Chapter 43 Accident

"At that time, the situation was like this. It was drizzling all over the places. The three Ninjas from Amegakure took advantage of their geographical advantage and failed to ambush us. They arrogantly stood on the rooftop, unmoved even when they saw us coming out. One of them even made mocking remarks..."

The envoy group had already set out on the return journey, but recently, a strange phenomenon had occurred, that is, a group of people gathered around a man who looked like a Ninja, listening to him brag... ah, no, telling a story.

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It may be the first time that Logan has been on a mission for such a long time. After slowly arriving at the Land of Tea, in order to successfully organize the small country's ritual festival, they had to go through various tedious procedures, which Logan found utterly annoying, just like solving math problems.

After staying in the Land of Tea for almost half a month, the envoy group finally showed their professional qualities. Although they remained leisurely, when it came to their respective fields, everything was completed in a formal manner.

What followed was a few days of dragging things out. After the festival ended, everyone everyone relaxed, and then they engaged in diplomatic talks with the Daimyo of the Land of Tea, taking it slow, first ordering dishes... Guests and hosts enjoyed themselves, and the Daimyo expressed firm support for the leadership of the Land of Fire.

The envoy group stayed for a day in courteous accommodation, bid farewell the next day, but the Daimyo insisted they stay a little longer, urging them to have fun for a few more days: "But, we have to go back to report", "I understand, I understand, just stay a few more days," "Sigh… well, okay then..."

And so the cycle continued. With Logan's mouth twitching, people on the streets were already wearing thicker clothes. A month later, this group of unmotivated individuals finally prepared for their return journey. Before leaving, each of them was given generous gifts.

In a blink of an eye, it had been several months since the escort from the Land of Rivers began. Logan reminisced about these months of idleness, or rather... meaningful idleness.

Having completed a series of missions successfully and with everyone's spirits high, individuals from different places had become friends through their interactions. And Logan, an unexpected Ninja, had already integrated well.

During dinner one evening, Sumika once again approached Logan, tirelessly inquiring about Ninja's matters. How could Logan have so many stories to tell girls? He certainly couldn't start with, "Once upon a time, there was a child sealed with a nine-tailed fox inside..." That would probably take about ten years to finish.

In the end, Logan had no choice but to talk about his own experiences in a more embellished way. Having completed numerous missions before, it was easy to come up with stories that were somewhat believable.

It's just that Logan discovered that talking too much has its disadvantages. Influenced by the internet, he often used novel vocabulary and his narrations are also very vivid. After watching too many Anime, he unconsciously employed some techniques that can captivate the audiences… This is also the reason why Sumika, despite her dignified status as an envoy, kept pestering him. Even some Samurai and officials gathered around to listen.

This is what caused the storytelling scene at the beginning of this chapter.

"They underestimated the Konoha's Ninjas too much. Without saying a word, I used a move known as the 'Chidori,' an S-rank Lightning Release Ninjutsu famous in the Ninja World for being able to cut through lightning, and instantly took down the insolent Jonin."

"Wow-" exclaimed the crowd below in amazement.

Logan felt embarrassed internally. He hadn't intended for things to turn out like this, but he accidentally spoke too much today, and it was quite thrilling...

"Later, the remaining two Jonin were startled and started attacking with all their might, but they were still suppressed and beaten by me. In the end, they fired a signal flare for reinforcements, so I had to protect my junior, fighting my way out while injured..."

Logan was talking about the incident when he and Itachi went to the Amegakure last time, mixing truth with lies. The group of people listening to his story would definitely not be able to tell the difference.

"As for what happened later..." Logan thought of the Kisame and Obito he met later, but decided not to mention it to avoid scaring these people, "We safely returned to the village."

Many listeners sighed, feeling somewhat unsatisfied with the story.

"Alright, storytime's over. Time for everyone to hit the hay." Logan stood up and was startled when he saw the pairs of eyes below, 'Something seemed off. Most of the people from the envoy came to listen to the story? Had the lack of cultural enrichment and boredom reached such levels?"

Seeing a few Samurai guarding the perimeter also casually glancing back, Logan quickly waved his hands to disperse the crowd, "Alright, folks, that's enough..."

"Hmph, you're talking nonsense. You killed a Jonin with a single move? Even if you were a Jonin, that's too exaggerated." Hanjiro, holding his katana, completely engrossed in the story.

When Logan mentioned dispersing, he suddenly snapped out of it, realizing he was supposed to disrupt the storytelling. Feeling embarrassed, he quickly looked for the 'loopholes' in Logan's story.

"Well, Brother Hanjiro is right." Seeing that the Konoha's Ninja really didn't want to continue, everyone dispersed, Logan breathed a sigh of relief, casually dismissing Hanjiro, also wondering why the other party didn't interrupt him halfway.

"Alright, Hanjiro-san, it's normal for Hattori-san to forget some details." Sumika stood up and clapped her hands. Over the past few days, she had become quite a fan of Ninja stories, and sometimes, she even records the exciting parts. Thinking something like, 'This seems to be the direction of literary development too!'

Although Logan's way of telling stories plays a significant role, she had still touched upon another world.

Little did she know, Logan had already removed much of the brutality from the seemingly passionate world.

Since even the envoy had helped this ninja, Sanada Hanzo had no choice but to leave with his sword in hand, feeling disgruntled.

Once everything calmed down, Logan breathed a sigh of relief and secretly thought that he would have to be more careful in the future, as it would be a bad habit if things continued like this.

Finding a secluded spot, he leaned against a tree, closes his eyes and focused as usual.

Logan didn't trust these Samurai's abilities. They were indeed effective against ordinary people, but not against Ninja. However, he couldn't be bothered to correct them. As long as he remained vigilant, it was fine.

But just five minutes later, Logan's brow furrowed, 'There's someone?'

Months of peace had made Logan somewhat skeptical of intruders. He opened his eyes, jumped up onto a tree, and after observing for a minute, his expression turned serious.

'During the final leg of our journey, a group of small fries emerged...' Logan's mind spun. He had not taken action for several months, but his skills had not deteriorated at all. After a brief warm-up, he was ready to deal with them himself.

'It hasn't been long since we left the Land of Tea. Is there a connection here?' Logan put this question aside for now. He approached several Samurai guards silently, startling them when he tapped their shoulders.

"There are people with bad intentions here, but they are just ordinary bandits. I will deal with them. Go back and alert everyone to stay vigilant." Since he had been paid for the task, he naturally took the initiative to deal with the trouble. After saying that, under the surprised eyes of the Samurai, Logan disappeared into the shadows.

After a while, there were muffled groans, and the smell of blood began to spread in a small area. This group of bandits was quite large, with a hundred people in total. However, the number of bandits suddenly and mysteriously decreased in the dark night, eventually pushing the atmosphere to the brink of chaos.

"This doesn't seem right, it's a Ninja-" A bandit with powerful senses exclaimed, but his voice stopped abruptly the next second.

Shaking off the blood on his kunai, Logan felt the long-lost sensation of killing. Shaking his head, he resolutely plunged his kunai into the chest of another person.

"Aaahhh!"

The people and horses panicked in the middle of the night, more torches were lit, and the voices of people suddenly became louder in the night sky.

Logan suddenly turned his head, looking towards the previous campsite. Amidst the chaos, he heard a familiar female voice.

Some Samurai, who originally wanted to cooperate in the attack, also retreated like a tide after hearing it.

Logan looked at the remaining bandits, who were just a ragtag group of thieves. Having silently killed a few, they were already beginning to scatter in all direction.

Pursing his lips, Logan took a step and sprinted towards the campsite.