When Bieshu Feifan returned to his tent, Shimura Daio's snoring could be heard from inside.
At this point, the sky was already growing slightly bright, and Bieshu Feifan flopped down and went straight to sleep.
Just as he closed his eyes,
"Get up."
A rough roar woke Bieshu Feifan up.
Shimura Daio also crawled up.
Going outside to look, the sky was just dawning.
Bieshu Feifan only felt dizzy and his head pounding; this was sleeping for less than half an hour.
Yesterday he fought all day, and last night he was used as free labor toiling for most of the late hours.
At this moment Bieshu Feifan only felt all over uncomfortable and desperately wanted to sleep.
"All over here, I am your squad leader Chunin."
Following a somewhat coarse voice, Bieshu Feifan frowned.
This voice seemed somewhat familiar.
Then Bieshu Feifan forced himself to gather his energy, opened his eyes to look.
The one disturbing his peaceful dream was impressively that coward from yesterday who only knew how to hide behind the Genin,
Takaichi Wanmi.
Shimura Daio, who had long since discovered the other's identity, remained silent without uttering a word, his face even darker than Bieshu Feifan's.
"Now the three of you are my subordinates. Also, call me Lord Takaichi from now on."
At this moment Bieshu Feifan, whose energy had recovered a bit, noticed that beside Takaichi Wanmi, there was also a tall, thin fellow.
Judging by his age, he was about the same as Shimura Daio, only much more slender.
Following the end of Takaichi Wanmi's words, that tall, thin fellow introduced himself:
"I am Wenshu, please advise me."
"Bieshu Feifan."
Although Bieshu Feifan didn't want to speak, he still introduced himself out of politeness.
As for Shimura Daio, because the squad leader was such a piece of work as Takaichi Wanmi, his mood right now was quite bad and he didn't speak.
Takaichi Wanmi didn't care about this either, and looking at the dispirited Bieshu Feifan, anger instantly surged up and he roared harshly:
"That Genin, pull yourself together. Do I need to carry your bones for you to stand up straight?"
Bieshu Feifan was startled for a moment, and hurriedly stood straight as a ramrod.
Takaichi Wanmi nodded, and then said while turning back:
"Now, come patrol with me."
Looking at Takaichi Wanmi leaving, Bieshu Feifan only felt his future was gloomy and his life a blank blur.
From beginning to end, Shimura Daio kept a dark face, silently following behind Takaichi Wanmi without uttering a single word.
Instead, that Wenshu was fairly normal, and leaning close to Bieshu Feifan's ear, he asked in a low voice:
"Genin Bieshu, what is the name of our other companion? He looks a bit aloof."
Bieshu Feifan didn't yet know what kind of character this Wenshu had, nor did he intend to say too much.
"He is a veteran Genin, a kinsman of the Hokage Advisor."
A kinsman of the Hokage Advisor?
And furthermore a veteran Genin?
For a moment Wenshu didn't know how to face Shimura Daio, whether to be more respectful or more casual.
After being silent for a while, Wenshu smiled and said:
"So it's Genin Shimura, I understand."
Takaichi Wanmi led the three Genin on patrol, and at first his behavior could still be considered normal.
But once they were some distance away from the camp, he stopped and beckoned Bieshu Feifan and the others over.
"You three, go scout the path ahead. I'll provide rear-guard support."
As soon as these words were spoken, Bieshu Feifan and Shimura Daio instantly grew even more silent.
At the thought of Takaichi Wanmi's cowardly and fear-of-death appearance, anger welled up in the hearts of both of them.
Instead, Wenshu seemed already accustomed to this, and answered:
"Understood, Lord Takaichi."
However, angry as Bieshu Feifan was, he still didn't dare to disobey the orders of a true Chunin.
Otherwise, he feared that before the enemy even arrived, he would be wiped out by the other party.
Once the three of Bieshu Feifan had walked far away, Takaichi Wanmi leisurely followed behind, maintaining a safe distance.
In the Land of Rain battlefield at this time, patrol squads from other villages were everywhere, and there was a possibility of running into danger at any moment.
In his heart, Bieshu Feifan spat towards Takaichi Wanmi, then silently activated his Byakugan.
Following the picking up of scraps last night, the moment Bieshu Feifan opened his eyes, a radius of over a thousand meters of vision was instantly brought into full view.
"Powerful."
Bieshu Feifan secretly sighed in admiration; his observation range had increased by almost a half.
And this was just the pupil power of two Byakugan; if he dug out the entire Hyuga Clan, Bieshu Feifan got excited just thinking about it.
It seemed that once his strength improved in the future, he would also have to arrange a clan-annihilation night for the Hyuga Clan to play with.
After confirming that the path ahead was safe, Bieshu Feifan simply stopped, chopped down a spear shaft, tied a kunai to it, and got himself a long spear.
Seeing Bieshu Feifan's actions, Shimura Daio quickly followed suit, searching everywhere for straight branches.
Seeing the two people's operation without understanding it at all, Wenshu sidled up to Bieshu Feifan.
"Genin Bieshu, what are you two doing?"
"Spears. An inch of length is an inch of strength; when strength is lacking, attack range must make up for it."
Bieshu Feifan said while shaving the bumps on the spear shaft smooth.
Bieshu Feifan didn't suggest that Wenshu do the same, because he wasn't clear on the other's strength, and their relationship was also very ordinary.
At this moment Takaichi Wanmi, following far behind the three of them, felt dissatisfaction immediately crawl all over his flesh-padded face upon seeing the actions of Bieshu Feifan and Shimura Daio.
However, seeing that the three of them quickly hit the road again, he didn't raise a fuss.
Today's patrol went smoothly without encountering enemies, but it also made Bieshu Feifan's seven-year-old body nearly unable to take it.
He hadn't rested well to begin with, and then he was put through the ringer by someone.
Shimura Daio and Wenshu fared much better, at least both of them were already adults.
Bieshu Feifan wasn't like those geniuses who had enough chakra to sustain them as a Shinobi.
Take Kakashi for example, who at six years old was already hacking people to become a Chunin.
However, how old was the current Kakashi?
Bieshu Feifan thought about it; it seemed he was only four years old.
Then it was fine; right now he might even be stronger than Kakashi, and his future was promising.
Just as Bieshu Feifan had eaten a piece of dry bread and intended to fall asleep,
suddenly, Takaichi Wanmi of his own accord pulled open the tent flap.
He was a Chunin and didn't sleep together with cannon fodder like Bieshu Feifan.
"You three, come out and work."
Hearing that there was trouble again, Bieshu Feifan's face instantly turned dark; it was definitely another unpaid-labor kind of thing.
Sure enough, Takaichi Wanmi led the three of Bieshu Feifan before a Jōnin.
That Jōnin saw Takaichi Wanmi and immediately smiled.
"Chunin Takaichi, you certainly are proactive."
Takaichi Wanmi slightly bowed, revealing a fawning smile.
"Jonin Sarutobi, this is only my duty. As Konoha Ninja, naturally we are moved wherever there is a need."
"Hahahaha."
The Jōnin surnamed Sarutobi was very happy and patted Takaichi Wanmi on the shoulder.
"Your merits are sufficient by now, you've killed quite a few enemies during this period. When we return to the village to recuperate, the ninjutsu you requested can be exchanged, hahaha."
"Many thanks, Lord Jonin Sarutobi."
After profusely thanking this Sarutobi for a while, Takaichi Wanmi suddenly turned back, looked at the three Bieshu Feifans, and resumed his stern appearance.
"You lot, obey the arrangements of Jonin Sarutobi tonight."
Having spoken, Takaichi Wanmi took his leave of that Jonin Sarutobi and went back to rest.
Once Takaichi Wanmi left, Jonin Sarutobi looked towards the three Bieshu Feifans, shook his head, and muttered:
“Pity the Hyūga's Byakugan aren't enough to go around, I'll just have to make do, sigh.”
After finishing his mutter, Jonin Sarutobi fished out a stack of Explosive Tags and handed them to the three Bieshu Feifans.
"Follow me to the front, just set these Explosive Tags up and you can head back."
Facing a somewhat dangerous mission, the three Bieshu Feifans silently took the Explosive Tags. Sh-
-ortly counting them, there were at least a hundred and fifty sheets.
Bieshu Feifan silently cursed them as loaded fat cats.
He couldn't even afford shuriken and kunai, while Sarutobi's people could instantly pull out a huge stack of even more expensive Explosive Tags.
Having finally placed the Explosive Tags, the three Bieshu Feifans had just left Jōnin Sarutobi when they immediately ran into another Jōnin, a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance.
"You three, come over to transport the wounded."
The squad belonging to this Jōnin had run into enemies during the daytime and suffered heavy casualties; he was responsible for arranging personnel to transport the wounded who couldn't be saved back to the rear, and conveniently caught the three Bieshu Feifans.
Next, Bieshu Feifan was responsible for pulling a cart of groaning wounded, once again engaging in the labor of an ox or a horse.
At this time, Bieshu Feifan was tired, very tired.
And very angry.
Then, right as the transport convoy was halfway along its route, they were ambushed.
At the front of the squad, the moment the Explosive Tags sounded,
Bieshu Feifan instantly tossed aside the transport cart behind him and rolled into the pile of wounded.
Then his hands reached out to grope toward the eyes of the various wounded.
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