Let Me Send, I'll Sell Directly

Year 38 of Konoha, on the border between the Land of Fire and the Land of Whirlpools.

"This is a headache!"

"What do you mean we're responsible for keeping an eye on Kirigakure to prevent them from invading Konoha?"

"If I recall correctly, I'm just a Genin who just graduated."

Namikaze Yoru looked at the Hokage Secret Order before him with a sense of helplessness, even wondering for a moment if he had offended someone.

Twelve years had passed since he transmigrated into the ninja world. Aside from the future "Yellow Flash" Namikaze Minato, the Namikaze clan he belonged to had very few members with ninja talent. They were truly clean-blooded, with a lineage that could be traced back three generations.

He himself had just graduated from the Konoha Ninja Academy, a plain and unremarkable Konoha Genin.

He never expected that, perhaps due to the tight situation on the front lines, he would be sent to the border as a reserve force immediately upon graduation.

His squad had just received a secret order from the village, instructing them to head to the Land of Whirlpools to investigate the situation.

According to the order, Kirigakure was currently locked in a fierce battle with Uzushiogakure and had already requested reinforcements from Konoha.

Their squad was merely a standard 1+3 configuration, led by a Jonin named Makoto Ito with three Genin subordinates. Wouldn't a lineup like this be nothing more than "cannon fodder" if they went to the Land of Whirlpools?

"Senior Ito, let's set off immediately."

The other two Konoha Genin were surprisingly impatient, urging Makoto Ito to head toward the Land of Whirlpools.

As a veteran Jonin, Makoto Ito was well aware of the danger level of this mission.

However, his training as a ninja left him no room to refuse the village's orders.

He could only take a deep look at his three Genin subordinates, his mind already weighing the options.

"Kato Taka, Shimizu Kenma, Namikaze Yoru, stay close to me. We will infiltrate the coastline secretly."

"Yes!"

Crossing the long, narrow coastline, they had barely stepped onto the border of the Land of Whirlpools when they realized there were no Uzushiogakure ninja guarding the perimeter.

The sights along the way all indicated that the Land of Whirlpools was in a precarious state, to the point where even the border guards had been recalled.

There hadn't even been time to clean up their tracks; everything appeared chaotic and rushed.

"Stay hidden, keep your guard up."

Makoto Ito whispered to the three behind him, his heart growing heavier by the second.

Little did he know that Namikaze Yoru was looking even more solemn. Unlike the two beside him who were eager to prove themselves, Namikaze Yoru just wanted to turn around and run.

As a transmigrator, he had long known the fate of the Land of Whirlpools. Every sign now pointed to the fact that this was likely the night of the Uzumaki clan's annihilation.

I'm dead, I'm dead. I haven't enjoyed a single benefit of being a transmigrator, and now I'm being dragged off to be cannon fodder.

With his heart sinking into despair, Namikaze Yoru held no illusions about the intensity of the coming war.

He didn't possess the extreme neural reflexes of his future clansman Namikaze Minato, and his own Chakra reserves were pitifully low—calling him cannon fodder was being generous.

"Boom—boom—"

A series of violent explosions erupted not far away. If his guess was correct, that should be the location of Uzushiogakure.

Intense fluctuations of Chakra kept washing over them, mixed with waves of wailing and angry shouts.

The sounds grated on the nerves of the squad, making their already tense state even more strained; even the hands gripping their Kunai were slightly sweaty.

The group continued to move forward under cover until they could vaguely see the scene ahead, at which point they stopped.

Ahead, a large number of ninja wearing Kirigakure and Uzushiogakure headbands were engaged in a fierce battle. Although the Uzumaki were fighting on their home turf, Kirigakure held the absolute upper hand.

Many Uzumaki ninja were forced to join forces, using Sealing Technique to erect a grand formation to protect the villagers.

Yet, a large number of ninja and villagers were still being slaughtered by the Kirigakure forces.

The most eye-catching among them were the several bizarre-looking "Seven Freaks of Jiangnan"—the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist.

Seeing this, Jonin Makoto Ito's face turned grim. Even the Genin Kato Taka and Shimizu Kenma, who had been urging them to join the fight, were so stunned by the scene that they didn't dare move a muscle.

These two were veteran Genin, but they had never participated in a battlefield of this intensity.

Only Namikaze Yoru felt his expression soften, a sense of relief washing over him.

He stared fixedly at the light screen that had suddenly appeared before his eyes.

[Ding! Detected high-concentration rare bloodline "Uzumaki Clan Bloodline" dissipating on a large scale. Meets system activation requirements.]

[Myriad Realms Rare Pawnshop, at your service.]

[Does the Host wish to perform a valuation scan of the current scene?]

It's here, it's finally here!

Namikaze Yoru's emotions surged; the excitement nearly maxed out his adrenaline. If the timing weren't so inappropriate, he would have wanted to look up and howl at the sky.

No one knew the hardships he had endured over these twelve years—from expectation to disappointment, and finally to despair.

In the ninja world, he had no clan bloodline, no system, and no one paid him any mind.

If not for the fact that the events of the ninja world were unfolding exactly as he remembered from his past life, he would have doubted whether his memories were merely a fantasy.

Hearing the system's voice—that cold, mechanical tone—gave him the urge to weep with joy.

"Confirm!"

[Scan complete. The following ownerless items available for pawn have been discovered:]

[Uzumaki Clan Member Remains (Intact) *53... Valuation: 80 Points/unit]

[Dispersing Uzumaki Clan Souls *83... Valuation: 20 Points/unit]

[Mizuki Clan Member Remains (Intact) *1... Valuation: 50 Points/unit]

[Kaguya Clan Member Remains (Intact) *3... Valuation: 80 Points/unit]

[Damaged Ninja Tools...]

[Please approach the rare items to complete the containment and pawn process.]

"I'm rich! Is this what they call making a fortune from war?"

However, how to get close enough became a dilemma for Namikaze Yoru; if he rushed forward recklessly, he feared he would be kicked to death like a stray dog on the side of the road.

While he was deep in thought, he heard Jonin Makoto Ito issue a stern order:

"Namikaze Yoru and Shimizu Kenma, stay behind to provide support. Kato Taka, continue with me to execute the infiltration."

As soon as the words fell, Kato Taka, living up to his name, began to tremble uncontrollably like an electric toothbrush, failing to respond for a long time.

Perhaps in his view, a squad like theirs should have been following the Uzumaki ninja to fight a winning battle; the current scene had already far exceeded everyone's expectations.

"Genin Kato!"

Makoto Ito's tone deepened, carrying a hint of reprimand.

"Let me go instead."

Namikaze Yoru had been worrying about how to get closer; after all, if Jonin Makoto Ito ordered a retreat, it would be troublesome.

Being able to continue the infiltration now was like having a pillow delivered just as he was feeling sleepy.

Hearing this, Kato Taka felt as if he had been granted amnesty and hurriedly sent a look of gratitude toward Namikaze Yoru. Seeing this, Makoto Ito didn't say much and waved for Namikaze Yoru to follow.

Along the way, the two kept their figures hidden in the shadows of the buildings, dodging the fighting between the ninjas on both sides, and from time to time, the aftermath of ninjutsu forced them to seek other paths.

Makoto Ito's face was as grim as water, his attention highly focused, not daring to allow a single slip-up.

However, he did not notice Namikaze Yoru behind him, whose young face was currently unable to suppress a smile.

On this battlefield filled with slaughter, it appeared incredibly eerie and out of place.

[Ding! Successfully pawned one Uzumaki Clan Soul. Exchange Points: 20]

[Ding! Successfully pawned one Powerful Uzumaki Clan Soul. Exchange Points: 40]

[Ding!...]

"I'm rich!"