Land of Waterfalls, underground experimental base.
Late at night, White Zetsu, who was responsible for communications in various parts of the base, suddenly emerged from the ground as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They held emergency notices rolled into small rolls in their hands and spread them in all directions like the wind.
"Shasha... an emergency gathering notice. All personnel are required to return to the base within three days. If you don't wait after the deadline, your performance will be deducted - ah no, your combat merit will be deducted."
The wording of this notice, as always, carries Senju Chen's own "serious yet humorous" style. The first reaction of all the ninjas in the base who received the news was almost the same sentence -
"What kind of work is this?"
Land of Rain Border
Zabuza Momochi was taking Yukimura Ryota (Snow) on a routine intelligence collection mission by a river. Suddenly, a bag bulged out from the soil beside his feet. A White Zetsu hand reached out from the ground, handed over a scroll, and then retracted into the ground. The movements were done in one go, as if they were performing "instant takeout delivery."
Yukimura Ryota opened the scroll, glanced at it, frowned at first, and then opened his eyes wider and wider.
"Sir Zabuza." His voice had an imperceptible tremor.
"What's wrong, Xue?" Zabuza Momochi was holding a barbecue skewer in his mouth. Hearing this, he came over to take a look, and the skewer fell directly from his mouth, "This, this is..."
"Lord Chen said, let us return to the base within three days." Yukimura Ryota's fingers tightened slightly, and wrinkles appeared on the edge of the scroll Kakuzu, "We have a big mission."
"What is the big task? Didn't you write it down clearly?" Zabuza Momochi picked up the meat skewers on the ground, blew on the ashes, and stuffed it back into his mouth as if nothing had happened.
A small town tavern somewhere where bounty hunters gather.
Kisame Hoshigaki was carrying Samehada, sitting in the corner of the tavern, chewing a whole grilled fish. Across the table, Rin Nohara was quietly drinking a bowl of hot soup, and from time to time he raised his eyes to look at Kisame's shark face, which was all shiny after eating.
"Shasha... Same-sama, Lin-sama, the scroll has arrived." A voice of White Zetsu came from the food box under Kisame's saddle, startling both of them.
"What the hell do you mean by popping out of my lunch box?!" Kisame almost spit out the fish bones.
"Shasha... convenient." White Zetsu confidently handed out the scroll and got back in, as if he was just passing by.
Kisame cursed and opened the scroll. After reading it, his fierce little eyes instantly burst with unprecedented brilliance.
"Lin, we have to go back!"
"Where are you going?" Rin Nohara tilted his head, looking innocent, as if he didn't understand the point at all.
"Base! Lord Chen has a big mission!" Kisame threw the fish bones away and stood up, with all the fighting desire in his body overflowing.
Rin Nohara paused for a moment, then smiled, "Then we have to go back quickly, Senior Shark. I brought you freshly made dried fish on the way. Eat it while you're walking."
"... This shouldn't be the focus of your concern now, right?" Kisame couldn't laugh or cry, but he still took the dried fish obediently.
As expected, there was nothing he could do to resist this girl's tenderness.
Damn white-haired boy...
A training room in the base.
Chōjūrō was bandaging Mei Terumi's wounds that were bruised during training. Mei Terumi sat there honestly, not wanting to say a word, because Chōjūrō was too nagging.
"Miss, the instructor said that training should be a combination of work and rest. You are working too hard like this."
"The instructor also said that working too hard will drain your potential in the future."
"The instructor said..."
At this time, Mei Terumi on the side was listening to Chōjūrō's nagging, and the word "Well" appeared on his forehead!
"Master Mei Terumi, Master Chōjūrō!" A White Zetsu suddenly appeared in front of them and handed over the scroll.
Mei Terumi opened the scroll and read it, a rare cold light flashed through the clear eyes on his face.
"Chōjūrō." She interrupted Chōjūrō, who was nagging at the side, with firmness in her tone, "Lord Chen said there is a big task."
"Yes." Chōjūrō nodded, but the bandaging action on his hands did not stop at all, and he even became more serious, "So, these wounds of yours must be bandaged perfectly. The instructor said, otherwise they will become infected."
"... Can you please loosen it a little? I feel like my arm is going to be mummified by you."
"The instructor said..."
Somewhere beside the eerie Jashin altar
Hidan was enjoying the ultimate pleasure of self-injury in the triangle pattern he had carved. Kimimaro sat aside expressionlessly, with his hands in the bone whip, as if he was used to this weird daily routine.
"Shasha... Master Hidan, Master Kimimaro, base scroll." A White Zetsu emerged directly from the triangle pattern of Hidan.
"Don't interrupt me, I haven't had enough fun yet..." Hidan rolled his eyes, took the scroll impatiently, opened it and took a look.
The next second, the sickle still in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
"Bone!" Hidan grinned, with fanaticism written all over the skull's face, "Lord Chen asked us to go back, saying we have a big mission!"
Kimimaro After reading the scroll, he just said "oh" lightly, then stood up unhurriedly and put the bone whip back into his body.
"Let's go." He said concisely, "If you go back late, I'm afraid someone else will take over the mission."
"Yes, yes, in crowded places, you have to rush to register!" Hidan picked up his three-edged sickle, put it on his shoulder, and ran towards the base excitedly, muttering as he ran, "If I had known better, I wouldn't have wasted time in this damn place. It's all your fault for dragging me to do a 'blessing ceremony'..."
"That's why you dragged me here." Kimimaro corrected expressionlessly.
The three days were like a silent torrent. The ninjas scattered all over the base and performing various tasks put down their work one after another and hurried on the starry night, gathering from all corners of Shinobi World back to the underground experimental base of Land of Waterfalls.
At noon on the third day, in the base's largest underground square, more than two to three hundred ninjas of various shapes and auras lined up neatly.
To be honest, this scene is scarier than Konoha or any other major military parade. Because if you randomly pull a group of Shinobi World out from here, they are all top-notch combat forces that can turn a small country into chaos in an instant.
Senju Chen stood on the temporary high platform with his hands behind his hands, looking down at the "monsters" in the field, and he couldn't help but sigh a little in his heart.
Good guy, this scene is more spectacular than the Public Security Department conference I held at Konoha. Looking at these people underground, why do I suddenly feel like I am the villain!