The Konohagakure Intelligence Division Is Terrifying!

"Sure!"

Aoba immediately nodded in agreement.

Coming to Ramen Ichiraku and helping him was definitely an excellent opportunity to meet the Ninja Clan's parents.

If he could find a suitable reason, he would be able to pat their head.

Especially the head of Konoha's White Fang.

Not to mention the reward.

His rich life experience and the ninjutsu reserves he had learned in his life were the most important.

It should be a very amazing harvest.

"Then it's a deal. With you here, I can rest assured."

Teuchi drank the Shōchū in the cup in satisfaction. He was very comfortable. He solved the doubts in the membership system as if he had solved a significant matter of life.

"If there is nothing else, I will go." Aoba immediately said.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Let's drink some more." Teuchi shook the pot of Shōchū in his hand. His slightly flushed face looked a little intoxicated.

"I won't drink anymore."

Aoba waved his hand and pointed to the sky outside. He said, "It's getting dark; I'm scared."

"Pfft..."

Mikoto directly spat out the ramen that she had not finished chewing.

Was this what a ninja should say?

Or a male ninja?

Scared?

This word made her feel incredible!

"You brat... I was thinking of asking you to send Mikoto back." Teuchi winked at Aoba and said. The meaningful smile on his face seemed to be trying to say something.

"Forget it. This is a future female ninja of the Konoha Military Police Force. If any bad person meets her, the one in danger is not her, but the bad person." Aoba said lightly.

"That makes sense!" Teuchi was speechless for a moment.

"Then I'll send you off!" Mikoto suddenly stood up.

She stared at Aoba and said this.

"Don't, you better let me go!" Aoba waved his hand indifferently and turned around to leave Ramen Ichiraku Noodle House.

"I..." Mikoto had never seen someone avoid her like this. Why did she feel like she was like a dreadful monster in Aoba's eyes? She looked at Teuchi beside her and asked, "Brother Teuchi, am I that scary?"

"This... that... I have to pack up and prepare to close the shop." Teuchi immediately stood up. According to his rich experience, this question was likely to be a suicide question. No matter how he answered it, the answer will always be wrong.

...

After Aoba left Ramen Ichiraku, he directly walked towards Anbu's dormitory.

He avoided Mikoto because this girl was curious about him and also because this girl was a member of the Uchiha clan.

The Uchiha clan would bring him immeasurable trouble.

He did not want to be friends with the people of that clan at all.

No connection.

No fetter.

No messy feelings.

Aoba didn't want some so-called relationship problems to tie down the tranquility of his daily work at Konohagakure Intelligence Division.

Even any other girl, he didn't want to make friends, let alone Mikoto.

This clan was too troublesome!

As the mastermind behind the destruction of the remnants, Aoba was very clear about how exaggerated the impact of this matter was.

Now, Danzo had already connected the remnants of the old era to the Uchiha clan.

Whether it was Tetsu or Koshiro, the information transmitted from these two corpses entirely focused Danzo's attention on the Uchiha clan.

He was very sure of it.

There must be a life and death battle between Danzo and Uchiha in the future.

Not only that.

Before this life-and-death battle, who knew how many schemes would brew.

...

Aoba returned to the dormitory.

After a simple wash, he fell on the iron bed and fell into a deep sleep, recovering the energy he had used up.

The next morning.

Aoba changed into Anbu ninja clothes, put on the cat face mask, and went to work for Konohagakure Intelligence Division as usual.

He came to his compartment to work.

Just as he opened the compartment door, a weak voice sounded from inside.

"You... you finally... came back..."

The compartment had a dark, bloody smell inside. A voice suddenly came out.

It really gave Aoba a fright and thought it was a ghost.

He then looked around. Only then did he discover a middle-aged man tied to the wooden pillar.

Aoba saw that this middle-aged man's face was haggard, and his eyes were bloodshot. He was in an exhausted state.

Good fellow!

He had forgotten about this person!

Aoba immediately recognized that this middle-aged man was the suspect who he locked up in the compartment before carrying out Danzo's mission.

At that time, this middle-aged man did not immediately confess, so he forgot that he was here.

Now that he was back, he remembered.

However, Aoba did not rush to release him and logically took these as part of the torture procedure.

"Who are you?"

Aoba pretended to be puzzled and asked, preparing to give the middle-aged man a mental attack.

"My name is Fukuyama Karasawa. I took advantage of when Third Hokage-sama was ambushed and stole from his house. I was caught by the guards who were on patrol duty. I have many previous experiences of stealing. I confessed all of them. I beg you not to leave me here again."

The middle-aged man gathered his last strength and frankly confessed what he had done.

It was a full two days and two nights that he had locked up in this dark compartment.

Occasionally, footsteps could be heard from outside. But they did not care about his cries for help.

The screams of being tortured constantly came from the surrounding compartment. Together with the bloody smell in the room, it greatly stimulated his nerves.

During this period of time...

He was extremely scared!

The regret in his heart had reached the level of enlightenment, and he no longer wanted to be a thief.

Konohagakure Intelligence Division was truly too terrifying!

"Fukuyama Karasawa."

Aoba lightly called out the middle-aged man's name. He slept very comfortably this time, and his energy was fully restored. He was ready for the long-lost interrogation.

"Yes, yes, yes. Fukuyama Karasawa is my name. I confess, I confess everything. Please don't torture me. If I stay in this place for another day, I may die!" The middle-aged man said crazily. He was afraid that this Konohagakure Intelligence Division ninja in front of him would mistakenly think that he was still resisting.

"Write a confession letter."

Aoba looked at the middle-aged man and suddenly felt bored.

This year's suspect was too spineless.

They confessed so easily, and it ended before he even started...

He couldn't help but miss the Sunagakure spy he had met in the past!

"Thank you!"

When Karasawa heard that he could write a confession letter, tears welled up in his eyes. He was just a delicate little thief!