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It was noon on June 27th, Konoha Year 63.
The scorching sun made people dizzy, and the cicadas in the forest chirped feebly.
At this time, six Genin from Kusagakure, led by two Chunin, Kusachi and Ryokui, were on their way to Konoha.
"Ah! This damn weather is killing me! Why do we have to travel all the way to Konoha to participate in the Chunin Exams!"
Ryokui fanned his face incessantly, the sweltering weather making him extremely irritable.
Kusachi, who was walking in front, was also in a bad mood and said sarcastically, "Heh, when Konoha invites you with a smile, you better smile and accept it. Otherwise, things will get very ugly."
Although Kusachi's words were sarcastic, the logic was correct. The strong dominate the weak, and small countries can only act according to the wishes of big countries. This was the eternal truth of the world, whether it was in the past, present, or future.
Kusachi's words made Ryokui even more annoyed. He said fiercely, "Damn ninja superpowers! Konoha doesn't have good intentions at all. They just want to find some Genin from small countries to use as cannon fodder for them!"
Ryokui kept complaining, and Kusachi also became irritated by him, "Hey, stop complaining. Isn't it making me feel hot too?"
"Damn it! The Village Hidden in the Grass conquered the world a thousand years ago! Why do we have to keep looking at other people's faces! Hey! Medical ninja, I'm dying of heat! Come here and let me bite you to recover!" The irritable Ryokui instantly turned his anger toward Karin, who had red hair.
Karin didn't respond. She pursed her lips and continued walking with her head down.
Her experiences living in Kusagakure had taught her a lesson. If you didn't have the strength to break everything, then half-hearted resistance would only be met with a more violent response.
At this time, not responding, and waiting for the other party to feel that it was meaningless, was the way to prevent them from coming to bother her again.
However, Ryokui at this time had clearly decided to vent his anger on her. He grabbed Karin, and reprimanded her, "I'm calling you! Are you deaf!"
Karin turned her head away, dodging Ryokui's gaze, and said weakly, "Ryokui-sensei, I'm sorry, my ability doesn't have that kind of effect..."
Ryokui didn't care about Karin's explanation at all. He just wanted to find a reason to vent his anger, "Is this your attitude towards your benefactors! You're just a tool! If Kusagakure hadn't taken the three of you in, you would have starved to death outside long ago! You ungrateful thing!"
Ryokui had a vicious smile on his face. He raised his hand high, aiming it at Karin's face. The other Genin also revealed malicious smiles. As they had all been taught, the strong could arbitrarily dominate the weak!
Even just imagining the crisp sound of his palm hitting Karin's face would make everyone feel better.
After all, humans were creatures that could gain pleasure from bullying the weak.
Ryokui's slap whistled toward Karin, but the expected crisp sound did not come because a red-haired boy suddenly stood in front of Karin, reaching out and grabbing Ryokui's wrist!
"Ryokui-sensei, let's just leave it at that."
"Mujin..." His good deed interrupted, Ryokui looked at the red-haired boy in front of him, his eyes turning cold, "Are you going to rebel against me too?"
Mujin spoke calmly, "That's not the case. The elders have already given instructions—Karin's abilities can only be used when absolutely necessary. If you continue to act like this, the elders won't be pleased."
Perhaps recalling how the elders dealt with disobedient individuals, Ryoku gradually calmed down. "Ah, now that I think about it, the elders did say something like that. However..." She leaned closer to Mujin, her tone icy as she whispered into his ear, "Tell me, if a patient were to accidentally bite off a piece of your sister's flesh during treatment, it wouldn't be entirely impossible, would it? When we return to the village, I'll make sure you and your sister experience firsthand what it means to wish for death."
Strength is power! Might makes right! This was the unspoken rule of Grass Hidden Village.
Sōji glanced at the scorching sun overhead and impatiently urged, "Ryoku, stop wasting time. We're almost at Konoha. I don't feel like standing here roasting in the sun any longer."
"Tch, consider yourself lucky," Ryoku muttered, seemingly losing interest. She turned and walked toward Sōji.
With a dismissive wave of her hand, she called out, "Coming, coming."
The other genin snickered as they followed behind her.
Karin approached Mujin, her gaze fixed on the group ahead. Her eyes turned icy cold, all traces of her previous vulnerability erased as though it had never existed.
Mujin understood her intent but slowly shook his head. "It's not the right time yet. We still need them to participate in the Chunin Exams."
He then turned his gaze toward the direction of Konoha. "And besides, simply killing a few enemies holds no meaning for us. We aren't the protagonists of some story where our foes conveniently apply just enough pressure to spur our growth. We are villains, murderers. The moment we show even the slightest weakness, our enemies will swarm upon us and tear us apart!"
Mujin extended his hand to Karin. "Come, Karin. Let's go there and acquire the power to stand against an entire village. All the blood and sweat we've shed won't be in vain. Only by sending Grass Hidden Village straight to hell can we find peace in the night."
"Mm," Karin nodded. Hatred was the fiercest fuel, driving her to grit her teeth and push through whenever she thought she couldn't go on.
At the main gates of Konoha...
"Hmm, let me see here—six genin, two chunin escorts. Names check out, ages check out, appearances check out. Just a moment… Alright, here are your identification papers for Konoha. Don't lose them. Remember to head to the Ninja Academy afterward to register for the exam. Someone there will explain the details further."
"Understood, thank you."
Kamizuki Izumo watched the Grass shinobi disappear into the crowd, his brow furrowed in thought. He turned to Hagane Kotetsu and said contemplatively, "Those two red-haired brats… If it were just one of them, it might be a coincidence. But both of them? Do you think they could be descendants of the Uzumaki clan?"
"Uzumaki? Well, the village hasn't issued any requests to search for remnants of the Uzumaki clan. If you're concerned, just include it in your report."
"Hmm… True. I'll note it in the report."
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