Are You Leaving or Not?

Tell me, after the Chunin Ninja Exams, who was the biggest troublemaker in the Shinobi World?

Without a doubt, it was the Akatsuki. They picked fights across the whole map and turned the Shinobi World into a complete mess.

So Rasa decided to start an organization of his own, working both openly and behind the scenes. That would be the best way to muddy the waters.

The Akatsuki's full name was Dawn. What did that mean? The sun rising.

Then his organization had to outshine the Akatsuki: the Celestial Organization, known in full as Celestial. And what did "Celestial" mean? At the height of its glory.

Most importantly, Rasa liked the way the character could be split into two parts: "sun" and "sky"!

The Celestial Organization was pretty pathetic for now. It had one man and one weapon, no resources or territory, and nothing but Gold Dust to its name.

But Rasa was confident. As long as he created enough aliases and wielded his hoe well enough, he could turn the Celestial Organization into a top-tier organization with a million members, powerful enough to cover the sky with one hand!

By then, Kishimoto wouldn't get to decide how the Shinobi World developed. Everyone would have to listen to him. If he wanted to flatten something, he'd flatten it; if he wanted to roll it into a ball, he'd roll it up. The points would come rolling in, wouldn't they?

Let's hear some applause.

This time, Rasa didn't use training as an excuse to fool the villagers. After taking care of some odds and ends, he picked up a random reconnaissance mission and headed to the border alone.

He hurried along.

When he reached the area near the mission site, he used the Transformation Technique again and created a new alias.

Black hair slicked back, with so much pomade that a fly would slip if it landed on it; a sharply defined face that looked just like John Lone in his youth.

Gold-rimmed glasses, a shirt and tie, suit trousers with the belt pulled high, and gleaming leather shoes. He was tall, slender, and handsome, with a white coat thrown over it all.

And just like that, he had a new alias: a promising young doctor.

Electromagnetic Force sprang to life, spreading out from him as the center of a magnetic field with a radius of five hundred meters. Its precision and strength were limited, and the farther away something was, the wider the area became and the weaker his control over it.

Still, by sending out electromagnetic waves at specific frequencies and receiving their echoes, he could roughly mimic the effects of radar.

It couldn't compare to the precision of the military radars of his previous life, but it was more than good enough for the Shinobi World, especially when searching for enemies.

After spending about two hours identifying and classifying the frequencies of the echoes returned from rock pillars, sand and stone, ordinary people, cacti, animals, and other objects, Rasa took action.

Beneath the blazing sun, he tore across the desert like an idiot, conducting a thorough search, sweeping the area much like an ordinary person mopping a floor.

More than three hours later, just as the sun was about to set and the temperature suddenly dropped, he finally found something.

Rasa's brows twitched. Judging by the frequency of the echoes, his targets were seven carbon-based lifeforms moving at a steady pace.

He was using microwaves, so their frequency limited his ability to measure their temperatures. But based on their speed, he could be fairly sure they were ninja.

Ordinary people wouldn't travel through the desert at that speed.

After analyzing their route, Rasa quickly moved to a spot where he could intercept them and lay in wait.

After several days of wandering around aimlessly like headless flies, Iwagakure's squad was on the verge of collapse.

The environment was brutal: first the heat, the sandstorms, and the shifting dunes; then there was the desert's monotonous palette, which was a strain on the mind, too.

A young Iwagakure Ninja grumbled to himself, wondering how the Sand Ninja survived in an environment like this. Then he muttered a complaint:

"Captain, wandering around like this isn't getting us anywhere. We don't have a single lead.

"Besides, it's so hot in the desert during the day. Why don't we gather intelligence at night?"

The other squad members looked at him with disdain. The difference between day and night temperatures in the desert was extreme, and at night it could drop below freezing, making it even less suitable for activity.

Besides, visibility would be poor, making it even harder to gather intelligence.

The sweat on Higashi Shito's forehead dried in the hot wind before he could wipe it away. He pulled out his water flask and took a long, satisfying drink.

Then he shot the young ninja a disapproving look and warned him, "Lord Tsuchikage personally assigned this mission. Everyone involved is at least a Chunin.

"You and I are Iwagakure Ninja. We just have to follow orders.

"Besides, the conditions in the desert are certainly harsh, but the Sand Ninja can adapt to them. Why can't we?

"I don't want to hear any more talk that undermines morale."

"Yes!"

The young ninja swallowed and realized he had been in the wrong.

Higashi Shito took out his pocket watch, checked the time, then added a few words to reassure the others. "Let's search for another two hours.

"We found several Sunagakure outposts three days ago. There's no reason we shouldn't find more now."

"Captain, look!" A ninja suddenly pointed ahead and cried out.

Higashi Shito looked in the direction he was pointing. What a sight.

The sun was setting in the west, and a lone column of smoke rose from the vast desert. In the world of yellow sand, a mysterious figure dressed in white stood with his hands behind his back, facing the sunset with his back to them.

Alone and proud, apart from the world—a single point of white amid endless yellow.

The Iwagakure Ninja grew alert. Seeing a person like that in the desert was anything but normal.

Damn, they'd finally arrived!

After holding that pose for a long time, Rasa slowly turned around. His lips were red and his teeth white, and it seemed as if the wind and sand deliberately avoided him.

He lifted his chin and gazed at them with the sort of look often seen in fantasy novels. Then, in a calm voice, he said, "This is the territory of our Celestial Organization.

"Iwagakure Ninja, get out of here. I'll spare your lives."

He had come to kill them anyway, so he got straight to the point.

"You!" The young ninja was furious. They'd been walking through the desert when they'd suddenly run into a mysterious man.

He'd seen that they were wearing Iwagakure's standard uniforms, yet he'd immediately told them to get lost. It was obvious he had no regard for Iwagakure!

Higashi Shito held his subordinate back and replied calmly, "I don't know who you are, and I've never heard of any Celestial Organization.

"We're just looking for someone. If you keep speaking so rudely, we'll have no choice but to deal with you."

"Deal with me? That's exactly what I want you to do!"

"Coming to search for someone on our Celestial Organization's territory—what a show of force."

Rasa pursed his lips and pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses. Then he threatened them, "My name is Luo Tianmiao You Enel Laxus D'olléa Killua Pikachu Zeus Thor Odinson Misaka Yongxin.

"I don't like repeating myself, so I'll ask you once: are you leaving or not?"

When ninja from the Five Great Shinobi Villages went on missions, they often ran into ninja from small villages or rogue ninja. If there was no conflict of interest, they usually passed each other by without getting involved.

Higashi Shito had never met anyone so full of himself, or with such a big mouth. Frowning, he said, "What kind of ridiculous name is that?

"I only know that this is the Land of Wind. I've never heard of this place belonging to any Celestial Organization. I think you're deliberately picking a fight."

You only just realized that?

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