Aoba’s New Warehouse

Others might not know that Danzo had secretly killed Kato Dan, but Aoba knew it clearly. This was also thanks to the Mind Reading System.

He saw what Danzo had done in Tatsuma's memories. There was no way to fake or disguise these things. It was impossible for Danzo to be wronged.

Of course, Aoba knew about these things. No one knew about it at all. For now, Aoba did not plan to tell Tsunade about this matter.

After all, things had already come to this point. There was no way to salvage the situation.

It was pretty good now.

Aoba felt that as Tsunade's student, the only thing he could do for Tsunade was to help her walk out of trouble instead of dragging her into another trouble.

If not for extremely urgent things. Aoba would not let Tsunade know the real reason for Kato Dan and Nawaki's death.

Perhaps...

This was also the reason why Kato Dan did not tell Tsunade this when he was reincarnated using Edo Tensei.

The dead were gone. The living still needed to continue living.

Aoba felt that the best way for Tsunade was to know nothing and slowly walk out of this haze so that her life would shine again.

But...

This did not mean that Aoba would allow Tsunade to treat Danzo's injuries.

Any ninja in the world could treat Danzo.

Only Tsunade could not!

Aoba would definitely not allow Tsunade to treat the person who killed Kato Dan. Otherwise, if Tsunade knew about it in the future, she would definitely regret it.

This was something that Aoba did not want to see.

"Hahaha, alright..."

Eaton smiled and did not continue on this topic. He only asked about Tsunade's matter and did not dare to point fingers.

In fact, Eaton knew that Aoba was quietly practicing medical ninjutsu in secret. It was also true that he managed everything behind his back.

Let those people know not to speak nonsense.

After being threatened by Eaton, no one dared to say anything. After all, curiosity and gossip were not as important as their lives.

However, Eaton also knew. It hadn't been long since Aoba became Tsunade's student. He even practiced medical ninjutsu secretly, and he didn't bring it to the table openly and honestly.

This was obviously because he wasn't very good at medical ninjutsu and wasn't so confident, so he hid it and didn't bring it to the table.

Regarding this point. Eaton had his own speculation.

He felt that Aoba wanted to learn medical ninjutsu and then transform into a medical ninja. He would then leave Konohagakure Intelligence Division, this dark place, and walk to the bright place.

After all, in the social status of the village.

The social status of medical ninjas was far higher than that of interrogator ninjas.

Moreover, Aoba was already 15 years old. Soon, he would have to consider the matter of his life.

The career you get was still very important.

Only, whenever he asked Aoba, Aoba always replied that he wanted to stay in Konohagakure Intelligence Division.

But he did not wholly believe these words. Eaton felt that maybe Aoba's medical ninjutsu was not very good, and there was no way to use it officially.

Even so, he still couldn't help but ask Aoba.

After all, Danzo had been kind to him. If Danzo hadn't dug him up, he wouldn't be in his position as Konohagakure Intelligence Division Captain.

"Brother Eaton, in this situation, can the story of Teacher Bai of the Ninja School still be published?"

Aoba saw the scene fall into an awkward situation and immediately began to change the topic. He knew that he could not continue on this topic; otherwise, it would be even more awkward.

"Yes!"

Eaton nodded heavily. His eyes shone brightly, and he looked very confident.

"According to common sense, the sales of books published in the war period will be greatly reduced. They won't be sold as well as in peacetime, but..."

Eaton paused for a moment and stared at Aoba with a smile on his face.

"I have confidence in the story of Teacher Bai of the Ninja School. Even I, a reader, have confidence. Don't you have confidence as the author?" Eaton asked with a smile.

"Hahaha, I have confidence!" Aoba immediately smiled and nodded.

"That's right!"

Eaton raised his left hand and gave Aoba a thumbs up.

"You have to believe in your own ability and believe in the brilliance of your work. I believe that the story of Teacher Bai of the Ninja School will become a comfort in the hearts of all ninjas in the world so that they can better soothe their injured hearts in the war and even reduce the occurrence of the war." Eaton said in a deep voice. He said a lot of benefits to teacher Bai of the Ninja School.

"Can this reduce the occurrence of the war?" Aoba was stunned for a moment, and his eyebrows jumped fiercely. His eyes flashed with suspicion, and he did not believe it very much.

"Of course, novels were born after the First Ninja World War. They filled up the emptiness in the hearts of the ninjas to a great extent, giving many ninjas a way to vent. They used up their excess energy, which slowed down the friction between the forces that were full of gunpowder and greatly reduced the probability of war happening..." Eaton explained to Aoba.

"..."

Aoba was speechless.

Why did these words sound so familiar?

It was as if he was saying.

Being a chicken was also contributing to the country because it reduced the probability of bad guys being strong.

Aoba felt this from Eaton's words.

"Alright, Aoba, thank you. You must be tired from the night. Go back and have a good rest. I will give you a day off today. There is no need to interrogate the prisoner on the compartment's side. It will be useless even if you go." Eaton said to Aoba.

"Thank you, Brother Eaton."

Aoba nodded to Eaton. Then, he turned around and walked straight to the door of the office.

He had indeed stayed here for half a night. However, he was not draining the water. Instead, he was flipping through the memories of the clansmen of the Senju Clan.

Through the memories of the clansmen, Aoba became increasingly clear that one must possess sufficient strength to face any unknown situation that might occur.

The Senju clan was an example!

One had to know...

The Senju clan had a top expert like Senju Hashirama. Beneath Senju Hashirama were Senju Tobirama and Senju Momoka.

However, it was still destroyed in the long river of time. The reason was very simple. After Senju Hasjirama died, the Senju clan no longer had enough fighting power.

That's why they have to fight at the cost of their lives to change their destiny through Hashirama Cell Transplantation.

At this point, every clansman of the Senju clan knew. In the ninja world, strength was very important. Without enough power, it would be difficult to fight against the unknown.

After Senju Hashirama died, Senju Tobirama was the first to feel the sense of crisis. The second-generation Kage of the major ninja villages was on the rise.

Also Uchiha Madara of the Uchiha clan was nowhere to be seen. With just him alone, it was very difficult to defend the glory of Konohagakure.

The status of the Senju clan in Konohagakure also continued to decline along with the death of Senju Hashirama. There was no longer the feeling of domination at that time.

With the arrival of the First Ninja World War. Senju Tobirama died on the battlefield as well.

As a result.

The Senju Clan could be said to be a group of dragons without a leader. Their status in the village had plummeted. They could not even compare to some small clan that had mastered special techniques.

Such a strong sense of loss. It strengthened the determination of the Senju clan to pursue power and also led them to their doom.

"I still need more trump cards."

Aoba's eyes became much more determined. He found that this Kumogakure invasion was a living example.

If he didn't want to expose his identity. Then he could only disguise himself as Kirigakure.

What about next time?

If Sunagakure or Iwagakure attacked next time, could he still use the identity of Kirigakure ninja?

Even if he had to bite the bullet and use it.

What would happen when Kirigakure attacked?

Aoba gradually realized that a person's strength was limited. If he wanted to cause trouble, he would need a clone to cooperate with him.

So he wanted to increase his combat strength.

A thought suddenly appeared in Aoba's mind. This thought was something he had never considered before. Now, he could try to use it.

After that, Aoba quickly walked in the direction of Anbu's dormitory.

Soon, he returned to his room.

At this time, there was no more hoarded water in his room, but the ground was still damp, and there was a warm breath in the air.

Aoba quickly made a series of hand seals and immediately used Kage Bunshin no Jutsu(Shadow Clone Technique). He summoned a shadow clone that looked exactly the same as him in the room.

"I'll hand this book to you. Write down Teacher Bai's story directly."

Aoba handed the book in his hand to the shadow clone.

"Yes."

Aoba's shadow clone took the book without any emotional changes. After all, they were one body.

Swish!

After handing the book over, Aoba immediately used Hiraishin no Jutsu(Flying Thunder God Technique) and determined the coordinates in his tower. He instantly flashed out and disappeared.

On the tower's first floor.

There was no water here. Aoba paid attention to the direction when spraying the water and did not exert force in the direction of the tower. In addition, the surrounding trees were like a barrier, and the topography of the tower was also high, so it was not damaged by the flood.

He would not let the water spray on the tower. There were many things he had here.

If they were soaked with water, he would really feel heartbroken, especially with so many blank paper tags.

"This place is not safe."

Aoba's eyes became slightly cold. After Kumogakure attack, he already knew that it was difficult for him to store things in the tower.

Who knows when this place would be discovered. Once it was discovered. Then the things here would at least be confiscated.

Maybe they would find evidence that pointed to him.

Aoba did not know if there was anything that could reveal his identity.

"Now, it's time for me to change places."

Aoba looked at the blank paper tags, ninja tools, corpse dissolving water, and other resources he had hoarded. Now, he had a better place to place them.

In a split second, Aoba raised his hands. There was a white paper on his palm with a black circle at the center. That circle was Aoba's Flying Thunder God Formula.

Instantly, Aoba pasted the paper on the box with blank paper tags.

"Hiraishin: Dorai(Flying Thunder God: Guiding Thunder)!"

Aoba immediately used Hiraishin no Jutsu(Flying Thunder God Technique)'s advanced skill application and directly teleported the box in front of him away.

Then, Aoba teleported them one by one. Nothing was left behind besides the tables and chairs that might be used here.

The blank paper tags, explosive tags, ninja tools, corpse dissolving water, some spoils of war, as well as the money that Aoba had saved up, were all taken away by him.

After all of this disappeared.

With a thought, Aoba raised his hands and quickly formed a seal. He immediately used Taju Kage Bunshin no Jutsu(Multiple Shadow Clone Technique).

In an instant, Aoba's clone appeared in front of him. There were a thousand of them.

"Now, go to the area outside the tower and cut down a few trees. You should know what they look like. I don't need to say anything."

Aoba explained to these shadow clones that now they needed to source materials on the spot, cut down trees to harvest some wood, and keep them for later use.

"Yes!"

The thousands of shadow clones immediately responded at the same time, giving Aoba a response.

Aoba nodded at these shadow clones.

After that, he directly used Hiraishin no Jutsu(Flying Thunder God Technique). His figure flashed and disappeared.

The next moment.

Aoba appeared in a dark place.

The sudden change from light to darkness made his visual nerves unable to react. It was as if he had lost consciousness and temporarily saw nothing.

"This will be my new warehouse in the future!"

The corners of Aoba's mouth slightly curled up, and his gaze fell on the huge coffin in front of him.

In his opinion...

There was no warehouse more suitable than this!

It could be said that it was tailor-made for him!