He had deceived his father in all sincerity. When he put his mind to it and closed the system interface, Mirai sighed. "I can't believe I can even transport things like detonators... Whatever, it's still a golden finger. Besides, it makes sense for the Alliance to send over all sorts of animated projects."
When he opened the ninja pouch, he saw that there were still thirty detonators inside. They looked exactly like the ones he had bought in Konoha. There was no chance of mutation.
"It's no longer safe here. Let's go!" A great fire burned the villagers' corpses to prevent any clues from being left behind for others to follow. Mirai leaped into a tree, picked up one of the Konoha ninjas, and spoke to the three of them.
Upon receiving the order, the three immediately carried one comrade each and followed Kurenai Gou away from the clearing.
Late at night, the Forest was pitch-black, frightening some people. Yet in the river valley, wooden fences stretched for more than ten miles around the camp, torches blazing and driving away the darkness.
This was the main camp of the Kirigakure forces, where the village's troops had gathered. The army was formidable and heavily guarded; absolutely no one dared make trouble here.
Yet at that very moment, someone happened to sneak into a tent in the central area of the main camp.
"Any news?" The intruder lifted the tent flap, walked inside, and questioned the host.
"Yes." The relationship between the two was strange. Without even raising his head, the host replied.
Hearing this, the intruder gave a cold laugh. "Spit it out! I'm going to crush that bastard to pieces!"
"Hashimoto Yasunari, don't get it twisted. You're the one asking me for something!" The host raised his head and stared