After Shuichi used a simple Earth Release to bury the bodies, he hurried toward the caravan with Orochimaru, taking out his forehead protector and tying it on as they went.
Meanwhile, the merchants and several soldiers in the caravan watched the Genin from afar, as though waiting to see how things would unfold.
Their goods were still where they had been, after all—the source of several months' worth of income. So even with their lives in danger, they had not fled too far.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." The Genin were still warily watching their surroundings when ninja tools suddenly came raining down on them from both sides.
After barely blocking a few attacks, every inch of their bodies was embedded with ninja tools. Like hedgehogs, they struggled briefly before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.
"Whoosh, whoosh." Two figures instantly appeared beside the grain carts, and the people nearby heard a somewhat youthful voice by their ears.
"The Missing-nin have all been dealt with. We're Konoha ninja. Everyone can return and sort out your goods. It's safe now."
The merchants were stunned. Those ninja who had seemed so powerful had been taken out so quickly. This world really was dangerous, but Konoha's ninja really were dependable.
Shuichi had no idea that he had just helped promote the village while speaking. He was in a great mood now, because after asking Orochimaru, he discovered that his very first mission outside the village had made him a fortune.
After inspecting the three carts of Iron Ore, Orochimaru, with his wealth of experience, judged that they could sell for nearly five million ryo in Rock Mountain City.
Konoha's rules stated that as long as gains from a mission did not involve village intelligence or security, the team could divide them as they wished. Otherwise, they