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Chapter 67 The Ultimate Value Package

The border of the Land of Fire, in the Misty Forest.

The thick white fog was like a damp wall, swallowing everything in the world.

This is the only road connecting the Land of Fire and the Land of Water, and it is also a place that merchants and travelers fear to the core.

A convoy bearing the "Peace" flag certified by the Konoha Police Department is making its way forward with difficulty.

Inside the carriage, Boss Tanaka clutched a string of beads in his hand, his knuckles white from excessive force.

He kept lifting the curtain to look outside, and the deathly whiteness made him feel suffocated.

"Boss, I can't see the road ahead..." The driver's voice trembled, and his whip slipped.

"Shut up! With the lords of Konoha here, what are you afraid of!" Although Boss Tanaka was stubborn, his legs, which were shaking like a sieve, betrayed him.

This business deal involved a special mineral monopoly on the border between the two countries. His nemesis had already made a threat and hired assassins from Kirigakure.

"Stay put, Mr. Tanaka."

A cold, somewhat impatient voice came from the roof of the car.

The Eighth Hokage of Uchiha sat there cross-legged, his dark blue police uniform spotless, the clan crest of his fan-shaped hat faintly visible in the mist.

He didn't even open his eyes, his arms crossed over his chest, and his aura of keeping strangers at bay made the surrounding fog seem to thin out a bit.

"Once you buy our package, even if death comes, you'll have to show your pass first."

"Hmph, the Uchiha clan still loves to put on airs."

On the left side of the convoy, a Chunin from the Hyuga branch family activated his Byakugan, veins bulging around his temples, making him appear ferocious and focused.

Although he complained, his body betrayed him as he stood guard on the left side of the carriage, constantly on alert.

"Tokuma, say no more."

At the rear of the convoy, the burly Akimichi Tou was stuffing the last potato chip into his mouth, patting the crumbs off his hands, but his eyes were unusually clear.

"There's a salty, fishy smell in this mist; our friends from the Land of Water have arrived."

"I know," Hyuga Chunin named Tokuma scoffed.

Despite their verbal differences, as Konoha ninjas, they maintained a strict hierarchy during missions.

As the captain of this mission, Uchiha Hachimoku had absolute command authority.

Just then, Uchiha Hachimoku suddenly opened his eyes.

In that instant, his dark pupils turned crimson, and the three tomoe spun wildly, radiating a chilling power.

"They've arrived." Uchiha Yatsuho's voice was as cold as iron.

"position!"

"Two at three o'clock, three at nine o'clock," Hyuga Tokuma quickly reported, his tone now devoid of the previous nitpicking, only professional. "Two Jonin-level chakra reactions, three Chunin; they're an elite assassination squad from Kirigakure."

"Akidodo East, protect the carriage, activate the Multiplication Technique for defense."

The Eighth Hokage of Uchiha swiftly issued the order without any further words.

"Hyuga Tokuma, you're in charge of holding off those three Chunin on the left and preventing them from getting close. As for those two Jonin..."

Yashiro slowly rose from the roof of the car, drew the short sword from his back, and a bloodthirsty smirk curled at the corner of his mouth:

"It's mine."

"learn!"

Akimichi-do Higashi and Hinata Tokuma responded in unison.

Even if they usually disliked the arrogance of the Uchiha clan, at this moment, they had to admit that this man's strength was trustworthy.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Dozens of kunai, each equipped with an explosive tag, shot silently out of the thick fog and headed straight for the carriage.

"Partial Multiplication Technique!"

Akimichi Tou shouted, and his hands instantly expanded into huge fleshy shields, like two door panels blocking the carriage.

"Jingle bells!"

The kunai struck the hardened skin, sparks flying, but failed to damage the carriage in the slightest.

"That fat guy from Konoha has pretty thick skin."

Thick fog billowed, and five figures appeared like ghosts. Leading them were two Jonin wearing Kirigakure ANBU vests, one wielding a long sword and the other a huge shuriken.

"Uchiha? Hyuga? And Akimichi?" The Kirigakure Jonin grinned maliciously. "That's quite a lineup. Looks like this fat sheep is worth a lot."

"Be careful not to hurt the eyes of the Uchiha and Hyuga clansmen."

"Attack! Finish this quickly!"

At a command, three Kirigakure Chunin instantly rushed to the flank.

"Gentle Fist Technique - Bagua Empty Palm!"

Hyuga Tokuma was already poised to strike. He thrust out both palms, and a visible chakra shockwave sent a Chunin at the forefront flying.

"Don't underestimate the Hyuga clan, you bastards!" Tokuma flashed forward and took the initiative to meet the other two. His Byakugan's insightful ability allowed him to move freely in the mist.

The actual battlefield is even more dangerous.

"Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet!"

Two Kirigakure Jonin simultaneously formed hand seals, and two enormous water dragons roared as they charged toward the Eighth Generation who was standing on the roof of the car.

"Hmph, this technique is indeed quite powerful in such a humid environment."

Yashiro snorted coldly and advanced instead of retreating.

"But against the Sharingan, your hand seals are too slow."

He rapidly formed hand seals, his chest bulged high, and his chakra was frantically compressed in his throat.

"Fire Release: Great Dragon Fire Technique!"

Several enormous fire dragons roared out. Unlike ordinary fireballs, these were more concentrated and hotter flames after being instructed by Fugaku.

"Zzzzzzz—!!!"

When water and fire collide, a huge cloud of high-temperature steam erupts instantly.

The entire area instantly transformed into a sauna.

"Now, the silent killing technique."

The two Kirigakure Jonin disappeared under the cover of steam.

The next second, a cold light appeared silently behind Yashiro, aiming straight for the back of his neck.

"Die, arrogant Uchiha."

However, Yashiro didn't even turn his head.

Just as the blade was about to touch his skin, he turned around instantly and slashed the short knife backward with a sharp motion.

"when!"

The clang of metal rang out.

"How is this possible?! In such thick fog..." The Kirigakure Jonin was shocked.

Yashiro slowly turned his head, the scarlet three-tomoe jade pendant looking particularly eerie in the steam.

"In those eyes, the flow of your chakra is as dazzling as a torch in the night."

"Uchiha Style: Sword Leap Flame!"

Flames instantly erupted from Yatsushiro's short sword as he slashed down.

"what!"

The Hidden Mist Jonin screamed as a deep, bone-revealing scorch wound appeared on his chest, sending him flying backward.

Seeing this, another Kirigakure Jonin attempted to launch a sneak attack on Akimichi Tou.

"Your opponent is me!"

Yatsushiro pulled the wire in his hand sharply.

The shuriken that were originally scattered around suddenly sprang up, blocking all of the Jonin's escape routes.

"Shukaku (shuriken) techniques?!"

The Jonin could only hastily return to defend.

But Yashiro's figure had already appeared in front of him as if by teleportation.

"Too slow."

A powerful punch, imbued with lightning chakra, slammed into the opponent's abdomen.

"Bang!"

The Jonin crashed into the woods like a kite with a broken string, and then disappeared without a trace.

The entire match lasted only ten minutes.

Two Jonin were seriously injured and unconscious, and three Chunin were also subdued by Hyuga Tokuma and Akimichi Touto.

"call……"

Yashiro sheathed his sword, his police uniform completely free of mud.

He glanced coldly at the Kirigakure ninja bound like a dumpling, then turned to his two teammates: "Clean up the battlefield, leave no trace."

"Tch, you've stolen all the limelight." Hyuga Tokuma complained, but his hands moved swiftly. "However, the captain's strength is undeniable."

Akimichi Tou chuckled and pulled out a bag of potato chips: "As expected of the eighth generation senior, this trip was really easy."

The crisis is over.

Inside the carriage, Boss Tanaka cautiously poked his head out, looking at the mess on the ground and those figures that resembled war gods, his whole body trembling with excitement.

"That's...that's amazing! We're saved!"

Yashiro frowned and took a deep breath.

Next came the part he hated the most and found the most difficult.

He remembered Nishikawa Tetsu's instructions before he left, and that damned "Civilized Law Enforcement Standards".

The Eighth Generation walked stiffly to the carriage, forcibly suppressing the arrogance ingrained in the Uchiha clan.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, his facial muscles twitching slightly, revealing a standard but menacing "professional smile."

"Hello, Mr. Tanaka."

Yashiro's voice was stiff and unyielding, as if he were reciting a eulogy: "This security mission... has been successfully completed. Thank you for your trust. The Konoha Police Department... is dedicated to serving you."

Looking at those Sharingan eyes that had just been so decisive and ruthless, yet were now forcing a smile, Boss Tanaka felt not fear, but rather was moved to tears.

What is this?

That's what professionalism is all about!

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" Boss Tanaka grasped Yashiro's hand, shaking it excitedly. "I'm going to send a banner to the police department as soon as I get back! And I'll charge extra! This service is impeccable!"

Yashiro resisted the urge to pull his hand back, maintaining that stiff smile:

"That is...our honor."

The moment he turned around, Yashiro's face fell.