Aoba wrapped up all the blank paper tags in the store and bought ten scrolls. After paying, he left the store.
After Aoba left.
The store owner stared in the direction of the door and watched Aoba leave.
"What an upright person!"
The store owner was still immersed in his self-indulgence just now. He thought of the ninjas in the village fighting on the battlefield. Rentaro was still silently making explosive tags behind them. They were all making their contribution in different positions.
...
After Aoba left the store, he turned around a corner and disappeared into thin air.
The next moment.
Aoba reappeared in the tower.
This secret base brought him great convenience. Even if he took thirty-four boxes of blank paper tags back, there was still a place to store them.
Aoba was not in a hurry to draw up paper tags.
This thing was not something that could be done overnight.
The creation of Mutually Multiplying Explosive Tags was to give him more trump cards so that he could face all kinds of situations in the future with more ease.
He did not need to take it out right now to fight.
Aoba took out the scroll he had just bought and spread it out on the ground. The whole scroll was long.
"I'm really too talented!"
Aoba could not help but praise himself. Even he felt that his thoughts were too smart, and he did not know how to describe them.
He picked up the writing brush.
He lay on the ground.
He began writing on the scroll.
Several large characters were written directly on the title of the scroll.
Water Release Ninjutsu!
Signed: Senju Tobirama.
The tip of the brush in Aoba's hand rubbed against the scroll, making a rustling sound.
One by one, water releases ninjutsu appear.
It was in the same order as the original scroll, and there was also an explanation and understanding of this water release ninjutsu.
These things.
It wasn't very important.
Any experienced water release ninja could do it if they were to think and makes a summary.
However.
The next thing.
It was the key point.
When Aoba wrote down the direction and opinion of the improvement, he made changes to several key points, including the chakra movement and the simplified hand seals.
After these essential changes were made.
It was like the seasoning in the recipe had changed.
Even if it still looked like the same dish.
However, the taste was already completely different.
If one ate it, it would not bring any improvement to the taste; it might even cause people to have bad reactions.
After Aoba changed the key positions of the water release ninjutsu, he also drew corresponding changes in the illustration part.
For example, if the chakra movement written in the scroll has changed, then the chakra movement of the human figure was drawn accordingly.
Another example was that after the place where the seal was written into something else, the gesture illustration of the seal was also adjusted accordingly.
This part was changed by Aoba.
But the front and the back part of each ninjutsu was still written correctly.
As a result.
This modified water release ninjutsu front and back were correct while the middle has changed.
There were not many places where changes were made, but they were all crucial.
Even if they discovered the problem with the water release ninjutsu that Aoba had modified, they would still feel that everything was correct based on the first and later part.
There was only one reason why they did not achieve their desired effect.
They didn't practice well!
Then they would have to work harder on training!
...
This huge scroll made Aoba write for more than two hours.
After Aoba finished writing all the contents, he rolled up the modified water release ninjutsu and rubbed the outer skin on the ground creating some dirty marks.
"It can be used now."
Aoba looked at this modified scroll with satisfaction. He had already begun to imagine the scene of Kirigakure and Kumogakure breaking up.
"Go back to sleep."
After leaving this modified scroll here, Aoba's figure flashed and disappeared. He returned to Anbu's dormitory. After changing his clothes, he fell on the iron bed and went to sleep.
...
The next day, early morning.
Aoba changed into Anbu's ninja clothes and put on the cat face mask. Not long after he walked out of Anbu's dormitory, he met Eaton, who was waiting for him.
"Aoba!"
Eaton immediately waved to Aoba. He was standing on the road that Aoba had to pass, and the traces of waiting were obvious.
"Brother Eaton, what happened?" Aoba asked curiously.
"I'll return the book to you." Eaton held Aoba's book in his hand.
"There's no need to be in such a hurry." Aoba looked at the book that Eaton handed over and took it. He was thinking of leaving it to Eaton for a few more days, but he didn't expect it to be returned overnight.
"This is still ongoing work!" Eaton moved to Aoba's side. He raised his hand and patted Aoba on the shoulder and said, "Aoba, I have returned the book to you. If you have any inspiration, hurry up and update it. Your story is too amazing. I am really looking forward to it!"
"Hahahaha, good, I will update it as soon as possible!"
Aoba smiled slightly. He could still understand Eaton's mood. Anyone who has followed a novel knows the pain of waiting for an update.
Before Aoba transmigrated, he was a standard otaku. He played games, read novels, read fandoms, and almost nothing was left behind.
He was very clear about how it felt when he read novels, and he wished that the author could directly update the ending in one breath, but this was just a fantasy...
Aoba nodded at Eaton, then put the book in his ninja bag and walked toward his compartment.
Eaton looked at Aoba's back as he left, and the expression on his face became more expectant.
If this book was not given to Aoba.
Then even if Aoba wanted to write, he wouldn't have any tools!
Now, it was returned to Aoba.
If he didn't want to write, then forget it. If he wanted to write, he could write at any time. Wouldn't this greatly increase the efficiency of writing!
Eaton was already beginning to look forward to what the next update would be like. That plot made him feel excited just thinking about it. He simply couldn't guess what would happen next. He felt like he had returned to his youth, like a virgin boy who had never experienced anything.
This kind of feeling was extremely dreamy for him.
He thought he was an old driver who knew everything, but after reading Aoba's novel, he suddenly realized that he just thought he was an old driver.
"Today is really a good day!"
Eaton walked happily in the direction of Konohagakure Intelligence Division's black room, almost humming a song.
...
When Aoba entered Konohagakure Intelligence Division's compartment, he immediately saw the unconscious Oman.
Aoba directly walked toward Oman and reached out his hand to touch Oman's neck.
Hum!
A hazy halo appeared on Aoba's palm.
It was Shōsen Jutsu(Mystical Palm Technique).
He was using Shōsen Jutsu(Mystical Palm Technique) to feel the condition of Oman's body to determine the treatment effect of yesterday.
"En..."
Aoba nodded silently.
'No problem.'
'The central nervous system had been damaged.'
"Wake up."
Aoba raised his right hand and patted Oman's head.
"Ah?"
Oman suddenly woke up. His voice was full of confusion, and there was a feeling of incongruity in his brain.
"Ah?"
Oman made a sound again. He rolled his eyes slightly, looking like he had dementia.
"Very good."
Aoba suddenly raised a hand and directly stabbed Oman in the heart.
Puchi!
Aoba's hand seemed to have no obstruction, directly grasping Oman's heart.
The next moment.
A white paper appeared on Oman's heart.
The moment the white paper appeared, black lines crawled on it. It was like a curse mark had wrapped around Oman's heart.
Puchi!
Aoba took his right hand back. The palm of his right hand contained a hazy light of energy, slowly healing the latter's body.
Throughout the entire process.
Oman kept his mouth wide open as if he felt no pain. There was no reaction at all.
"Alright!"
Aoba patted Oman on the shoulder and nodded to the latter.
"Since you sneaked into Konohagakure, let you contribute to Konohagakure before you die!"
After Aoba finished speaking, he no longer paid any attention to Oman.
A few minutes later.
His compartment door was opened.
The prison guard walked in and brought four people with him.
The guards tied the four people to the wooden stakes and prepared to leave.
Just as the guards were about to leave.
Aoba spoke slowly.
"Take this person away," Aoba said to the guards indifferently.
"Yes."
The guards did not ask much and directly carried Oman out.
After the guards left.
The compartment was quiet again.
The four people who just come in look at Aoba with wide eyes. Before they were caught, they had already vaguely heard that Konohagakure Intelligence Division had a cat-faced devil.
When they saw that Aoba's mask was a cat-faced devil.
Then they saw Oman, who was covered in blood, being carried out.
They already had an ominous premonition in their heart.
"Is this your first time here?"
Aoba's gaze swept over the four people. Then, he slowly said, "I usually give people who come for the first time a chance to turn over a new leaf. However, if the person comes for the second time..."
As Aoba said this part.
His tone changed.
His deep voice contained a terrifying aura.
All of a sudden.
The breathing of these four people became rapid.
No one dared to speak.
"The person who was sent out just now can't hold on anymore. There is no intact place in his body. I have tortured him for almost ten days here."
Aoba's voice slowly sounded. His voice was not loud, and his words were very calm, but the content of these words made people feel terrified!
'He actually tortured a person for more than ten days!'
'Doesn't this kill people?'
'But...'
These four people thought of what the man looked like when he was dragged away just now.
'It looks like...'
'It is indeed no different as dead!'
"Everyone who came to my place these past few days watched me torture the person just now. It can be considered as killing the chicken to warn the monkey!"
"Now that chicken is dead!"
"I want to change to a new chicken!"
"If this is the first time you have seen me..."
"Then, when you come back in the future. You will have this opportunity!"
Aoba's tone was extremely flat. There was no threat at all, but when these people heard it. They felt chills all over their bodies.