Konoha’s 50 Years

Chapter 120: Yes, we are ANBU! (Second update)

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I don't know how long it took, but when Uchiha Tatsu almost fell asleep on the bed, Yura came back here again.

"Let's go, the captain is back. He wants to see you." Yuro knocked on the wooden door and said to them.

At this moment, a guy with black hair suddenly walked out of a nearby room, "Oh, Yuro, is the captain back?"

He scratched his head, and then gray debris fell down like rain in the Land of Rain.

Uchiha Tatsu, who is a bit of a germaphobe, saw that his scalp was numb.

The man seemed to have just woken up. He was stunned when he saw Uchiha Tatsu and the others with his sleepy eyes, and then said with an excited expression: "Oh, you three are... newcomers?"

He suddenly became energetic, as if he had seen prey.

Shengshu was about to answer, but the man didn't give Shengshu a chance to interrupt, "At such a young age..."

He clapped his hands and said, "I understand, you must be the talents that ANBU has trained since childhood. It's really good, you can be on your own at a young age."

This person seemed to mistake Uchiha Tatsu and the others as members of Konoha ANBU.

After all, the training of many talents in ANBU usually starts from a young age and is highly targeted, and the selected personnel are also relatively outstanding in all aspects of quality. The age at which they go out to perform missions is much earlier than that of the students in the ninja school.

Naoshu was about to explain, but he didn't let Naoshu interrupt at all, "Haha, Yuluo, I'll take these little guys with me."

Yuro didn't even pay attention to him and walked straight forward.

But the man didn't feel embarrassed at all. Just chattering like this, following Uchiha Tatsu and the others.

Seeing that she couldn't get anything in, Nao Shu stopped talking.

The four of them followed Youluo and walked to the passage on the left. When they entered, they entered a large room with many cabinets and many scrolls placed on them.

At this time, there was a middle-aged ninja sitting in the room. The man named Ryuji was also there. When he saw Uchiha Tatsuya and the others, he still had a straight face.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "My name is Xiuyuan, and I am the leader here. I already know about your situation from Anjiu."

Then, he motioned for Uchiha Tatsu and the others to sit down.

"Let me introduce in advance, our mission is mainly to collect information about the Iwa ninja, all kinds of information! Our mission is relatively safe if we be careful."

"One more thing, although we take orders from Konoha's camp, we are actually under the ANBU!"

It was obvious that this middle-aged man was very proud of his identity as an Anbu. He almost had shock written all over his face.

But how can I put it, Uchiha Tatsu always feels a little weird.

Although the full name of ANBU sounds very high-level - "Assassination Tactics Special Forces".

Such a popular name makes everyone who hears it yearn for it.

After all, this fully fits the ninja's aggressive fighting style. A sneak attack and then run away.

It simply brings out the essence of ninja to the extreme. Not to mention, the standard for ANBU recruitment is the outstanding ninja in the village.

But the impression that such a powerful department gave Uchiha Tatsu was undoubtedly that of the Dragon Team.

That's right, the dragon set, or dragon set for short.

The job of ANBU ninja is very complex. On the one hand, it has to serve as the background wall for the protagonist, and on the other hand, it also has the responsibility of being killed instantly by the enemy.

They also occasionally play the role of narrator. The line that comes out of my mouth most often is, "The ANBU is doing the work, and the rest are waiting to stay away."

Then he was killed easily. This situation can be said to be the epitome of ANBU.

No way, it's just a supporting role. It's good if you can mix it with a box lunch. How do you expect to add chicken legs

nonexistent.

The middle-aged ninja gave the three of them a few seconds of "shock" before continuing, "I don't like to beat around the bush. Although you are Lord Orochimaru's disciples, I don't think you can go out alone to collect intelligence." "

"But since Orochimaru-sama handed you over to me, I won't let you do nothing. Let's do this, and then you will follow-"

The middle-aged man looked at the three people present with his eyes, seeming to be choosing who to lead the team.

Uchiha Tatsumi and Naoki raised their eyebrows and exchanged glances.

Long Er, who was on the field, had a straight face and an expression of disgust.

Yuro's face was expressionless, not showing whether he was willing or not.

As for the talkative young man, he excitedly moved to the edge of the chair and leaned forward, seemingly eager to take over the three of them.

"Then Yuluo, I'll leave it to you." The middle-aged man said.

After hearing this, Yuro nodded without saying anything. The chatty man lowered his hands in disappointment.

"Humph. My silly sister, I'll leave it to you to be the nanny of these three little guys." Long Er said with a smile.

"Long Er, I am also sorry for your brother's death. But this is not the reason for you to ridicule your companions." The middle-aged man glanced at Long Er indifferently.

"I understand, Boss Xiuyuan." Long Er turned away and responded.

"Leave it to you, Yuro. Take them to get familiar with the environment here, and also introduce what we mainly do." Xiuyuan said again.

"Yeah." Yuluo nodded slightly.

After that, Uchiha Tatsu said nothing, and the three of them followed Yuro towards the passage ahead.

"There are three passages here. One is a resting place, one is where intelligence is placed, and the other is the holding cell for the enemy ninjas we captured."

"I've said it before, our mission involves fighting but it's not the main thing. The most important thing is to collect intelligence. Now I'll take you to see the cell." Youluo walked in front first and said as he walked.

Uchiha Tatsumi and the others followed them, and after walking a few steps, a faint voice of pain begging for mercy came from the front...

... ... ... ... (To be continued)