Please Give Me a High-Level Mission That Will Get Me Killed. I Want to Die, Thanks

Sakura's humble posture immediately surprised Sasuke.

Although she didn't show her chest... oops, oops, oops, although it was just a simple bow and verbal apology, her attitude was sincere, and that was enough. Sasuke a little surprised, but thinking about it carefully, this was Sakura's style!

"Hmph, this won't happen again!" he said arrogantly, his head held high, practically pointing his nose at Sakura, but a smile secretly crept onto his lips.

Naruto, on the other hand, casually patted Sakura on the shoulder, grinned, and said, "Hehe, I forgive you!"

"Yesterday was my fault, but I agree with you all," Sakura laughed, "that Ice Clone are really powerful! You can try it today!"

"Okay, okay! But today should be a mission day, right?" Naruto thought for a moment and said. They were currently doing a mission every two days as a rest, balancing work and rest.

"Hmph, Kakashi-sensei went out on missions all by himself, leaving us with only boring D-rank and E-rank missions. It's so boring!" Sasuke his arms and pouted. "If we're doing E-rank missions again today, we might as well go train! Ugh, what a waste of time!"

"That's right, I really miss the missions in the Land of Waves! Lately, we've been doing low-level tasks like pulling weeds and clearing rivers. We defeated Jonin team, can't we take on some higher-level missions?!" Naruto chimed in.

Sakura sighed helplessly, "These words won't work on me, I'm helpless too! Unless you go and pester the Third Grandfather for another high-level mission."

Even Naruto hesitated this time. "This... isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

You know it's wrong to do this?!

"Tch...! Anyway, if it's just another boring mission, Sakura, we might as well just use clones to deal with it and then go train!" Sasuke's face darkened at the thought of those boring and troublesome missions.

"Sigh... this isn't good either," Sakura thought for a moment, then suddenly snapped her fingers. "Oh, right, I almost forgot!"

"You guys sit down first, wait for me!" she said, and then dashed back to her room.

Brushing her teeth, washing her face, combing her hair, and changing her clothes, Sakura Haruno made a dazzling appearance fifteen minutes later, dressed in her new outfit!

Ta-da! Look what this is!

"Huh, isn't that Chunin? Oh, I almost forgot, you're already Chunin!" Sasuke exclaimed, suddenly realizing, "I see!"

"Ugh, Sakura's already Chunin! Damn it, I want to become Chunin too!" This was Naruto's lament, filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

"Hehe, I went to the office building yesterday and picked this up ahead of schedule. They were supposed to be distributed next week!" she said proudly, then pulled out her wallet and took out a red ID booklet. "The important thing is this, my Chunin ID booklet!"

Her slender fingers deftly turned the pages of the notebook, which read:

Konoha Ninja Login

Name: Sakura Haruno. Gender: Female. Rank: Chunin.

Personal Profile: My hobbies include researching Chakra and Water Release Ninjutsu. My favorite thing is water, and my least favorite thing is impure water.

On the title page, there is also a close-up photo of Sakura. In the photo, the girl is wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt with a white circle family crest printed on it, a Chunin vest, her lips pursed, her eyes curved, and she is smiling in a very artistic way, with a sense of tranquility and sweetness that is very different from the uniformly ugly ID photos in her previous life. The atmosphere of individuality in the ninja world is still quite strong.

Sakura emphasized the "Rank: Chunin" mark with her finger a few times, then glanced at Naruto with disdain. "According to the rules, as Genin, Naruto, you should call me Sakura Haruno Chunin!"

"What?! There's such a rule?!"

"Calm down, Naruto. Whether there's such a rule or not isn't important," Sasuke grabbed Naruto. "The important thing is that Sakura is here, and we can now accept Rank 1 and Rank B missions!"

"That's right, that's exactly what I mean!" Sakura Haruno clasped her hands together and said with a smile.

"Oh! Is that so? That's great! Let's go!"

Konoha Mission Assignment Office.

This location, which hasn't appeared in over eighty chapters, has now been moved to a new building.

The house where they received their mission from the Land of Waves was unfortunately damaged in the battle during the Chunin Ninja Exams, becoming a dangerous building and has since been demolished.

However, the layout still retains the style of its predecessor: a huge hall with a long table as a counter, behind which sit ninjas who act as dispatchers. When it gets busy, there are hundreds of ninjas coming to receive missions, standing by the counter, studying the mission sheets, or sitting in the waiting room waiting for their companions. The place is bustling with activity.

On both sides are rest areas where all sorts of people come and go, posting missions and registering, waiting for the ninjas to accept their mission requests. Usually, after only a few hours, a ninja will accept the mission. If the reward is high, there are even cases where the mission is snatched up as soon as it is posted. However, there are also many cases where no one pays any attention, mostly because the mission is poorly designed, such as too low a reward or too difficult.

But...

"This is actually just a distribution point for low- to mid-level missions. High-level missions, that is, missions of rank B and above, usually involve classified matters and high-ranking ninjas, and are not given in such crowded and noisy places. After all, which Jonin has accepted which mission is itself a form of intelligence."

"So, there aren't any B-Rank Mission you're looking for here," the dispatcher said, Naruto, after explaining the situation. "It's rare for B- B-Rank Mission missions to be assigned here."

"So, where can we get higher-level missions, like B-rank missions?" Sakura asked calmly, pulling Naruto away from the dispatcher.

"Of course, a higher-level distribution center," the dispatcher said, pushing up his glasses. He was a middle-aged man with a thin face and didn't look very approachable.

He glanced at the mission list in his hand, head down, engrossed in his own work, and continued, "But if I may be frank, a ninja who has just been promoted Chunin shouldn't be in such a hurry to take on missions that are too difficult. Perhaps you're already quite adept at handling those low-level missions, but I must remind you that there is a difference between high-level and low-level missions."

"Missions of rank 1 and above may involve combat, and missions of rank B and above usually mean that the enemy has ninjas... This is no joke! High-level missions are often filled with bloody battles, sometimes even requiring you to fight other ninjas to the death, a fight to the death. The loser may die without a burial place. This is completely different from the childish D-rank or even E-rank missions that you are used to—" The dispatcher kept his head down, rambling on and on.

Sasuke's brows furrowed more and more as he listened, and upon hearing this, he couldn't help but interrupt him, "I think we're more used to fighting ninjas, not bullying petty thieves without Chakra, and certainly not doing some silly, childish missions!"

The dispatcher finally looked up, glanced at Sasuke with surprise, and asked, "Are you Chunin?"

"No, I'm still Genin." Sasuke pulled out his blue Genin ID card and waved it in front of him.

"And what about you?" the dispatcher asked Naruto.

"Me?" Naruto frantically rummaged through his pockets for his identification card. After a while, he finally found it. "I'm Genin!"

"Oh!" the dispatcher exclaimed in surprise, as if he had encountered something astonishing.

"A newly promoted Chunin, a female Chunin," he glanced at Sakura Haruno, "and two Genin," then swept his gaze over Naruto and Sasuke.

"So, not long ago you were just three Genin." He nodded, his expression as if he had discovered a great secret.

Sasuke and Sakura frowned involuntarily; this dispatcher didn't seem very easy to communicate with!

"Hey! Don't call us 'lowly,' we're very strong!" Naruto slammed his hand on the table in dissatisfaction.

The middle-aged ninja glanced at the spot where Naruto had struck and frowned slightly.

Then, he composed himself and nodded thoughtfully. "Hmm, a very strong Genin."

Sakura took a deep breath, her fake smile growing even sweeter, almost cloyingly sweet. "You're right. But I'm still Chunin, I can still take on high-level missions, can't I?"

"That's how it is in theory." The dispatcher folded the task sheet in his hand, put it aside, freed his hands, and looked up to say.

"However, I think any responsible mission assigner wouldn't entrust you with such a difficult task. It's an act of responsibility to you and to the village. After all, you're just a Chunin and two very strong Genin, not a Chunin and two very strong Chunin, much less a Chunin and two very strong Jonin. Advanced missions are too early for you, not suitable for you, and you can't handle them." He adjusted his glasses, speaking with righteous indignation.

"I'm sorry, but I think it should be the ninja who accepts the mission who decides whether it's suitable, not the dispatcher. Anyway, please show us the B-rank and Rank mission lists." Sakura's expression was already a bit unfriendly; she suppressed her anger as she spoke.

Assignment officers only have the authority to help ninjas search for and register missions; deciding which missions to accept for others is overstepping their bounds. Perhaps the mediocre graduates of the previous Ninja Academy years ago gave him a false impression—maybe it's been years since any fresh-faced individuals have taken on high-level missions—or perhaps being an assignment officer for so long has instilled in him a bureaucratic air. In any case, Sakura felt she was being targeted.

"Young people are always so passionate and impatient. But if you accept high-level missions and then unfortunately fail, it won't just damage the village's reputation, but also your young lives, won't it? So, I can't give you missions that lead to your deaths. If you want to take on missions, I have plenty of E-level and D-level missions here." The dispatcher said with a pained expression, as if to say, "I'm doing this for your own good."

Sakura sighed, finally giving up on trying to reason with him. It seemed this person was deliberately making things difficult for her.

With a cold expression, the girl tapped her knuckles on the table and said in a chilling tone, "Thank you for your kindness, but I must remind you, you only have the right to record. The decision of what mission to choose rests with us!"

She leaned close to the man, so close to his ear that a spittle could easily land on his face.

"Excuse me, but now I need you to give us this suicide-level B-Rank Mission. We all want to die, thank you!"

Her breath, hot with anger, almost burned him as it touched his face.

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