Originally, as an assistant to the Hokage, Ryujiro should have stayed by Tsunade's side.
However, Tsunade couldn't control Ryujiro, so she could only let him to take part in some missions.
"It's been a while since I've been out. I miss this feeling," Naruto exclaimed excitedly, looking around.
"Ryujiro, what mission are we on this time?" Naruto asked eagerly.
Ryujiro responded calmly, "Just an A-Rank mission."
"A-Rank!" Naruto's excitement grew as he pumped his fists, boasting.
"Finally, I get a chance to shine!"
This A-Rank mission was commissioned by the Land of Flowers.
The country had been frequently harassed by a rogue Jōnin from Kirigakure who had established his own force.
The rogue ninja's activities had become a significant threat to the Land of Flowers, causing them to lose several ninjas with each attack.
Desperate, they sought help from other ninja villages.
However, no village was willing to intervene.
As a result, the Land of Flowers issued a reward and sought assistance from the other main villages.
Due to Konoha's reputation, they approached Konoha first.
The journey from the Land of Fire to the Land of Flowers would take at least a week.
It was uncertain if the Land of Flowers could hold out that long.
Small nations were inherently weak and could barely maintain their own interests, let alone help others.
The downfall of one small nation could benefit the others.
The Land of Flowers had paid a hefty price to enlist Konoha's help.
Ryujiro, on this mission, wanted to assess Naruto's progress.
Although his personality hadn't changed much, he remained rather silly.
On the third day, the clear sky suddenly turned cloudy.
Drip, drip.
Soon, a torrential downpour began.
"Umbrella, where's the umbrella?" Naruto rummaged through his backpack and finally found one. Just as he was about to hand it to Ryujiro, he froze.
"What's this? Why isn't the rain falling on you, Ryujiro?" Naruto was shocked.
The raindrops seemed to bounce off an invisible barrier around Ryujiro.
It was merely a method of controlling spiritual pressure.
Ryujiro's control wasn't perfect yet, and practicing advanced Kido required precise control of spiritual pressure.
This was also a way to train his control.
"This is incredible! Ryujiro, can I learn this?!"
Naruto's eyes sparkled with admiration. Not needing an umbrella to stay dry was too cool!
"No, you can't learn it. It's not ninjutsu," Ryujiro replied.
"Oh, it's not ninjutsu," Naruto was disappointed.
He knew Ryujiro had many mysterious abilities, but this was really cool.
Naruto, not yet mature, still had a childlike nature.
He envied Ryujiro, who didn't need an umbrella, the entire way.
But why was he the one carrying everything? Ryujiro wasn't carrying anything at all.
Damn, does Ryujiro see me as a pack mule?! he thought bitterly.
Outside the Land of Flowers, ninja corpses lay scattered.
The rain had dyed the surroundings a crimson hue.
The country's Daimyo and others looked on in horror at the gathered rogue ninjas.
The country had few ninjas left, being a small nation, they couldn't compare to the great nations.
The Land of Flowers, a weak small nation, used to be an ally of the Land of Lightning, but their requests for help had been ignored by the latter.
A month ago, the Land of Flowers had sent envoys with a plea for help to the Daimyo of the Land of Lightning, but there had been no response.
Damn Land of Lightning, so untrustworthy, thought the Daimyo.
They couldn't hold out for another week, especially with the rain affecting their defenses.
The rogue ninjas were like a persistent plague, attacking and retreating to wear down their forces.
The country had lost over twenty ninjas, including two Jonin and several Chunin.
Initially, they tried to eliminate the rogue ninjas but were trapped in a valley set up by the rogues.
In the rogue ninjas' base camp, they gathered in a small tent, drinking and celebrating.
"Boss, soon the Land of Flowers will be ours," one said.
"Following you is the best, we get to enjoy the spoils," another chimed in.
"Being ordered around in the village was unbearable," they grumbled.
Each wore a forehead protector with a slashed symbol, marking them as rogue ninjas from different villages, expelled for various reasons.
Keita, their leader from Kirigakure, had a menacing scar on his face.
He basked in their admiration, feeling much better than when he was in Kirigakure.
The Land of Flowers would soon be theirs.
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