That night, at a Konoha outpost.
"Creak!"
The crude wooden cabin was pushed open, and a Konoha ninja quietly entered.
"How is the situation?"
At that moment, a steady voice came from inside.
"The last batch of supplies has been inventoried. Here's the list. Also, the team responsible for transportation outside has something they want to tell you."
Hearing this, the Konoha ninja raised his head slightly and glanced at the cabin's only desk, as well as the middle-aged ninja behind it, his hands clasped beneath his chin and his brows tightly furrowed. He hurried forward and placed a scroll on the desk.
"Oh? The transportation team? Those children?"
The middle-aged ninja brushed aside the messy pile of scrolls beside him, took the scroll the Konoha ninja had set down, quickly unrolled it, and gave it a glance as he murmured.
However, after reading the scroll, his tone immediately changed. "The special Ration Balls are gone? And there's only half as much food as before. How are we supposed to last a month with this?"
"Mm..."
In response, the ninja, who was somewhat younger than the middle-aged man, nodded, his brows deeply furrowed as well.
"There are more than a dozen of us at this outpost, and two of them are Akimichi Clan ninja. With this little food and these ordinary Ration Balls, we can only hold out for five days at most!"
Looking at the scroll in his hand, the middle-aged ninja slapped his forehead, his face filled with grimness.
"The ninja tools have also been cut by a third. We just repelled a wave of Iwa attacks, and our ninja tool consumption was already high. Even after confiscating that batch of Iwa ninja tools, it's still not enough. Nearly two-thirds of our ninja tools were sent to the