"Without considering the actual circumstances or what situation we'll be in next, you came up with such a foolish plan!"
Before Obito could retort, Hankuang stood up.
"Let me ask you all this: at this time of year, entering the Land of Grass from the Land of Fire—do you really think others won't be able to guess our identities?"
"Disguises are completely pointless."
Hearing this, Kakashi was the first to understand.
Although he was clever, he had been missing one crucial point. Now that Hankuang had pointed it out, Kakashi immediately saw the light.
"Hankuang's right! The Land of Grass specializes in intelligence dealings. Guessing our identities will be easy."
In the group.
Obito scratched his head, not quite understanding.
Rin, on the other hand, looked thoughtful, as if she understood.
"Then how are we entering the Land of Grass tomorrow?" Obito asked.
"We'll just walk in," Hankuang said.
The night passed uneventfully.
At daybreak, the Ninth Team set out once more.
Strength: 228 (114*2) [Super
"My Strength doubled?"
Feeling the explosive power within his body, Hankuang's sense of security rose another notch.
That evening.
The Ninth Team successfully entered the Land of Grass.
What was strange was that everyone here was a ninja. There were no civilians at all.
Along the way, they attracted the attention of many ninjas. After all, the oldest member of the team was only twelve-year-old Hankuang.
As they traveled, a one-eyed, middle-aged ninja blocked their path.
"You brats are from Konoha, right?" the one-eyed middle-aged man asked gruffly.
"Is something the matter?" Hankuang said with an innocent expression.
"What a stupid question! Why would I come looking for you if nothing was wrong?" The one-eyed middle-aged man radiated confidence.
Then he walked up to Hankuang and looked down at him.
"Want to buy some information?"
"Do you have any information about the Stone Ninja border forces?" Hankuang asked.
"Of course. But it's very expensive!" The one-eyed middle-aged man grinned.
"I see..."
Hankuang rubbed his chin, seemingly deep in thought.
The next moment!
He grabbed the one-eyed middle-aged man's arm and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Crack!
"Ahhh!"
A crisp sound rang out, accompanied by a scream.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The one-eyed middle-aged man stumbled backward repeatedly, sucking in cold air through his teeth.
It was broken.
That brat had crushed his arm with a single squeeze.
Everything had happened too quickly.
Kakashi and the others had no idea what was going on. They only saw the one-eyed middle-aged man clutching his arm and backing away.
"You brat! You're looking for—"
"Because you lied to me!"
Before the other man could finish, Hankuang said seriously,
"You don't have any information about the Stone Ninja border forces!"
"Hah! You're dead! You're dead today!" The one-eyed middle-aged man's face twisted viciously.
Then he reached his left hand into his clothes, pulled out a signal flare, and bit down hard.
Whoosh!!!
The signal flare shot into the sky and exploded in a flash of red light.
In the group.
Obito panicked.
He had no idea what Hankuang was thinking. Why had he confronted the man outright?
Rin was at a loss as well, feeling as if they were about to be surrounded and beaten.
Kakashi, however, remained fairly calm. With his arms folded across his chest, he scanned the surroundings.
Before long.
More than a dozen ninjas appeared in unison.
"One-Eye!"
"This brat from Konoha crushed my arm."
"What?"
The dozen or so ninjas flew into a rage and immediately surrounded the Ninth Team.
"A bunch of brats who don't know the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth! Don't tell me you think we don't dare kill Konoha ninjas?" the lead ninja said darkly.
"This man is strong." Kakashi moved beside Hankuang, his expression grave.
"You can tell?" Hankuang asked in surprise.
Could a ninja's strength really be judged from his appearance?
If that were true, why hadn't these people run when they saw him?
His Strength attribute was super? inferior—
"He's probably a Special Jonin! I'll deal with him..."
Kakashi gripped the short blade behind his back and prepared to fight. But—
Whoosh!
Hankuang's figure seemed to teleport as he punched the Special Jonin in the chest.
Boom!!!
Blood sprayed, and bones shattered.
One punch.
It went straight through him.
Chapter Twenty-Six: Hankuang's Unique Way of Investigating Intelligence!
Blood flowed everywhere, and chunks of flesh flew through the air.
Hankuang's punch shocked everyone, including his teammates in the Ninth Team.
"Is this, is this damn joke?"
The one-eyed middle-aged man stared in disbelief, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.
Originally, he had wanted to watch this brat meet a miserable end. Who could have known that his boss would be gone in the blink of an eye?
"One punch—just one punch?"
"The boss's entire chest was blown away."
"Gulp..."
"Is this brat a taijutsu ninja?"
The other ninjas nearby were horrified and hurriedly retreated.
Immediately afterward, they turned and ran for their lives.
They weren't stupid. Their boss was dead, so why wouldn't they run? Were they supposed to stay and be buried alongside him?
Hankuang glanced at the fleeing ninjas but did not pursue them. Instead, he began searching the corpse.
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