Raise soldiers for a thousand days, deploy them for a single moment.
Raise a little brother for a thousand days, put him to work tonight.
The moonlight was enchanting.
Beneath the wind's low murmur, Junlin was scooping out sewage.
In a remote stretch of wilderness, countless Junlins crowded onto a patch of open ground.
Silver Moon had brought the tools along, leaving Junlin wondering whether his Older Brother regularly engaged in this sort of shady business.
He claimed he had never spent a single day properly studying at the Ninja Academy and had never formally learned any ninjutsu, yet he was most familiar with using Storage Scrolls.
Ninjutsu, taijutsu, sealing jutsu-he knew none of them.
Pickpocketing, sneaking, and lock-picking, however, were all his specialties.
Every septic tank manhole cover in the Land of Fire had been meticulously sealed with the Uzumaki Clan's sealing jutsu.
Natural gas was dangerous, after all. No amount of caution was excessive.
Yet Junlin watched his "useless" Older Brother swiftly undo the seal on the manhole cover and pick the lock...
Junlin was stunned.
And to maintain his image as the best child who loved his family most, Junlin could only grit his teeth and agree to his two Older Brothers' "request."
Only today did Junlin truly understand the emotional blackmail his mother so often spoke of.
For the first time, he had been emotionally blackmailed.
Continuous lighting: do it himself.
Continuous digging: do it himself.
Continuous Water Release: do it himself.
Continuous Wind Release: do it himself.
Although his shadow clones were doing the work, Junlin knew all too well that once he released the jutsu, every clone's memories of the stench and filth would come flooding back.
Things went exactly as Junlin had expected.
The stench and filth left Junlin no room to