Naruto: Assassinating Minato Namikaze at the Start

Chapter 11 Escort Mission

Konoha Village has entered a state of war, and this violent machine is running at high speed.

The training model of peacetime has been abandoned; there are no boring cat-and-dog catching tasks, and no time left for newcomers to grow.

At this point, newly recruited genin were thrown directly into the battlefield.

It's like putting a bunch of venomous insects into a clay pot; only the ultimate victor is entitled to enjoy peace.

Mo Jingxian's task was issued quickly, and he received the task assignment letter less than a week later.

In June, dawn breaks very early.

Just after 8 a.m., a large number of transport wagons gathered in front of the gate of Konoha Village, carrying supplies to the front lines.

By the time Mo Jingxian arrived, the team was already fully prepared and ready to depart.

"Captain Yamashiro, this is my mission assignment."

He found the team leader and handed him the letter of authorization.

After verifying that everything was correct, Shancheng Baiyun returned it to him.

"You are Mo Jingxian."

"Yes, Captain Yamashiro, what can I do for you?"

The mountain city clouds glanced at him meaningfully.

"It's nothing, you can go back to your unit now."

Mo Jingxian walked into the team and silently observed its composition.

One of the Jonin was Yamashiro Hakuun, who was also the captain of this mission.

One Chunin, plus four Genin, making a total of six ninja escorts.

A standard two-ninja combat squad.

The back of the horse-drawn carriages were covered with tarpaulins and lined up neatly in a row, carrying about twenty ordinary people.

He couldn't tell what supplies the carriage was carrying, but he could smell a faint scent of grass and trees in the air.

A procession of carriages and horses drove out of the gates of Konoha Village in an orderly fashion, following a fixed route, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

At 9:00 AM sharp, it was finally Mo Jingxian's turn to join the queue.

At the captain's command, the wheels slowly started moving, and the team set off.

Three hours passed quickly.

"Stay alert, the enemy could appear at any moment."

Captain Shancheng was at the front of the group; his voice carried from afar, yet every word could be clearly heard.

The Jonin led the way, the Chunin brought up the rear, and the four Genin split into two groups.

One group stood guard in the middle of the convoy, while the other two dispersed around the perimeter, maintaining a distance of about 100 meters from the convoy.

Two teams took turns providing escort.

In fact, the team did not go very far in three hours, covering less than 20 kilometers.

"Stop! Rest here for half an hour."

Upon receiving the order, the convoy stopped in an open area, and the accompanying personnel quickly ate some dry rations.

This was Mo Jingxian's first mission. The novelty of leaving the village was gradually wearing off, and the rest of the journey was unlikely to be too comfortable.

This is the typical daily life of a ninja, and most of the missions they receive are like this.

He quickly ate a few bites of dry rations, then used his talent to secretly gather a mouthful of water to swallow the bean curd cake that was making his throat choke.

The convoy set off again, and in the afternoon it was Mo Jingxian's group's turn to be on the outer perimeter.

Running and leaping among the trees in the forest, one after another, the big trees were left behind.

As soon as he left the village, Mo Jingxian used the Active Mist Ninjutsu, not wanting to be killed by a kunai that flew out from the shadows.

Although we've only been out of the village for a short time, it's always better to be safe than sorry.

The improved version of the Active Mist consumes less chakra and has a thinner mist that is easily overlooked unless you look closely.

The journey proceeded smoothly without encountering any danger, and the convoy arrived at the designated overnight location before dark.

The sun dipped below the horizon, and the last rays of sunset disappeared into the sky.

night.

The convoy formed a circle, with bonfires lit around the perimeter, the flickering flames casting dappled light on the faces of those around them.

"Immortal Lord, come and rest and have something to eat."

Mo Jingxian, returning from her night patrol, didn't rush to refuse the sudden invitation.

He walked a few steps to the fire and sat down on the ground.

He took the baked sesame seed cake handed to him by Shancheng Baiyun and ate it in big bites.

"I've heard Lord Minato mention you before; he praised your talent more than once."

I understand now. There's no such thing as love or hate without a reason; everything has its origin.

Mo Jingxian swallowed the baked flatbread in her mouth.

"Do you know Brother Watergate?"

"I followed Lord Minato for a period of time and was deeply impressed by his magnanimity. I hope to have the opportunity to fight alongside him again in the future."

When Shancheng Baiyun mentioned Shuimen, the admiration in his eyes seemed genuine.

"Yes, Brother Minato is indeed a very good person, and I admire him very much."

There's no need to spell things out too clearly; sometimes, just hinting is enough.

Baiyun from the mountain city made a gesture as if to get up.

"Take your time eating, I'll go do another round of inspections."

He patted his shoulder casually and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"If attacked by the enemy, remember not to stray too far from me."

Mo Jingxian gazed at the white clouds over the mountain city disappearing into the shadows of the woods and smiled silently.

Wherever there are people, there is a social circle; that's the benefit of joining a community.

The reason he was so certain that Shancheng Baiyun wasn't lying to him was because he hadn't yet gained any reputation points with the other party.

This behavior was entirely out of respect for Minato Namikaze.

For three consecutive days, the convoy traveled smoothly without encountering any unexpected incidents.

On this day, Mo Jingxian was moving forward with the group.

Suddenly, a warning signal was heard from the woods not far from the convoy.

The convoy stopped immediately, and Mo Jingxian drew her short sword and stood guard.

Immediately afterwards, there was a rustling sound in the tree canopy, and the ninjas responsible for patrolling the perimeter hurriedly returned.

"Enemy attack! A large number of bandits are on their way."

Konoha ninjas immediately went into combat mode, dividing into four groups to guard the convoy.

A few minutes later, a rustling sound came from the woods.

One after another, the robbers emerged from the woods.

These can hardly be called robbers; they're worse than refugees.

Although there were many people, nearly two hundred people arrived one after another.

But the weapons they carried were a motley collection, not a single decent piece of iron; they were just wooden sticks and stones.

They were disheveled and dirty, and most of them only used a few strips of cloth to cover their private parts.

The exposed skin resembled the cracked bark of an old tree, and the prominent bones seemed poised to tear the thin skin apart at any moment.

These are just a bunch of walking skeletons.

"Stop! Get out of here if you don't want to die!"

The threats had no effect; the crowd continued to gather.

Seeing this scene, Mo Jingxian didn't know how to describe it; it felt as if a stone was pressing down on his heart, making it hard to breathe.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Several kunai took the leader's life, but the crowd showed no sign of stopping.

The fear in these people's eyes had vanished, along with all other emotions; only numbness remained.

"Destroy them."

Once the captain gives an order, his subordinates have no choice but to obey unconditionally.

The blade sliced ​​through the neck, and the blood was red.

The head, detached from the neck, finally closed its eyes after the numbness subsided, leaving behind a moment of satisfaction.

Mo Jingxian never expected that her first battle would be like this.

There was little to no resistance; the enemy was harvested like wheat, one crop after another.

Perhaps for them, death is a kind of relief.

His sword remained unsheathed until the last enemy fell at his feet.

The team set off again, and the previously relaxed atmosphere was replaced by a grim atmosphere. A baptism of blood quickly shed the naivety of the newly recruited ninjas.

There is no preaching, nor is there right or wrong, only survival.

From this moment on, Mo Jingxian plunged headlong into the vast and complex world of ninjas.

Night fell again.

Hiding in the tree canopy, he could still see the flickering firelight not far away.

The life of a ninja was rather boring, consisting mainly of traveling and night watch, not as wonderful as I had imagined.

The active mist gradually spread outwards, occasionally providing him with some amusement.

A small bird appeared in my perception, and the mist gradually gathered around it, becoming thicker.

By the time the little bird realized the danger, it was too late; the mist transformed into a miniature water dragon and entangled it tightly.

The water dragon fixed it to the tree branch, and no matter how hard it struggled, it was to no avail.

Slowly, a very thin golden line appeared on the water dragon's body, and the binding force suddenly increased.

The unfortunate little bird opened its beak but couldn't make a sound.

Fortunately, the water dragon's strength suddenly decreased, allowing it to save its life.

wrong!

This shouldn't be the effect.

Mo Jingxian hid in the tree canopy, testing how to integrate the principles of sealing techniques into the Water Dragon Technique.

Since waking up in the hospital, he has been trying, but unfortunately he has not succeeded to this day.

"Diamond Lockdown" requires powerful Yang Release chakra to unleash, which he lacks.

But can it be simulated using chakra of other attributes?

Mo Jingxian had almost completely deciphered the principle behind this technique and was even able to simulate it using the water element, but all attempts failed.

What's the difference?

The birds on the distant branches were still firmly tied up, but he was completely clueless.

Analog, frequency, energy—comparing them one by one, my thoughts are like a blocked hole.

Just when he was at his wit's end,

A sudden realization dawned on my mind.

That's right, it's a symbol!

Language should have an order, and so should the symbols used to communicate with the world.

Different mediums are equivalent to different language environments.

I'm so stupid, why didn't I think of that sooner?

Taking advantage of a surge of inspiration, Mo Jingxian immediately began experimenting.

The little bird was unlucky.

One moment it's so tight you can't breathe, the next you're shivering from the cold.

Finally, it instinctively sensed that great terror was about to befall it, and struggled desperately in a final burst of energy.

The golden patterns on the little water dragon's body began to twist and intertwine, gradually revealing mysterious symbols.

An unknown rule descended, and the bird lost its struggle; it was still alive, but had lost control of its body.

As a rune was fully formed, the water dragon's body suddenly collapsed.

The bird, now free, seized the opportunity to soar into the sky, far away from this hellish place.

Mo Jingxian stretched out his palm, and a water dragon appeared in his palm.

Then, the water dragon transformed into mist and reappeared in the distance.

The Water Dragon Technique, incorporating the principles of sealing techniques, has been successfully integrated initially. With each test, it becomes increasingly easy to use.

A water dragon as thick as an arm emerged from its back, seemingly alive, and raised its head to face the moon.

Then the second, the third...

In one breath, he summoned eight water dragons.

This corresponds perfectly to the Vajra Sealing Technique.

Behind Mo Jingxian, a water dragon surged, as if it had suddenly gained eight arms.

This novel experience aroused his playful spirit, and he controlled the dragon to climb among the branches.

Within the range of the active mist, all the information rushed into his brain at once, almost causing him to fall headfirst.

They've gone too far.

He quickly withdrew the spell, thus severing most of his connection with the active mist.

He was so excited he could hardly contain himself; if the circumstances allowed, he would have loved to laugh out loud.

Tonight, a new ninjutsu...

—Born in his hands!