Naruto: Extreme Bloodline Limit

The Land of Wind was barren, mostly covered in sand, so much of its food had to be transported from the Land of Fire. Caravans would post missions to hire Konoha ninja as escorts. Such missions were not uncommon, even though relations between the Land of Wind and the Land of Fire appeared strained on the surface.

"It's fine. Since everything is ready, let's set off."

Tsunade shot the two troublemakers an annoyed glare, then took a deep breath to calm herself down.

"Then we'll have to trouble you along the way. Should we prepare—"

The caravan members were practically beaming. They had only paid enough to hire Chunin, yet they had landed such a major figure. Was there anything more exciting than that?

"No need. We aren't going there for fun."

Shaking her head, Tsunade refused the caravan's offer of special accommodations. She was not someone who could not endure hardship; she had merely grown accustomed to comfort in the village. Now that she was the team's instructor, she needed to set an example for her students.

"It's all your fault! Why didn't you stop me? Look what happened—we got scolded by Teacher Tsunade. It's over, waaah~~ What if Teacher Tsunade has a bad impression of me now?"

The caravan set off. Ronglin and the other two sat atop one of the wagons carrying goods. Harusame Yu quietly interrogated her punching bag, Shimura Ou. Shimura Ou's expression was quite a sight. If he could, he really wanted to ask:

"Would stopping you have done any good? You were the one who stubbornly insisted on bringing all that stuff, okay?"

What a pair of weirdos. Who knew how they had ended up together?

Ronglin shook his head and sat cross-legged on the wagon, refining Chakra. Although the amount of Chakra in his body was considerable, Ronglin had never neglected these fundamentals.

The caravan consisted of more than a dozen wagons, all transporting food and other supplies. Aside from a few ordinary guards, the only ninja escorts were the four members of Tsunade Class.

Sigh... My lack of ninjutsu is still my weakness.

Sitting on the wagon, Ronglin did not feel bored. He used the dull time to plan out his future path. As for the other two troublemakers, they could only continue being bored.

The two of them were actually enthusiastically discussing whether they would encounter bandits or Rogue Ninja along the way, completely ignoring the increasingly unpleasant expressions of the other caravan members. Even Tsunade, as their team instructor, felt a little embarrassed. Everyone else was hoping the mission would be completed smoothly.

Yet those two were discussing whether anyone would show up to rob the supplies.

The road leading to the Land of Wind was very flat, but unfortunately, the caravan still moved slowly and could not pick up speed.

As he sat in the swaying wagon, Ronglin even wondered what kind of world the Naruto world would become if it developed cars, or even planes and cannons.

He wondered which was more powerful, an atomic bomb or Shinra Tensei. It would surely be spectacular if they collided!

Anyone would feel at least somewhat bored during a mission like this. Ronglin was human too, so naturally he could not avoid it. Still, that did not stop him from thinking about strange things. After all, the place where he had lived in his previous life belonged to a world of technology.

Escort missions had two characteristics: first, they took a long time; second, they were boring.

"Hey, you. Where are we now?"

After enough time had passed, not only had the two troublemakers and Ronglin, who had been lost in wild thoughts, grown restless—even Tsunade was starting to find it unbearable. Anyone would struggle after spending day after day sitting in a wagon with nothing to do.

"Lord Tsunade, once we pass the border town ahead, we'll enter the Land of Wind. It should take about another seven days to reach our destination."

Truth? Lies?

Tsunade had not even remembered her own name, which left the caravan leader feeling a little hurt. Still, he immediately stepped forward to answer her question.

"I see. Then let's rest for a day at the border town. Everyone has been tired these past few days."

After thinking it over, Tsunade made the suggestion. It was not that everyone was tired—she simply wanted to relax.

The caravan leader paused slightly, then quickly understood. Merchants who traveled far and wide were the best at reading people. He instantly grasped Tsunade's meaning and nodded with a smile. "No problem. Resting for a day is fine. A balance between work and rest is best."