"The village sent word. The Eight-Tails... has gone berserk again. We have orders from above, urging us to act quickly."
"Act quickly? How could it be that easy? Konoha's protection of the target is airtight. We've already lost three teams, the replacements haven't even arrived yet, and they still want us to do this and that. Screw that!"
He spat viciously, but it still seemed unable to vent the rage in his chest. The thick-browed man's brows shot up as he punched the tree beside him. The barrel-thick tree shuddered violently, its sturdy trunk letting out mournful creaks as dark green leaves drifted down like flying snow.
"Sigh, what's the use of saying all that? There's nothing we can do about it. After all, most people in the village can't work as spies just because of how they look. Even with Lord Raikage's full support, this can't be rushed."
The man in the straw hat sighed.
This was both the Cloud Ninja's protection and their weakness. Ninety percent of Kumogakure's population either had pale skin or dark skin, their physical traits far too distinctive. While this greatly increased the difficulty of spies from other villages infiltrating them, it also made them unable to engage in espionage themselves.
The first requirement for a spy was an ordinary appearance. Beauty and ugliness aside, at the very least, they needed to be of the same race. Otherwise, if you sent a Black man to spy among white people, he would definitely have his scalp torn off on the first day and be hung from a pole to dry.
Ninety percent of the Cloud Ninja were destined to be incapable of becoming qualified spies. Training qualified spies in Kumogakure had thus become an arduous task, forcing them to select personnel from the Land of