Ambush

The morning of the fourth day.

After finally getting a few peaceful days, the four of them were each passing the time in their hospital rooms.

A bespectacled Chunin knocked on the ward door.

"All members of Minato Namikaze's team, report to the Mission Center to receive a new assignment immediately."

Obito shot up from his hospital bed.

"What the hell? What's going on?! Don't we still have a full three days left of our seven-day leave?!"

The Chunin's face remained expressionless, like an emotionless recording machine.

"Emergency wartime deployment, specially approved by Lord Hokage."

With that, the Chunin turned and left.

Ye sat on his bed, watching the man's retreating figure, his gaze darkening.

Their leave had not even ended before they were forcibly dragged off on another mission.

Their Jonin leader, Minato, had just been reassigned out of the village yesterday.

The four of them were severely injured patients who had just crawled back from death's door, not even fully recovered yet.

The timing was far too perfect.

That old dog Danzo really could not wait even a moment. Could his greed be any more obvious?

Mission Center.

Behind a wooden counter, the reception ninja handed over a mission scroll stamped with an official seal.

"Escort frontline medical supplies to the Seventh Supply Station. Route: Northeastern Mountain Road."

Ye took it, unrolled the scroll, and glanced at the crooked red line.

Northeastern Mountain Road?

Milestones thirty-seven through forty-two?

Ye immediately became suspicious.

That shithole was surrounded by cliffs and dense forest on both sides. The terrain was sealed off; even a bird would get lost flying in there.

Were they afraid people would not be able to find a perfect spot for an ambush or something?

They had obviously dug a pit and were waiting for him