I'm a Good Person

A terrifying threat came from behind Murakami Nakaju, but he had no time to react.

"Pfft!"

Maruboshi Kosuke slashed Murakami Nakaju across the waist, spraying blood everywhere.

Ninja Art: Dance of the Crescent Moon had always been a combination of Shadow Clone and the Body Flicker Technique.

His strike landed, but Maruboshi Kosuke didn't get greedy. He immediately retreated.

The next second, Murakami Nakaju twisted around and swung his blade.

"Whoosh!"

Wind Style: Blade of Wind cleaved through the earth for more than ten meters.

Feeling the sharp pain in his waist, Murakami Nakaju tightened his grip on his Ninja Blade, his face dark with anger.

He was injured!

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

"If you dare use that move again, I'll kill you!"

Maruboshi Kosuke had no intention of repeating the same trick.

At that moment, his arm began to sway, along with the blade in his hand.

In Murakami Nakaju's eyes, it gradually became willow branches dancing in the wind, while Maruboshi Kosuke's figure vanished.

At that moment, Murakami Nakaju stood rooted to the spot, his eyes blank.

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

Murakami Nakaju had been so wary of Maruboshi Kosuke's swordsmanship that he had fallen right into the trap.

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

One strike, one kill!

Murakami Nakaju slowly fell to the ground.

Maruboshi Kosuke breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to look and saw that Sen Chisato had returned to the medical ninja's side.

"Heh, I didn't expect to get away with my life again."

Maruboshi Kosuke smiled kindly and took a step forward, but his expression suddenly tensed.

At the same time, as fireballs came flying toward them, Sen Chisato's voice rang out.

"Get down!"

Maruboshi Kosuke dropped without hesitation, and the fireballs swept over his head.

Boom!

"Damn Konoha brat!"

Behind Maruboshi Kosuke, the Sunagakure Jonin he had fought earlier wore a furious, resentful expression.

He had almost succeeded, but that brat had ruined it again!

And that brat had used Fire Style: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique, right?

Were the fireballs from Phoenix Sage Fire Technique really that big? They were practically as large as the fireballs from an ordinary ninja's Fireball Technique!

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

Maruboshi Kosuke had a wealth of combat experience. He rolled away to create some distance, then used the Body Flicker Technique to return to Sen Chisato's side.

At the same time, two figures landed swiftly.

Hyuga Hihi and Sarutobi Hakuba had finally arrived.

Sarutobi Hakuba glanced around and sighed. "We still couldn't save everyone."

"Yeah, there was nothing we could do. We did our best," Sen Chisato replied, his expression calm.

The medical ninja had still suffered casualties. One had died, while another had been stabbed through the arm by a Kunai.

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

But...

He didn't even know these people. He didn't consider himself a proper ninja, so why should he go out of his way for them?

Even with Maruboshi Kosuke, he wouldn't have bothered if the old man hadn't been so determined to protect him at the cost of his own life.

So what if they died? He'd only known them for a day.

But!

Sen Chisato raised a hand and patted Maruboshi Kosuke on the arm. When the old man looked at him, he grinned and said, "Old man, from now on, I've got your back!"

He hadn't needed anyone to save him, but the old man had risked his life for him. Of course he wouldn't let that go unrewarded.

After all, he was a good person!

Maruboshi Kosuke paused, then nodded with a chuckle. "Then I'll be counting on you to look after me from now on, Senri."

The old man had always been kind.

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

Especially Hyuga Hihi.

What nonsense were these two Genin spouting?

Wait!

He had seen their fight just now, after all. He had the Byakugan.

Maruboshi Kosuke had held off a Jonin by himself while facing multiple opponents, and had even taken out a whole group of Chunin. His strength seemed to surpass Hyuga Hihi's.

As for Sen Chisato... Putting his strength aside, that terrifyingly vast amount of chakra was more than Hyuga Hihi could match even if he stacked several copies of himself together.

Hyuga Hihi fell silent at the thought.

What the hell kind of Genin was this?

Boom!

An explosion sounded from the distant forest, bringing Hyuga Hihi back to his senses.

A fierce gust of wind blew through the trees, making everyone instinctively raise their hands to shield their eyes.

When the wind died down, everyone looked up and saw a figure emerge from the woods.

It was Orochimaru!

He was still holding the corpse of a Sand Ninja.

Of the fifty Sand Ninja, twelve were Jonin, and nine had been assigned to hold off Orochimaru.

Nine against one, and Orochimaru hadn't just won—he hadn't even suffered a scratch.

There were levels to being a Jonin.

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

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

"Lord Omori, should we continue with the mission?" one Sand Ninja asked fearfully, swallowing hard.

At that, everyone turned to look at Yamon Omori.

He was the only Jonin left 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 and they hadn't managed to kill him... No, to stop him. Now what was one Jonin and a dozen or so Chunin supposed to do—charge in headfirst?

Besides, the other side had two... no, three... no, four!

All in all, they had several Jonin.

It was lucky enough that the enemy hadn't charged them outright.

"Retreat!"

After forcing out one difficult word, Yamon Omori set off at once, leading the remaining ninja away with a grim expression.

Seeing this, Sen Chisato looked eager to give chase. He grabbed his blade and prepared to run after them.

His cheat wasn't a killing cheat, but it was a burying cheat!

They had the upper hand now. He couldn't just watch his "system rewards" run away, could he?

Since he'd already joined the fight, he might as well give it his all. Now was the perfect time to farm rewards.

But as he took a step, Maruboshi Kosuke grabbed him.

"Senri, we can't chase them. They might have laid an ambush."

Sarutobi Hakuba grabbed his other shoulder and said with a strange look, "Kid, why are you so bloodthirsty?"

This brat was on his first battlefield, wasn't he? During the fight, they could have said circumstances had forced his hand, but now he still wanted to hunt down the enemy.

For an ordinary ninja who hadn't been on a mission or seen blood, just making it through their first battlefield without their legs going weak was already impressive.

"Tsk." Watching the Sand Ninja disappear, Sen Chisato sheathed his short blade and said casually, "I was just trying to avenge my comrades."

At that, everyone froze, then fell silent.

Sen Chisato looked up in confusion.

What was going on?

Had he said something wrong again?

"No wonder the Third specifically entrusted you to me... No, I mean, you're a ninja!" Sarutobi Hakuba sighed.

Even Hyuga Hihi stepped in front of Sen Chisato, his expression serious. "I was very critical of you before, and I was wrong. There's no doubt about it—you're a reliable comrade!"

As he spoke, he held out his hand.

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

Don't do this.

If you keep acting like this, I won't be able to bring myself to take you out later.

No!

I'm a good person. How could I ever harm my comrades?

I just can't bear to see you die and then have your corpses left out in the wilderness.

"Thud!"

A corpse was tossed down beside them.

Orochimaru walked over and said warmly, "Good work."

Then he looked at Sen Chisato and pointed at the corpse.

Sen Chisato understood and nodded.

This corpse should be pretty "unique," and worth studying.

He quickly pulled out a scroll and sealed the corpse inside.

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

Orochimaru looked at Sen Chisato, speechless.

That "hobby" of his was showing again.

Well, what could he do? Sen Chisato was his "disciple."

He didn't answer, but instead gave an order. "Rest here. We'll set out again in an hour."

With that, he left.

Sen Chisato's eyes lit up. Ignoring everyone else, he opened a scroll, took out a shovel, and eagerly dashed into the forest where Orochimaru had fought earlier.