Get Out or Not?

If one were to ask who the biggest troublemaker in the Shinobi World was after the Chunin Exams, who would it be?

Without a doubt, it must be the Akatsuki. By launching operations across the entire map, they have thrown the Shinobi World into absolute chaos.

Therefore, Rasa decided that he, too, needed to establish an organization. By operating with dual identities—both in the light and in the shadows—and exerting influence from both sides, he could stir the waters to the greatest possible extent.

The full name of the Akatsuki is Dawn. What does it mean? The rising sun.

He naturally had to outshine the Akatsuki. His organization would be the Celestial Organization, with the full name Celestial. What does the character "Celestial" mean? The sun at high noon.

Most importantly, Rasa liked the way the character could be split into two parts: "Sun" and "Sky." Sun the Sky!

Although the Celestial Organization was currently pathetic—consisting of one man, one gun, and lacking any resources or territory, being so poor that he only had his Gold Dust left—Rasa was confident. As long as he created enough alter egos and swung his hoe well enough, he would certainly be able to develop the Celestial Organization into a top-tier entity with millions of members, capable of blotting out the sun!

By then, how the Shinobi World developed would no longer be up to Kishimoto; everything would have to listen to him. He could flatten it or roll it into a ball as he pleased, and wouldn't the points just come rolling in?

Applause, if you understand.

This time, he didn't use "cultivation" to fool the villagers. After settling the trivial matters, Rasa simply accepted a reconnaissance mission and headed to the border alone.

He moved with great haste.

Upon arriving near the mission location, he once again used the Transformation Technique to manifest a new alter ego.

He had slicked-back black hair so heavily gelled that a fly would slip if it landed on it. His face was sharp and angular, bearing a striking resemblance to John Lone in his youth.

With gold-rimmed glasses, a shirt and tie, a belt pulled high over his suit trousers, and leather shoes polished to a mirror shine, he possessed a tall, elegant physique, topped off with a white lab coat.

A new alter ego was thus born: the image of a young, promising physician.

He manifested his Electromagnetic Force, creating a magnetic field with himself as the center and a radius of five hundred meters. Due to limitations in precision and intensity, the further the distance, the larger the area, and the weaker the control.

However, by emitting electromagnetic waves of specific frequencies and receiving the echoes, he could still crudely simulate the effects of a radar.

It couldn't be compared to the precision of the various military radars from his past life, but it was sufficient for the Shinobi World—at least, it was very useful when searching for enemies.

After spending about two hours identifying and categorizing the return echo frequencies from rock pillars, sand, ordinary people, cacti, and animals, Rasa began his operation.

Under the scorching sun, he sprinted through the desert like a fool, conducting a carpet search just like someone mopping a floor.

Three more hours passed. As the setting sun was about to dip below the horizon and the temperature plummeted, he finally made a discovery.

Rasa's eyebrows twitched. Judging by the frequency of the echoes, the targets were seven carbon-based life forms moving at a constant speed.

The wave frequency he used was microwave. Limited by the wave frequency, he couldn't measure the targets' temperature, but based on their movement speed, he could basically confirm they were ninjas.

Ordinary people would not be traveling through the desert at such a fast pace.

Analyzing the targets' trajectory, Rasa moved quickly, choosing a position where he would intercept them in advance to wait for the rabbits to come to him.

Several days of wandering around like headless flies had brought the Iwagakure operational squad to the brink of a breakdown.

First, the environment was harsh, with high temperatures, sandstorms, and quicksand; second, the color palette of the desert was too monotonous, which was also a form of mental torture.

A young Iwagakure ninja couldn't understand how the Sunagakure ninjas survived in such an environment. He grumbled to himself before complaining aloud:

"Captain, wandering around like this isn't a solution. We don't have any leads at all.

Besides, the temperature in the desert is so high during the day; why don't we gather intelligence at night?"

As soon as these words were spoken, they drew scorn from the rest of the squad. The temperature difference between day and night in the desert was extreme, with nighttime lows even reaching sub-zero, making it even less suitable for activity.

Furthermore, visibility was obstructed, making the efficiency of gathering intelligence even lower.

Before he could even wipe the sweat from his forehead, it was dried by the hot wind. Higashi Shito took out his water skin and took a long, refreshing gulp.

He then cast a stern look, warning the complaining young ninja: "This mission was personally entrusted by the Tsuchikage. Everyone participating is at least a Chunin.

You and I are ninjas of Iwagakure; we only need to execute orders.

Besides, the environment in the desert is indeed harsh, but the Sunagakure ninjas can adapt to it, so why can't we?

I don't want to hear such remarks that affect military morale again."

"Yes!"

The young ninja swallowed hard, realizing his mistake.

Higashi Shito took out his pocket watch, checked the time, and added a word of reassurance to the group: "Let's keep looking for another two hours.

We found several Sunagakure strongholds three days ago; there's no reason we can't find them now."

"Captain, look!" a ninja suddenly pointed ahead and exclaimed.

Higashi Shito looked in the direction indicated. What kind of scene was that?

With the sun setting in the west, smoke rising over the vast desert, in a world of yellow sand, a mysterious figure in white stood with his hands behind his back, facing the sunset and turning his back to the group.

Aloof and solitary in the world, a speck of white amidst the endless yellow.

The Iwagakure ninjas were on high alert. The appearance of such a normal person in the middle of the desert was, in itself, not a normal event.

Damn it, he finally showed up!

Rasa, who had been posing for a long time, slowly turned around. With red lips and white teeth, all the sand and wind seemed to deliberately steer clear of him.

Lifting his chin, he looked down at everyone with the kind of gaze often found in fantasy novels, calm and indifferent. "This is the territory of our Celestial Organization."

"Ninjas of Iwagakure, get out of here, and I shall spare your lives."

They had come here to kill, so he cut straight to the chase.

"You!" The young ninja was agitated. They had been walking through the desert when they suddenly encountered a mysterious person.

Seeing that they were wearing the standard flak jackets of Iwagakure, yet being told to get lost without a second thought, it was clear that this person had no respect for Iwagakure at all!

Higashi Shito held his subordinate back, speaking calmly: "I do not know who you are, nor have I ever heard of any Celestial Organization."

"We are merely looking for someone. If you continue to be insolent, then we will not be polite."

Not polite? That is exactly what I want!

"Iwagakure ninjas coming to the territory of our Celestial Organization to look for someone—such immense prestige."

Rasa curled his lips, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and threatened: "I, Luo Tian Miao You,"

"do not like to repeat myself a second time. Are you leaving or not?"

When ninjas from the Five Great Shinobi Villages went out on missions, they often encountered ninjas from smaller villages or rogue ninjas. As long as there was no conflict of interest, everyone would generally pass by each other without interference.

This was the first time Higashi Shito had ever seen someone so capable of posturing and acting so arrogant. Frowning, he said: "What kind of messy name is that?"

"I only know this is the Land of Wind, and I have never heard of this place belonging to any Celestial Organization. I think you are here looking for trouble on purpose."

You only just realized?

Changed my status; seeking some support. Aside from flaming me, all forms of support are welcome...