Rain Village Ninja

After spending the night at the inn and falling asleep to the sound of rain in the Land of Rain, Qinglong found the experience rather pleasant.

The next day, when he opened the door, Qinglong discovered that the inn was surrounded by ninjas from the Land of Rain.

"Oh? What's going on?"

Qinglong leaned over the railing and looked down.

"Listen up, you two outsiders, one woman and one man! We in Amegakure have taken a fancy to your vehicle. Name your price—we're buying it!"

Tsk! So the ninjas who tried to force-sell the vehicle yesterday still haven't given up!

The ninja who had tried to force-sell the vehicle yesterday had ultimately been beaten up by Tsunade. One of the beaten Chunin leaders had declared that they were ninjas from Amegakure, and had threatened the three of them, telling them to wait for Amegakure's revenge!

As expected, they've come!

And they had come with a Jonin squad right away.

"No sale!"

A window opened in the room beside them. Tsunade lazily leaned against it, seemingly still not having slept enough before being awakened by the commotion.

"You know perfectly well that we're ninjas from Amegakure. We came here under Lord Hanzo's orders to purchase your vehicle. You don't get to refuse!"

"Our patience is limited, you know!"

the leading Jonin said coldly, apparently having run out of patience.

What did the ninjas of Amegakure do?

They acted as thugs, assassins, and robbers of travelers. As long as they were paid, there was no job they wouldn't accept!

Great ninja villages like Konoha had to secretly use Anbu Ninja for certain unsavory missions.

Amegakure, however, carried them out openly—and every single one of them did it. They were utterly unscrupulous!

"I said it's not for sale!"

Tsunade was getting angry too and slapped the window as she spoke.

"Go back to sleep. I'll handle this."

Qinglong spoke to Tsunade. After splitting the money yesterday, Tsunade had drunk quite a bit and hadn't gone to bed until very late.

Qinglong opened his oil-paper umbrella and leisurely walked out in front of the inn.

"You actually sent a brat out? How foolish—and how arrogant! Do you not regard us Rain ninjas at all?"

The Rain Jonin's eyes were manic, and a cruel, bloodthirsty glint flashed within them.

"Hey, brat! If you say the wrong thing, people will die!"

Another Jonin also spoke up threateningly, his tone full of mockery.

Qinglong paid him no attention, acting as though the Rain Jonin in front of him did not exist. These Rain ninjas were all trying to rob the hovercar and reclaim the gambling money they had lost.

"Everyone, please go back. The vehicle isn't for sale!"

In front of the inn, Qinglong slightly raised his umbrella, revealing a pair of cold eyes.

"Brat! You really aren't afraid of dying?"

"Then you leave us no choice!"

The Rain Jonin shouted angrily, and the umbrella in his hand shot into the sky.

"Ninjutsu: Senbon Shower!"

In an instant, countless needles fell from the umbrella, blanketing Qinglong like a torrential downpour.

The Rain Jonin seemed to already see the brat lying on the ground, his body pierced with steel needles and his face contorted in pain. A cruel smile appeared on his face.

"Whoosh!"

Qinglong's umbrella moved, spinning rapidly.

The moment the countless steel Senbon struck the spinning umbrella, they were flung away one after another, shooting rapidly in every direction!

"Ahhh~!"

A series of screams rang out. Some of the ninjas surrounding the inn were struck by the Senbon and cried out in agony.

The leading Jonin held up his Kunai and blocked a Senbon that shot toward him.

"We really did underestimate that brat!"

The Jonin's gaze grew even colder. He had not expected his opponent to remain completely unharmed while injuring his own men. He did not care about those who had been wounded and knocked down, but the damage to his reputation enraged him.

He abruptly drew the six umbrellas from his back and tossed them all into the sky.

"Try this technique! The Thousand-Needle Art with no blind spots! Ninjutsu: Senbon Shower!"

From the six opened umbrellas, countless Senbon shot out like a hurricane-force downpour, sweeping toward Qinglong from every direction.

"He must be dead this time!"

That was what all the watching Rain ninjas thought. Senbon were raining down from every direction with no blind spots—one umbrella could never block them all!

Yet Qinglong in the center remained completely unperturbed. Still holding only one umbrella, he swung it around, forming a barrier that not even water could penetrate.

The ground was already covered in a thick layer of fallen steel needles, but the boy in the center still stood tall, calm and composed!

Even the leading Jonin could not help breaking out in a cold sweat. This brat was definitely no ordinary person!

But I'm no ordinary Jonin, either!

"Ah, brat."

"Die!"

With a click, the leading Jonin drew his Kunai and charged forward. The Kunai pierced through the raindrops and went straight for Qinglong's throat. He intended to personally kill this hateful brat.

Qinglong's umbrella rose slightly, and he extended one hand.

"Boom!"

At the instant they collided, a cloud of water vapor exploded between them. A powerful shock wave wrapped in rainwater burst in every direction. The leading Rain Jonin was sent flying instantly, crashed onto the rain-soaked street, and slid a long way before tumbling several times and slamming into a wall. He looked utterly miserable.

The other Jonin had already begun forming Hand Seals when the leader charged. Ordinarily, the two worked together flawlessly. Once the leading Jonin was sent flying, his seals were complete!

"Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet!"

The rainwater on the street surged, and a water dragon soared into the air, roaring as it lunged toward Qinglong.

"Whoosh!"

Qinglong folded up his umbrella and hurled it at the water dragon, which had already lunged close.