"How's the paving going?"
Shu Shiraishi's voice traveled several meters and struck the wooden partition.
The Yamanaka Fūshin heard the question.
He raised his hands and used them to lift the heavy metal headphones on his head.
His neck was stiff. He pulled it upwards.
A few strands of hair got tangled in the earphone's foam and were ripped off.
Fūshin winced in pain, too preoccupied to rub his scalp.
He placed the metal earpiece on the wooden partition, which emitted a dull thud.
He used the wooden plank to support himself as he stood up.
My legs went numb from sitting for so long. My knees buckled and gave way.
Fūshin staggered half a step, her shoulder bumping against the partition door frame.
He ignored it and stumbled out.
The oversized gray vest was soaked through and clung tightly to the front and back.
" Lord Hokage!"
Fūshin's throat was dry and cracked. He coughed twice.
He hastily wiped the sweat from the corner of his eye with his sweat-stained sleeve.
His back was ramrod straight, and his chest heaved violently.
It's done.
Fūshin let out a heavy breath. His eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion.
"Relying on the Chakra base station array of the Big Brother mobile phone."
" The Yamanaka Clan's Mind Body Switch Technique have all come into play."
He clenched his fists and pressed them against the seams of his trousers.
"Now, we have taken over the full-band radar."
Shu Shiraishi leaned back in his leather chair.
He was still clutching the black brick terminal in his right hand.
He rubbed his thumb against the rough manganese steel casing twice.
"Explain in detail."
Fūshin took two steps forward.
The rubber-soled shoes made a soft, rustling sound as they rubbed against the carpet.
"Back in the day, when we were doing intelligence work," Fūshin's Adam's apple bobbed, "We had to send our Anbu into other people's territory to gather intelligence."
"Stealth, disguise, extract information."
"If we're discovered carelessly, nine out of ten will die. We won't even be able to get our bodies back."
He grabbed an empty teacup from the table next to him; his hand was trembling slightly.
The teacup made a soft, clinking sound as it tapped on the table.
"Not anymore."
Fūshin put down her teacup, leaving a ring of water stains at the bottom.
"One hundred and twenty people from the Yamanaka tribe, working in three shifts, are all huddled together in the underground control room on the west side of the village."
Fūshin closed his eyes briefly, as if recalling that scene.
"A receiver was pinned to his head, and he was chewing on Military Rations Pill."
"Each person has two vials of highly concentrated blood-replenishing medication in front of them."
" Mind Body Switch Technique in full swing. Brain overload and overheating, blood gushing from nostrils. Wipe it dry and keep listening."
He opened his eyes and looked at Shu Shiraishi.
"But that's a million times better than being blown to pieces by Explosive Tag on the front lines."
" The Yamanaka Clan are now human radars. They are living, super eavesdropping devices."
Shu Shiraishi threw the black brick on the table.
The manganese steel struck the mahogany with a crisp sound.
How loud can you hear it?
Fūshin gestured with both hands in front of his chest.
"The villages throughout the Shinobi World are still using old-fashioned Chakra beacons to transmit messages."
"Encrypted using scrolls, triggered by Chakra fluctuations."
He grinned, revealing his cracked gums.
"That thing is in our base station network, it's as bright as a torch in the dark."
Fūshin stepped forward and placed his hands on the edge of the desk.
A fingernail scraped a few tiny shavings off the wood grain.
" Lord Orochimaru's modified amplifier is amazing!"
"Once the Chakra band is connected, directly reverse-decode it."
"As long as they dare to send a signal, the base station can pinpoint it relentlessly. Once the frequency is identified, we can even hear them breathing."
Shu Shiraishi picked up the teacup from the corner of the table.
The water was ice cold. He took a sip, and water droplets clung to his chin.
He wiped it off with the back of his hand.
Fūshin became more and more excited as he spoke.
"Just two hours ago, Chiyo from Sunagakure insulted you in her office."
Fūshin's eyes widened.
She smashed three teacups and called you a mad dog.
"Her exact words: We even counted the number of times she tapped her cane on the floor tiles. Thirty-seven times."
The teacup in Shu Shiraishi's hand stopped in mid-air.
He held the jar without making a sound.
"And in the waters near the East China Sea, seventy-four remnants of the Kirigakure tribe are huddled on a deserted island."
The Fūshin forecasts are extremely accurate.
"The leader's name is Karatachi Yagura. He hid in the woods last night and cried. He cried all night."
This is equivalent to opening up the entire map view.
The four major ninja villages painstakingly concealed their military movements and high-level orders.
Being in front of Konoha's surveillance network is no different than running naked in the street.
Her underwear was completely exposed.
Fūshin pointed to his head, his fingertip touching his temple.
"It's not just communications, Lord Shu."
He swallowed hard, making a gulping sound.
"Mood."
Shu Shiraishi put down the teacup. The porcelain bottom made a dull thud.
"Continue."
"The base station's power is on maximum. The network is too dense."
Fūshin pressed hard on his temples with his fingers, until his skin turned white.
"As long as the emotions fluctuate even slightly—fear, anger, murderous intent."
" The Chakra will then experience a slight disturbance."
He placed his hands on the table and leaned forward.
"Last night, at midnight, at a border post on the Land of Earth."
"A Iwagakure Chunin half a month's pay withheld by his captain. He then harbored murderous intent towards him."
"Even from over a thousand kilometers away, that chilling killing intent directly struck my people's radar."
Fūshin was panting heavily.
"He drew the knife at 3 a. m. and slit the captain's throat at 3:05 a. m."
"Even the hissing sound of blood splattering on the wall was clearly audible to the clansmen responsible for monitoring."
The office fell silent.
The only sound was the occasional roar of machinery outside the window.
Shu Shiraishi leaned back in his chair.
Place your hands, crossed, on your abdomen.
No spies. No casualties. Sitting in the Hokage Building, holding the pulse of the entire Shinobi World in his hands.
Every conspiracy, no matter where it may be, has already had its intelligence reports printed out in Konoha before it can even be carried out.
This is a case of dimensional reduction attack.
"Good."
Shu Shiraishi uttered a single word.
"Double the funding for the Yamanaka Clan. Those who die in the machine room will receive the highest standard of war-killing compensation."
Fūshin's eyes reddened.
He bowed deeply, bending at a ninety-degree angle.
"Thank you, Lord Hokage!"
He straightened up, then suddenly remembered something.
" Lord Shu, please wait a moment."
Fūshin turned around and quickly ran back to the cramped wooden cubicle.
The slippers made a rapid pattering sound on the wooden floor.
He rummaged through the control panel.
A series of metallic clanging sounds rang out.
The Fūshin blew out a black telephone wire.
The coil is coiled and then stretched straight.
A black leather secondary earphone was attached to the end of the wire.
He took two steps back to his desk.
He held the pair of headphones in both hands and handed them to Shu Shiraishi.
My wrist is still trembling slightly.
" Lord Shu, please listen."
Fūshin's voice was low, tinged with a thieving excitement.
He moved the headphones forward a little.
Shu Shiraishi didn't move. His gaze was fixed on the black sponge mat.
"What is that?"
"Just now, when you were examining that iron brick..."
Fūshin's eyes appeared somewhat bulging due to bloodshot eyes.
"It was intercepted in the control room."
He took a deep breath, his lungs emitting a soft, labored sound.
" Tsuchikage Ōnoki."
"And the Raikage of Kumogakure."
Fūshin leaned closer.
"The two companies have just connected using their highest level of encrypted communication and are currently having a secret conversation on the encrypted frequency band."
The Sealing Jutsu designed to prevent eavesdropping were rendered useless in the face of the Chakra base station.
Shu Shiraishi loosened his crossed hands.
Sit up straight.
He reached out his right hand and took the leather earphones, still Fūshin.
The leather surface was slightly warm.
Shu Shiraishi remained silent.
He picked up the headphones and slowly separated the two sides.
lift.
Slowly put them on your ears.