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Naruto extracted so information from the Chunin through forceful questioning, then clapped his hands and ordered the reincarnated Jonin to torture the Chunin over and over again.
Each ti, the Chunin hovered on the brink of death but was fully healed. After every session of torture, Naruto would ask a random question. If the Chunin’s answer differed from what he previously said, the torture resud.
In this Jashin’s Altar, ti passed much more slowly than in the real world. So Naruto interrogated and tortured the Chunin over and over until there were no more lies left in him.
In a sense, the Chunin wasn't entirely unlucky. He got to keep his life and even received harsh combat training, albeit being completely crushed each ti.
The most important thing is that, he didn't lose anything and saved his life, which is more important than anything else.
As a price, he is now replaced.
Naruto used Transformation Technique to transform into the appearance of the Chunin. The Chunin was about the sa height as Naruto, and the difference was basically negligible. Naruto wandered around, and after making sure it was safe, he headed straight for Konoha.
He went through the proper procedures and smoothly entered the gates.
Silently following the information he had gathered, he first reported the mission. The boy's na was Kitahiko, a civilian Shinobi. After his team completed the mission, they were ambushed and he was the only one who escaped.
"Are they all dead?" The chubby man at the mission managent office glanced at the blood on Naruto's body, then looked down at the blood-stained mission scroll, "Kitahiko, right? Go register over there."
"Oh, okay." Naruto glanced around, noting that it was much like he rembered the second floor of the Hokage Tower.
The room was gourd-shaped, with large floor-to-ceiling windows behind the official, flooding the room with light. Naruto could even see the official's indifferent expression clearly, with his face wrinkled with disdain.
During these tis, death had beco all too common. Konoha was at war with several Great Shinobi Villages, and the fighting was relentless, with neither side willing to back down.
"Team B13, one survivor, transferred to Team C17." The chubby official said arrogantly, not even sparing Naruto a glance. After all, Kitahiko was just a civilian Shinobi.
He doesn't have enough talent, nor does he have a good family background. He can't be Minato, nor can he be favored by a Jonin. His only purpose was to struggle through missions with little value.
The status of civilian Shinobi is not high. During peaceti, becoming a Chunin had so prestige, but this wasn't peaceti. Though it wasn't full-scale war, it was still a tense and dangerous period.
Konoha has been in constant conflict with the two Great Shinobi Villages, Sunagakure and Iwagakure, and recently, even Kumogakure also intervened. It was an all-out brawl, and Kirigakure had also gotten involved.
The Five Great Shinobi Villages were constantly at odds, and tensions were running high. If they don't pay attention, a war between the Great Shinobi Villages may break out at any ti. Once a war breaks out, the Five Great Shinobi Villages will inevitably participate in the war.
But for now, there was no imminent danger of war. It could be said that Kitahiko was just unlucky, ambushed by so stealthy Shinobi from Kusagakure.
The Shinobi of Kusagakure grew up in a barbaric way. There were almost no decent Ninjutsu in the village, so they could only steal Ninjutsu from others, much like scavengers.
It is obvious that Kusagakure does not get along with anyone, but if any of the Great Shinobi Village made a move against them, Kusagakure will definitely be the first to surrender.
However, these matters between the great powers have nothing to do with Naruto for the ti being. He was working under a false identity and ca here to gather information, so he had to find a way to sneak into the dical Departnt.
However, since he didn't know dical Ninjutsu, he had been reassigned from the now-defunct Team B13 to Team C17. There was no ti to change things, and this was not sothing he could decide.
Naruto can only settle for the second best and find a compromise.
The mont he walked out of the Hokage Tower, the sunlight slashed down like a blade. Standing in the shadow, Naruto squinted his eyes. Since joining the dical corps wasn't an option, his new plan was to seduce a female dical-nin as an inside contact.
Naruto felt no burden about this. This was not a peaceful ti, and no trace of his presence would be left behind. When the ti ca, he would just leave, and not even a drop of his sweat would remain.
For now, he is the young Chunin, Kitahiko, so if karma was to be deducted, then so be it, as it would be deducted from Kitahiko, not him!
With this thought, Naruto felt a sense of relief, ‘Only heaven, earth, and myself would know.’
‘Ti travel sure is fun!’
After a brief pause on the street, Naruto found himself unsure of the roads. After hesitating for a while, he tentatively made his way down an alley.
After taking the wrong turns several tis, Naruto finally arrived at Kitahiko's ho. It was called a ho, but it was just a small storage room. It was dark, damp and impoverished.
Fortunately, Kitahiko was an orphan, so Naruto didn't have to worry about his family mbers noticing anything strange. This saves him so worries, allowing him to have a good rest.
Naruto didn't mind the conditions. He heated so water, took a bath, and went to sleep.
As a Shinobi, there is nothing he cannot endure. He could live in luxury, but he could also tolerate a dark and damp little room like this.
After sleeping soundly, Naruto woke up naturally and took a mont to sort out the situation.
He was now a civilian Shinobi nad Kitahiko, and was transferred to Team C17. It was very common for civilian Shinobi like him to narrowly escape death and then be reassigned to another temporary team.
Those who survived would band together and gradually beco new comrades.
At this thought, Naruto glanced at the slightly worn green vest hanging on the wall. He could vaguely see a little bit of bloodstains and couldn't help but spat in disgust.
"Damn Will of Fire, is that old man Sandai really that stingy? Can't he even issue new clothes?"
In reality, Sandai Hokage, Hiruzen, was likely unaware of these trivial matters. The village was besieged by both internal and external threats, so his attention was always on the big picture, balancing the forces inside and outside the village.
Day in and day out, if he wasn't smoking his pipe, he was sitting at his desk, reviewing the docunts handed in by his subordinates. The old man wasn't senile yet, and is still in his pri. He’s as sharp as a wolf, and keen as a hawk.
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