To Hell With It, I'm Not a Human Anymore! [Seeking Recommendation Tickets]

Chapter 10: To Hell With It, I'm Not a Human Anymore! [Seeking Recommendation Tickets]

Of course, Toneri wouldn't know about what happened to the merchant caravan.

Right now, his mind was filled with only one thing.

Entering the Land of Fire as quickly as possible!

After a night of rapid travel, weaving through the complex jungle, even with his considerable experience navigating such terrain, his clothes were still somewhat tattered, and his face and body bore several significant scratches.

Thanks to the support of the Military Rations Pills, Toneri hadn't collapsed from exhaustion.

As he looked at the border marker ahead, signifying the border of the Land of Fire, Toneri dared not relax his vigilance in the slightest.

The more critical the moment, the less he could afford to let his guard down.

Moreover, even entering the Land of Fire didn't mean he was safe; Konoha was still a considerable distance away.

He took a deep breath.

"Phew, I wonder if it's because I'm too handsome and exceptionally talented, or if the Military Rations Pills are truly that effective. After a whole night and morning, I don't feel much fatigue."

Toneri ran a hand through his slightly overgrown hair, which he hadn't had time to trim, and muttered to himself.

Endurance was, after all, crucial!

Then, as if remembering something, Toneri touched his stomach. "Could it be... because of you? My great beauty..."

On this point, Toneri, being a first-time Jinchūriki, was truly uncertain.

He looked at his arm. His clothes had been accidentally torn by a sharp branch, which had also cut his skin at the time.

Fortunately, Toneri had enough experience to immediately wipe away any bloodstains left on the branch after it cut him.

But when he looked at the wound on his arm again, he found it had already healed, leaving no trace of a scar.

Toneri was somewhat shocked. He recalled from the anime he used to watch how Naruto, because of the Nine-Tails' existence, could heal quickly even after piercing his own palm.

This was likely one of the few benefits of being a Jinchūriki.

Thinking of this, Toneri touched his face. "If that's the case, I'll never have to worry about my handsome face getting scarred again!"

Tsk tsk—handsome people always attract attention...

His footsteps didn't stop, and the border of the Land of Fire was now in sight.

He took a slight breath, preparing to stride forward.

Konoha's heavy forces were likely concentrated in the Land of Rain right now. He wondered if the war there had ended yet.

Whoosh--

Just as Toneri lifted his foot, the hairs on his body stood on end instantly!

That inexplicable sixth sense made his expression change drastically.

He executed a sideways roll.

Bang!!

On the tree directly behind where he had been standing, a black Kunai was firmly embedded.

The Kunai didn't budge.

But the not-so-large tree trembled slightly after the dark Kunai lodged itself into it.

"Hmm?"

A soft sound of surprise came from a tree not far behind Toneri.

It was the Kumogakure Anbu Ninja with the special summoning beast, wearing a white mask that completely concealed his face, and possessing a very muscular build.

At this moment, the Kumo Ninja was also somewhat surprised. He had thought his strike was certain to hit, yet it was dodged by this brat at the last second.

He had been observing Toneri for some time.

He had secretly followed him, and after confirming that the brat wasn't a ninja and had no Chakra, he chose to make his move at the border of the Land of Fire.

Although he didn't believe for a moment that a mere child could carry the Two-Tails, who posed such a challenge to the entire Kumogakure, as an Anbu Ninja responsible for tracking the Two-Tails' whereabouts, this was his duty.

Of course, his mission was to bring the brat back alive, so his previous Kunai strike wasn't at full power, nor did he intend to kill.

But even so, for a non-ninja child to dodge his surprise attack was enough to surprise him.

Toneri, having dodged the attack with a sideways flip, quickly crouched on the ground. He ignored the dust on his body and looked in the direction the Kunai had come from.

Toneri's pupils contracted, his heart rate quickened, and his adrenaline surged.

A Kumogakure Anbu!

Despite his serious expression, Toneri was filled with helplessness.

The worst-case scenario he had feared had finally come to pass.

Seeing the rat on the opponent's shoulder, he could roughly guess what was going on.

The helplessness in his heart deepened.

No matter how careful he was, no matter how highly he regarded ninjas...

I underestimated them after all.

I haven't experienced this profession before, so my understanding is always limited.

Whoosh--

The figure in his sight suddenly disappeared. Toneri could only catch a faint glimpse of a shadow.

I can see it!

He rolled again like a donkey!

Even though he knew the chance of escape was slim.

But if they asked him to surrender, that would be absolutely impossible!

At this moment, Toneri had only one thought in his mind...

Let me survive this time, and I absolutely won't show up until I have the strength!

As long as you give me a stable opportunity, I can lead you to the grand finale!!

Bang!!

The Kumo Ninja Anbu appeared where Toneri had just been crouching. Seeing that Toneri had dodged again, the surprise in his eyes deepened.

He couldn't help but feel a bit curious.

Even if he was a ninja specializing in tracking, combat was not his strength. But as a Kumo Ninja, very few had poor physical qualities, and their combat skills were naturally not weak.

Facing a little brat who couldn't even lift a chicken, he had already failed twice.

After dodging, Toneri immediately found a relatively safe position. He didn't stand up, still maintaining the "Fledgling Eagle's Takeoff" posture.

This posture was a "secret technique" he had honed on the battlefield.

It allowed him to maximize the power of his legs and burst out with speed, enabling him to dodge unnecessary attacks.

At the same time, a strong desire to survive surged within Toneri.

I can see it!

I can see the opponent's movements with my own eyes!

Although it was very, very difficult, he could only see some shadows!

He could only see a tiny bit of the trajectory of movement!

But for Toneri, who was not a ninja, to be able to see it.

It meant that the opponent's strength was not very strong.

At least, not a Jonin!

He might even struggle to be a Chunin, but this was not something Toneri could determine.

Clang--

The Kumo Ninja Anbu slowly drew the short sword from his back.

Looking at Toneri, who was watching him vigilantly, his curiosity grew stronger.

What reason allowed a little brat who couldn't use any Chakra to dodge his two attacks?

What allowed this little brat to look at him without a trace of fear in his eyes?

Accustomed to the way commoners looked at him, this little brat was indeed special.

However, he didn't say it out loud.

He was Anbu!

Speaking was a very demeaning thing. What he needed to do was to make the other party reveal everything before he even spoke!

Making people talk was one of the essential skills of Anbu!

Coincidentally, besides tracking, his second best skill was interrogation!

He lightly twirled the sword in mid-air.

He admitted that the previous two failures were due to underestimating this brat, but the situation would not repeat itself next!

Toneri crouched on the ground, staring intently at the burly man in front of him. His own body was truly no match for the opponent.

Even if the opponent wasn't a ninja, Toneri probably wouldn't be able to handle him.

The sword play ended.

The Kumo Ninja Anbu disappeared from his original spot again!

Toneri's eyes widened!

Where... where... where...

He roared in his heart.

I see...

Thump--

A figure suddenly appeared before him, one leg raised high.

By the time Toneri saw his opponent, it was too late.

"Pfft..."

Scalding blood sprayed uncontrollably from his mouth, down his throat.

He took a solid kick to the stomach.

His scrawny body was no match for the opponent's attack.

That laughable will to survive seemed to mock the weak Toneri to no end.

How could a little guy who couldn't even grasp the difference in strength possibly block an attack from a full-fledged ninja, and not just any ninja!

Screw the will to survive!

Toneri was kicked flying.

And at this moment, the only thing he could do was endure the urge to vomit amidst the dizzying darkness, curling his body up with sheer willpower.

He covered his head with his hands, preventing himself from smashing into the hard rocks and tree trunks.

This became the only thing he could do.

In summary, it was just one sentence...

No resistance whatsoever!

Screw this, I'm done being a person!!!

I see some people are curious why Kumogakure's Sealing Jutsu isn't that strong. Actually, by this time, the Land of Uzushio had already been destroyed. This happened during the Second Shinobi World War. As for who destroyed it, it definitely wasn't me...

Let's celebrate Toneri reaching Four-Star rank!

Set up the bowls, set up the bowls! I'm asking for all sorts of things. I'll pack up at noon and continue tonight. Do you gentlemen want me to whimper for you or warm your beds?