was still no one behind him.

Subsequently, Narumaru seemed to realize something, his face covered in cold sweat, his body stiffened in place, unable to move.

A blade with an exposed edge was placed on his shoulder from behind, the cold blade close to his neck, making him get goosebumps there.

It was bone-chilling.

"So, the shurikens didn’t penetrate the body; they were simply dodged too quickly, then immediately returned to the original spot, and moreover..."

His naked eyes couldn’t see clearly at all.

After learning this fact, Narumaru’s face showed a bitter smile that only serious defeat could bring.

The difference in strength between himself and this girl was like heaven and earth.

Even in the area he was most confident in, speed, he was ruthlessly crushed by the opponent.

Narumaru couldn’t imagine having the opportunity to turn the tables in the coming battle.

Ichihime took the blade off Narumaru’s shoulder, her gaze indifferently sweeping to the equally astonished male announcer.

"Hurry up and arrange the next opponent, I’m in a hurry."

"Uh... okay."

The outcome was already very obvious.

Narumaru had lost the will to fight, and the strength difference between the two was too large; even if he tried to ambush, he would likely be instantly counter-killed.

The male announcer looked in amazement at Ichihime’s petite figure, whose displayed strength could only be matched by the top ninja experts in the arena.

...

Standing in front of the glass wall, Oyashiro sipped red wine as his gaze shifted downward, observing the arena’s competition, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Your young lady really has terrifying strength. That man named Narumaru, his speed is such that even an average Jonin would have difficulty catching him. After all, his Kekkeigenkai focuses on speed; he’s a Swift Style expert."

Oyashiro offered such a simple evaluation.

"The young lady’s strength is naturally unfathomable. However, I didn’t expect you to have such a wicked taste, Oyashiro."

Standing next to Oyashiro was a short man, dressed in a black suit, wearing black sunglasses, and with a sinister and cunning appearance.

He held an iron cane in his hand, standing there composedly.

It was Kado.

"Indeed, as the inheritor of the Sharingan. However, it’s a bit of a shame not to witness the Sharingan in action."

Oyashiro shook his head in regret.

"Hmph."

Kado didn’t respond to this comment.

"But there’s one thing I don’t understand. Why send the young lady specifically when just sending someone else would do?"

Oyashiro was a bit puzzled.

Noticing issues with those drugs, the Land of Waves’ intelligence surely wouldn’t be overlooked by the Land of Demons’ military either.

"It’s the boss’s decision, wanting to see if the young lady would be deceived by superficial things. Achieving great things requires more than just pure force. If the young lady can’t even detect such trivial matters, it would only show that the boss’s expectations of her are too high. The Land of Waves matters would also be entirely managed by me, retracting the young lady."

"Using a small country as a practice target, you people are really extravagant."

Oyashiro clicked his tongue in amazement.

Right now, the Land of Demons already had the resources of a major nation.

They certainly had the qualifications to join that level of gameplay.

Using a small country as the stage for battle, treating it as a chess piece for maneuvering, and competing against other major powers in strength and wisdom.

Kado didn’t answer but instead turned and left the VIP room, as if he had never been there.

Oyashiro didn’t mind either, continuing to enjoy Ichihime’s next match and the weapon in her hand.

If he wasn’t mistaken, it should be one of the Sword of Kusanagi collection treasured by Orochimaru.

Known for its unparalleled sharpness and strength, it is one of the Ninja Realm’s top divine weapons.

When he previously tried to purchase it from Orochimaru, he was ruthlessly declined. He didn’t expect to see Orochimaru’s treasured item here, and Oyashiro couldn’t help but marvel at the wonders of fate.

"The Land of Waves... huh, it seems there’ll be a good show to watch for a long time to come. This island probably won’t exist for much longer. Since it attracted the attention of the Land of Demons, I better prepare for a quick exit."

Given the nature of Chiba Hakushi, the Commander of the Land of Demons’ military, he’d likely want to eradicate such a corrupt place promptly.

One day, he might suddenly vanish into thin air; in self-awareness and understanding the situation, Oyashiro had great confidence.

Because of this, he would not easily get caught, living freely in the underworld of the Ninja Realm.

Don’t provoke strong individuals; in the Ninja Realm, having more bases than money, when things go south, no matter how profitable the business ahead is, it must be quickly abandoned.

This was Oyashiro’s way to survive as a businessman.

Safety first.