What Kind of Test Is This? (Covering His Eyes)

People are very good at convincing themselves; all they need is a plausible reason.

"Long time no see, Kin." Naruto smiled at the person across the table and rolled up his sleeves. "We've met again sometime. You're not dead."

The female ninja Jin's expression changed several times, but she eventually calmed down and looked up at Naruto.

"How could you be the controller of Kusagakure?"

"That's not a good point. It's not me, it's the Evil God." Naruto spoke shrewdly, leaning back and grinning.

"What do the things done by the Evil God follower have to do with me, Naruto Uzumaki?"

"Stop pretending. Now that you're in my hands, do with me as you please." The female ninja, Jin, gritted her teeth, glaring fiercely at Naruto, filled with rage.

She was no longer willing to compromise; this world was truly unreasonable. She had already made it ashore and just wanted to find a peaceful place to live a good life, so why did so much trouble have to come her way!

But Naruto Uzumaki, that shameless villain, lives a carefree life, doing whatever he wants, with everything going his way.

You're not letting good people live, are you?

"You're really strange. I never said I was going to do anything to you." Naruto rubbed his chin, recalling the scene from the Chunin Ninja Exams.

"But you've fallen into my hands again. What a twisted fate."

In the cramped interrogation room, the female ninja, Jin, sat on a gleaming, metallic regret chair, her hands and feet bound by chains. The table in front of her was too narrow for her to lie down and rest.

Naruto suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar. After thinking carefully, he suddenly remembered that it was an ordinary afternoon before he transmigrated. With nothing to do, he casually clicked on a hot-blooded ninja mobile game, and the content inside really got his blood pumping.

Coincidentally, six years ago when I saw this female ninja, she also seemed to have used a Lightning Release paralysis combo, embarrassingly irrigating the training ground's forest and grassland with nutrient solution.

"Heh, what exactly do you want?" The female ninja turned her face away and said coldly, "Stop pretending and just say it."

"You have quite a personality, but could you please show me some respect?" Naruto looked at her with amusement, tapping his fingers lightly on the iron table. "As you can see, Kusagakure is currently under my control."

"I don't know why you have such a deep resentment towards me. All your former comrades are dead, abandoned in Konohagakure by Orochimaru like trash."

"If you really hate me, why didn't you fight for Orochimaru back then? You should have died long ago, but the fact is you're still alive and well."

"Hehe, so what?" she said.

"This proves you don't want to die; on the contrary, you want to live well." Naruto frowned. "Let me be frank with you: that Fat Pig Mission Officer who made things difficult for you is dead."

"I didn't intend to kill you, and to be precise, I didn't care about your thoughts at all. What you need to do now is demonstrate your worth; you want to continue living, right?"

"If you're useless to me, hmm."

Upon hearing this, the female ninja Jin looked up at Naruto in disbelief, then fell into deep thought.

Soon, the chains rattled, followed by rustling sounds.

"Holy crap, why are you taking your clothes off?" Naruto stood up abruptly, covering his eyes with his hand, leaving only a large slit. "What are you doing! What are you doing!"

The tables and chairs in the interrogation room were somewhat rounded, and the iron chains were so white they gleamed.

"You underestimate me too much. Using this to test a ninja, which ninja couldn't withstand such a test?"

The female ninja, Jin, didn't speak, but frowned, her face showing a puzzled expression.

"If you don't want to look, why are your fingers sticking out such a big gap?"

Her name was Sound Kin, she had no surname, and even her given name was just Orochimaru casually bestowed upon her. Names like "Experiment Number One" or "Experiment Number Two" were perfunctory and cheap.

She just liked the name, not because it sounded nice. Ironically, it was because it didn't sound good; it didn't sound like a girl's name, it sounded like a weed.

Therefore, she can be insidious and untrustworthy, and she can be jealous. These less-than-ideal qualities have allowed her, a lowly person like a weed, to survive to this day.

Wild grass grows in the open fields and can take root anywhere, while a sturdy rock cannot be moved.

"What you're saying doesn't make any sense. If you can do it, why can't I just watch?" Naruto said seriously. "However, I'm not into that kind of thing."

Upon hearing this, Sound Kin put on his clothes and pondered Naruto's words carefully.

It wasn't that the man wasn't into that kind of thing; it was just that he clearly wasn't after her body. She silently pondered what it was about her that made him want to interrogate her alone.

All the high-ranking officials of Grass have disappeared, leaving behind a village hollowed out in terms of power. Could this person be trying to take control of Kusagakure? That seems unlikely; even though the power structure in Grass changes extremely quickly, no one has ever controlled Grass for long.

Over the years, she had witnessed at least twenty major and minor political upheavals in Kusagakure, some successful and some not. But without exception, none of them lasted.

Ultimately, there are only three reasons.

Firstly, the interests of the nobility are deeply intertwined, with the upper echelons of the Grass the Grass Village Nobles.

In the Land of Grass, anything that can breathe is considered livestock by the Grass Village Nobles. Their wealth and power far exceed those of any other Grass high-ranking official.

Whenever there is a change in the leadership of Grass, things will be peaceful as long as it benefits the Grass Village Nobles, while the Grass Village Nobles will naturally take advantage of this opportunity to carry out further plunder.

It is no exaggeration to say that the taxes collected by the Land of Grass have been collected for a hundred years.

Secondly, Grass lacks a mature ninja village system, is weak in strength, and has complex Ninjutsu. Most of the Ninjutsu they are proud of are stolen from other ninja villages, not to mention any inheritance; it's a complete mess.

As a result, both the ninjas and Ninjutsu of Grass have been leaning towards the system of wandering ninjas. To put it bluntly, they are not top-tier; they have some fighting ability, but not much.

This also meant that the Grass weren't actually that obedient to their superiors, after all, it was a small country that had risen to power through plagiarism. Who knew what the winds of change would blow next year? Naturally, the ninjas would only follow their own interests.

Their principle, to put it nicely, is to be loyal to the emperor while living off his salary; to put it bluntly, they gravitate towards whoever throws the most bones at them.

Thirdly, and most importantly, the Grass of people.

Over the years, too many rogue ninjas and wandering ninjas with murder on their hands have taken refuge here; it's a quagmire full of villains. There isn't a single good person here.

The combined effect of these three factors is rampant crime and a lack of tax revenue. If the Grass leadership can't raise the funds, they'll disband without external assistance.

Based on the above points, Sound Kin felt that this person's purpose was probably not to firmly control Grass, but after eliminating this option, there were no other options.

Reflecting on what Naruto's group had done over the past few days, she came to that almost absurd conclusion, no matter how unwilling she was to believe it.

"You want to completely take control of the Land of Grass?" she looked up and asked in astonishment.

"You got it right, I'll reward you with a glimpse of your face," Naruto said, almost swallowing his tongue halfway through, but thankfully he stopped himself in time.

I've been watching too much "Make-Out Paradise" these past few days, Jiraiya old man Jiraiya seems to be having a good time, traveling and gathering inspiration. And I must say, this old man has a knack for judging women; his storytelling is incredibly smooth and captivating.

He coughed to cover his embarrassment, and then said.

"Guess why I contacted you?"

"You want someone familiar with Grass to be your inside man, so I'm that inside man?" Sound Kin was smart enough to blurt out the answer almost instantly.

"Pretty much. As for what to do, that's your choice," Naruto said, leaning back. "Either my people devour the Land of Grass, or you die."

"If I offended those nobles, I wouldn't survive either." After she finished speaking, she looked at Naruto. "The Kusagakure is already a mixed bag and difficult to deal with, let alone the Land of Grass."

"Do you think you're very smart?" Naruto asked.

"I just want to do my best, given the current situation."

"I've said it before, either the nobles die, or you die." Naruto tapped the iron table. "You know my background. Either stay here, or be buried in the ground."

"If you want to live, show us your true skills."

After saying that, Naruto stood up straight and left without giving Sound Kin any time to react.

In the prison cell, Sound Kin fell into deep thought.

She was weighing the conditions Naruto offered. Although she had no other choice, she might as well compromise and agree to them and then find another opportunity to escape.

But is it really necessary to do this?

After six years of wandering, she had traveled to many places, from small villages to large Capital City. She finally managed to settle down in Grass and put in so much effort, but then war broke out elsewhere.

Where could she go after leaving Grass? She didn't think she was particularly beautiful; her only advantage was her youth. A young woman of sixteen or seventeen, with a naturally beautiful and dignified appearance.

What kind of life will I lead in the future?

Displaced and humiliated, that Fat Pig Mission Officer is dead, but there are bound to be others like him elsewhere. Power must be held in one's own hands to control one's destiny.

"Is she really reliable?" Hydrangea asked with a worried look.

"It's not important, as long as she's useful." Naruto waved his hand. "We're short-handed right now, so as long as she's useful, that's enough. As for the rest..."

"Whether the Land of Grass is good or not is not important. What is important is that those Land of Grass nobles are not around. Only by driving them away can we seize the profits. There will be many places where we need to spend money in the future."

"Then what about management? Should we temporarily follow the old rules of those nobles?" Hydrangea frowned slightly, seemingly feeling somewhat reluctant.

"There's no need to be so greedy. We took over the Land of Grass to gain more territory, not to exploit it." He ordered, "Change the rules, and bury all those who disagree."

"Don't waste time on people who don't matter. The Land of Grass, for better or for worse, must be in our hands. Even if we earn less or don't profit, we shouldn't be restricted."

"Those bastards, killing one isn't enough, just kill them all. At worst, we can bring in people from the Land of Rain. The important thing is this area; the Shinobi World has everything but people."

Upon hearing this, Hydrangea nodded and said, "I understand."

"How's Yakumo Kurama doing with the introduction of the Evil God follower?" Naruto suddenly remembered and asked another question.

"The damned people are all dead, so the spread of faith is going very smoothly," Hydrangea replied. "Yakumo Kurama has gathered a group of Grasshead Gods agents, and they are very enthusiastic."

"Won't their beliefs clash?" Naruto asked in surprise.

"No, because we offer a higher price," Hydrangea said calmly. "They are devout believers and are quite professional in their work."

Naruto was a little nervous; he was indeed very professional after taking the money.

Whether they are believers or not is not important. Even if these clergy members know that this is just a trick to fool the people, it doesn't matter, because everyone has gotten the results they wanted.

Work is work; there's no need to overthink it.

In comparison, Sound Kin seemed a bit slower. But Naruto didn't mind this slowness; such people were useful and wouldn't be easily swayed.

~~

"Where did you go?" Tenten asked quickly. "I haven't seen you for several days."

"I went to fight a boss, or grind monsters on the battlefield or something," Naruto mumbled, since no one at the Allied Shinobi Forces headquarters was going to hold him accountable for leaving his post without permission.

Kakashi never expected Naruto to agree to go to the front lines, and he didn't have any missions for him in the short term. Mainly, the battlefield situation wasn't mature enough, and the Allied Shinobi Forces didn't have well-developed tactics.

In this situation, only a fool would send out their key combat force to clear mines.

"Really?" Tenten looked surprised.

"Of course it's true, I'm completely loyal to the village." Naruto said this, but his feet were walking in another direction. He had just betrayed a group of allies.

The ninjas from the Land of Grass are still trying to take advantage of the chaos within the Allied Shinobi Forces are probably quite troubled. They came out to fight a war, hoping to get some free loot.

But who would have thought that when he turned around, his home was gone!

This is truly outrageous! The battle hasn't even fully begun, and our own base has already exploded. The old, the young, the wives and children are all in the rear; we have no idea which faction has taken control of Grass.

The soldiers of the Land of Grass were filled with longing for home, but news from the front lines was cut off. It truly was a time of endless war, where a letter from home was worth a fortune.

The person who orchestrated all of this was standing on the edge of the Land of Fire camp, not far from the Land of Grass Country camp, leaning against a wooden fence and chatting and laughing with a lively girl.

The man's gaze would occasionally drift towards the Land of Grass's camp, and when he saw the Land of Grass warriors showing no interest in the war, a smile would unconsciously appear on his lips.

"What are you laughing at?" Tenten asked curiously.

"Nothing, what have you been doing these past two days?" Naruto asked, coughing as he came to his senses.

"It's not two days, it's many days!" Tenten corrected. "The battle is going on every day, but we haven't received any missions to go out, so we're staying in the camp Tenten."

"Isn't that great?"

"What's so good about it? I can't sleep well at the campsite, and I'm bored all day long," she complained. "It's okay for a while, but it gets really unbearable after a while."

"Naruto, what's going on on the battlefield up ahead? Why is there still no movement?" Tenten asked earnestly, her hands behind her back and her body leaning slightly forward.

The person is still here; they moved yesterday and came out of the Guangzhou City.