The Secret Handover of Dragon Whisker Grass and the Land of Rain Daimyo's Plea for Help

The lights in the Hokage's Office remained on until late at night.

Baishi did not deal with the piled-up documents.

He merely sat quietly, feeling the faint stabbing pain of two violent energies within him grinding through his Meridians inch by inch like millstones.

The heaviness of the Leyline Origin and the frenzy of the One-Tail Chakra had yet to achieve true balance.

He urgently needed an anchor point, and he also urgently needed a medicine.

The tea on the desk had long gone cold.

An ANBU wearing a Crow Mask silently appeared in the shadows of the office.

"Hokage-sama."

"Has it arrived?" Baishi's voice remained calm.

"It has. It's at No. 7 Supply Warehouse. The area has already been cleared."

Baishi rose to his feet, picked up the Hokage Haori draped over the back of his chair, and put it on again.

"Let's go."

No. 7 Supply Warehouse was located on the outskirts of Konoha and was normally used to store non-strategic construction materials.

At this moment, guards stood every few steps, with sentries posted at every turn. All ANBU personnel had their backs to the warehouse doors as they kept watch on the surroundings.

Inside the warehouse, only a single dim lamp was lit.

Three wooden crates half the height of a person sat in the center.

The crates bore the standard seal of the Rain Country Chamber of Commerce and still carried the damp moisture of long-distance transport.

Shikaku Nara and Yamanaka Inoichi stood to one side, their expressions grave.

Baishi stepped forward but did not open the crates immediately.

He put on a pair of specially made leather gloves and circled the crates once.

His fingers slowly tapped along the seams of the crates.

Tap.

Tap, tap.

The sounds were dull and uniform.

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