Chapter 89 - 90: Burning the Tsuchikage’s Office
"Hey, got any more smokes? I just ran out."
A chubby ninja patted his empty cigarette box, looking toward his companion.
"Here, take this. But it's my last one, so don't ask for more. I need it to get through the night."
A tall Iwagakure ninja pulled a crumpled cigarette from his jacket pocket and handed it over.
The chubby ninja didn't mind its condition. He took it eagerly, lit it, and took a deep drag, closing his eyes in bliss as he exhaled slowly, savoring the moment.
"Man, guarding this building is so boring," the chubby ninja complained, his face full of discontent.
"Boring? You should be thanking your lucky stars. You're just a chunin, and you've been assigned to guard the Tsuchikage's Office. Do you really want to be sent to the front lines as cannon fodder?"
The tall ninja couldn't help but mock him.
The chubby ninja fell silent, taking another puff from his cigarette. He knew the truth. The Tsuchi-Rai Frontline was a bloody meat grinder. A lowly ninja like him wouldn't last three days there, and he had no intention of throwing his life away.
Suddenly, the chubby ninja noticed something strange—his tall companion collapsed to the ground without warning. Startled, he reached out to help him, but before he could react, he felt a cold sensation on his throat. Instinctively, he touched his neck, only to feel a wet, warm liquid.
A surge of hot blood gushed uncontrollably from his throat. He tried to scream, but only gurgling sounds escaped. His strength drained rapidly, and his body grew colder with each passing second. Finally, he collapsed, unable to hold himself up any longer.