Oguri Hayashi had come to this world twelve years ago and had been a Chunin for two years.
His talent was mediocre. His only Chakra natures were Fire, Earth, and Lightning Release. The only reason he had become a Chunin at twelve was diligence.
He and his subordinates were jogging through the forest. As Konoha shinobi responsible for maintaining the Second Shinobi World War Sand Shinobi front, he knew that the Second Shinobi World War was about to end.
But before long, the Third Shinobi World War would arrive.
The Sealing Squad's seal had been activated. They had received word and come to investigate. If there were enemy shinobi, they would intercept them; if they could not win, they would retreat.
Over the past few years, they had fought who knew how many such skirmishes. Most Sand Shinobi retreated decisively once discovered, while those with missions would launch equally decisive assaults.
Oguri Hayashi and his team had long since prepared countermeasures, so they were not flustered.
They moved at a jogging pace, yet made very little noise.
The rapid whooshing travel shown in anime was not how ordinary shinobi advanced while searching for enemies.
Ordinary shinobi would rather move more slowly, jogging like normal people, than speed up and let the enemy hear them. That would directly expose their location.
That was extremely bad. Shuriken, kunai, or anything else would come flying at them immediately.
A shinobi's stamina and Chakra were limited. The true shinobi was one who inflicted as many casualties as possible with limited Chakra and stamina.
The Ten Thousand Formation had appeared once during Naruto's team's escort mission to the Land of Waves, protecting the target at its core.
But in battle, this Ten Thousand Formation was also highly practical. The captain or the person best at throwing techniques stayed in the rear, taijutsu shinobi went in front, and scouting, Genjutsu, or ninjutsu shinobi took the flanks. A formation spanning from two to ten meters was normal.
Right now, Oguri Hayashi advanced through the trees like a tanuki. His three nearby teammates watched both their surroundings and him. The instant he made a hand signal, they would react.
Would they spread out, close in, retreat, or charge forward?
This was crucial to command, and Oguri Hayashi possessed commanding ability far beyond anyone in this world.
Although he hid his abilities, how could he possibly conceal them from the teammates who followed him?
His Genin therefore had complete faith in his command, and even in battle, they would glance in his direction.
He had proven countless times that if they trusted his command, they could escape even when facing a Jonin.
That was right. They had once relied on Oguri Hayashi's command to escape alive from an enemy Jonin.
They had not the slightest objection to Oguri Hayashi's command.
Oguri Hayashi narrowed his eyes slightly and made a hand signal.
Up the trees.
Without any hesitation, the three of them took two steps as one and sprang onto the branches.
Konoha had this advantage: its abundance of trees made it easy to conceal themselves.
It was like the old Battle Royale map from his previous life. It was easy to play a stealthy player there, while their enemy, the Sand Country, was nothing but bare desert terrain, making it far too difficult to be a stealthy player. It was unpleasant.
Hidden among the leaves, everyone gradually slowed their breathing. As they watched a group slowly walking forward along the roots of ancient trees, doubts involuntarily surfaced in their minds.
Although these people wore the unmistakable Sand Shinobi symbols on their foreheads, they did not move like shinobi at all.
They looked as if they were out on a picnic, strolling leisurely down the path.
In China, such narrow trails would not even count as roads, but in the shinobi world, they were already enough for ordinary people and ordinary shinobi to pass through.
Tree Climbing was certainly convenient and fast, but it constantly consumed Chakra. Shinobi would not travel in such a wasteful manner.
Yet this group did not feel like Genin at all. They were like ordinary people, except—their clothing was rather strange.
Wait, their clothes... Oguri Hayashi narrowed his eyes. What familiar and nostalgic clothing.
In the world of Naruto, clothing styles undoubtedly leaned toward ancient Japan. Aside from shinobi, everyone else dressed like commoners. Though shinobi clothing varied in style, it still followed the customs of their respective hidden villages, mainly to suit the environment—for example, Konoha's green vests, the Sand Shinobi's bandages and robes, and so on.
But what exactly were these four people wearing?
One of them had dyed blond hair, a leather jacket, and fitted trousers. That was still fairly normal, but the two box-like objects hanging at his waist looked extremely familiar.
Though they had been modified, Oguri Hayashi, once a hardcore nerd, could not possibly be mistaken. They were definitely Omni-directional Mobility Gear from Attack on Titan.
Another was a refined-looking man with glasses. He wore a British-style vest and leather shoes beneath a robe, looking exactly like someone cosplaying a wizard from Harry Potter.
As for the third, he looked like a special forces soldier. He wore digital camouflage, had green camouflage paint on his face, and more importantly, wore a green multi-function night-vision device with three eye-like lenses on his head. He held a short-barreled G36 rifle with its stock folded, looking quite imposing.
The leader was tall, over 1.8 meters, with dark skin like someone who had done hard labor all year round. Yet he wore a black dojo uniform and hiking boots, making him look exceptionally capable.
However one looked at them, these four were not dressed like shinobi in the slightest.
What made Oguri Hayashi's three teammates hesitate was that the four were walking toward them without the slightest vigilance.
When Oguri Hayashi saw them, joy rose in his heart. He had only felt that he was not alone in this world after all. There really were other transmigrators.
But his years of shinobi experience instinctively told him something was wrong.
No, if these people were truly transmigrators, how could they possibly gather together? He had searched for transmigrators before, yet in a village as large as Konoha, he had not found even a second one. Why had four suddenly appeared among the Sand Shinobi?
And even if they were transmigrators, was it really a good idea to stand out so blatantly by cosplaying like this? Or were they dressed this way merely because...
No matter what, they wore Sand Shinobi forehead protectors, so they were enemies. Having lived here for twelve years, Oguri Hayashi made a hand signal to his subordinates.
His subordinates understood instantly.
In an instant, four figures charged forward...
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