I'm a Good Person

A terrifying crisis struck from behind Murakami Nakaju, but he had no time to react.

"Pfft!"

Maruboshi Kosuke slashed across Murakami Nakaju's waist, sending a spray of blood into the air.

The Ninja Art: Dance of the Crescent Moon had always been a combination of shadow clones and the Body Flicker Technique.

Having landed the hit, Maruboshi Kosuke did not get greedy and immediately retreated.

The next second, Murakami Nakaju had already twisted his body to swing his blade.

"Shhh!"

The Wind Style: Blade of Wind slashed down, cleaving the ground open for over ten meters.

Feeling the searing pain at his waist, Murakami Nakaju gripped his ninja sword tightly, his expression looking incredibly grim.

He was injured!

"Damn it!" He slowly took a step back, his entire body tense as he guarded against a sudden attack from the old man before him.

"If you dare to use that move again, I will definitely slaughter you!"

Maruboshi Kosuke had no intention of repeating the same move.

At this moment, his arm swayed continuously, causing the blade in his hand to sway as well.

To Murakami Nakaju's eyes, this gradually transformed into willow branches dancing in the wind, while Maruboshi Kosuke's figure vanished from sight.

In that instant, Murakami Nakaju stood frozen in place, his eyes dull.

Ninja Art: Konoha Style: Willow, a combination of genjutsu and swordsmanship.

Murakami Nakaju had been too wary of Maruboshi Kosuke's swordsmanship, and as a result, he fell right into the trap.

By the time he broke free from the shackles of the genjutsu, Maruboshi Kosuke had already passed him by.

A fatal strike!

Murakami Nakaju slowly collapsed to the ground.

Maruboshi Kosuke let out a sigh of relief and turned his head to see that Sen Chisato had already returned to the side of the medical ninja.

"Heh, I didn't expect to have my life saved again."

Maruboshi Kosuke revealed a gentle smile, but just as he took a step forward, his expression tightened.

At the same time, accompanied by a barrage of fireballs flying in, Sen Chisato's voice rang out.

"Get down!"

Maruboshi Kosuke dropped to the ground without hesitation, the fireballs grazing over his head.

BOOM!

"Damn Konoha brats!"

Behind Maruboshi Kosuke, the Sand Ninja jonin who had been fighting him earlier looked full of resentment.

He had been about to succeed just now, but that brat had ruined it again!

Also, that brat was using the Fire Style: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique, right?

Since when were the fireballs of the Phoenix Sage Fire Technique that large? They were practically as big as a regular ninja's Fireball Technique!

Having missed his chance, he had already lost his best opportunity.

Maruboshi Kosuke possessed extremely rich combat experience; he performed a roll to put some distance between them, then used a Body Flicker Technique to return directly to Sen Chisato's side.

At the same time, two figures descended rapidly.

Hyuga Hihi and Sarutobi Hakuba had finally arrived.

Sarutobi Hakuba turned his head to look, sighing, "We still couldn't save everyone."

"Ah, it can't be helped; we already did our best," Sen Chisato replied with a detached expression.

The medical ninja had suffered casualties after all; one had died outright, and another had his arm pierced by a kunai.

Of course, if Sen Chisato hadn't left and had fought with his full strength, he could have protected all the medical ninja.

However...

He didn't even know these people, and he didn't even consider himself a proper ninja, so why should he go to such great lengths?

Even for Maruboshi Kosuke, if it weren't for the man's attitude of risking his life to protect him, he wouldn't have bothered to care.

If they die, they die; he had only known them for a day.

But!

Sen Chisato raised his hand and patted Maruboshi Kosuke on the arm. Once the old man looked at him, he said with a grin, "Old man, from now on, I've got you covered!"

Although he didn't need saving himself, since the man had risked his life for him, he certainly wouldn't treat him poorly.

After all, he was a good person!

Maruboshi Kosuke was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a chuckle, "Then I shall leave myself in your care from now on, Chisato-kun."

The old man has always been kind-hearted.

Hyuga Hihi and Sarutobi Hakuba exchanged a brief glance, both seeing a hint of absurdity in the other's eyes.

Especially Hyuga Hihi.

What kind of foolish nonsense were these two genin spouting?

Wait!

He had seen the battle between these two just moments ago; after all, he possessed the Byakugan.

Maruboshi Kosuke had fought against a crowd single-handedly, holding off an enemy jonin while taking out a large group of chunin. Such strength seemed to have already surpassed his own.

As for Sen Chisato... setting aside his actual combat prowess, that terrifyingly vast amount of chakra was something he couldn't match even if he stacked several of himself together.

Thinking of this, Hyuga Hihi fell silent.

Are these really genin?

"BOOM!"

A thunderous explosion echoed from the distant forest, snapping Hyuga Hihi back to his senses.

A gale of wind whistled through the gaps in the trees, forcing everyone to instinctively raise their hands to shield their eyes.

When the wind died down, everyone looked up to see a figure emerging from the woods.

It was Orochimaru!

At this moment, he was still dragging the corpse of a Sand Ninja in his hand.

There had been fifty Sand Ninja in total, including twelve jonin, nine of whom had been tasked with intercepting Orochimaru.

Nine against one, and not only had Orochimaru won, he hadn't even sustained a single injury.

There are gaps even between jonin.

Seeing Orochimaru return, the Konoha ninja all breathed a sigh of relief.

As for the Sand Ninja, they all subconsciously took a step back, gripping their weapons tightly.

"Lord Omori, should we continue the mission?" a Sand Ninja asked, swallowing hard, his voice trembling with fear.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone turned their heads to look at Yamon Omori.

He was the only jonin remaining among the surviving Sand Ninja.

Yamon Omori's face darkened.

Continue the mission?

With what?

That was Orochimaru, one of the Sannin!

Nine against one hadn't been enough to kill—no, even stop him. Now, with him as the only jonin left, plus a dozen or so chunin, what were they supposed to use to carry out the mission?

Not to mention, the other side had two... no, three... no, four!

In short, they had several jonin.

It was a blessing enough that the enemy hadn't charged at them directly.

"Retreat!"

Struggling to spit out the word, Yamon Omori wore a grim expression as he quickly led the remaining ninja away.

Seeing this, Sen Chisato looked eager, raising his blade as he prepared to give chase.

His cheat wasn't a "kill" cheat, but it was definitely a "bury" cheat.

They had the upper hand now; he couldn't just watch the "system rewards" run away.

Since he had already made his move, he should go all out. Now was the time to farm rewards.

But just as he took a step forward, Maruboshi Kosuke pressed down on him from the side.

"Chisato-kun, we cannot pursue. We must guard against an ambush."

Sarutobi Hakuba held his other shoulder, saying with a strange expression, "You brat, why is your bloodlust so high?"

This kid was on the battlefield for the first time, right? During the previous fight, one could say it was forced by the situation, but now he actually wanted to hunt down the retreating enemy.

For an average ninja who had never performed a mission or seen blood, participating in a slaughter on their first time on the battlefield and not having their legs turn to jelly was already quite an achievement.

"Tch." Watching the Sand Ninja disappear, Sen Chisato sheathed his short blade and said casually, "I just wanted to avenge our comrades, didn't I?"

Once these words were out, everyone was stunned, and then they all fell silent.

Sen Chisato looked up, puzzled.

What was going on?

Had he said the wrong thing again?

"Truly worthy of being the child... no, the ninja, specifically entrusted by the Third Hokage!" Sarutobi Hakuba sighed.

Even Hyuga Hihi stepped in front of Sen Chisato, saying with a solemn face, "I had many opinions about you before, and that was my mistake. Without a doubt, you are a reliable comrade!"

As he spoke, he extended his hand.

"Uh, there's really no need to be so formal..." Sen Chisato said, his eyes darting away as he reached out to shake it.

Don't be like this.

If you guys act like this, I won't have the heart to lay a hand on you in the future.

Wait, no!

I'm a good person, how could I ever lay a hand on my own comrades?

I just can't bear to see you left to rot in the wilderness after you die, that's all.

"Thud!"

A corpse was tossed beside the group.

Orochimaru walked over and said in a gentle tone, "Well done."

He then looked at Sen Chisato and gestured toward the body.

Sen Chisato nodded in understanding.

This corpse must be quite "unique" and hold some value for research.

With nimble movements, he pulled out a scroll and sealed the body inside.

After stowing the scroll away, he suddenly remembered something and looked up to ask, "Lord Orochimaru, what about the other corpses?"

Orochimaru looked at Sen Chisato, speechless.

This child, that "habit" of his was showing again.

Forget it, who else was Sen Chisato if not his own "disciple"?

He didn't answer, instead ordering, "Rest here. We continue in one hour."

With that, he walked away.

Sen Chisato's eyes lit up. Ignoring everyone else, he opened a scroll, pulled out a shovel, and dashed excitedly into the forest where Orochimaru had just been fighting.