Naruto: The Ninja World's Life Buyer

Chapter 298 Misa Takes Office, People Always Change

Konoha, the temporary Hokage's office.

Because the Hokage Building was reduced to ruins, Orochimaru temporarily requisitioned an old administrative building as his office.

Sosuke led Misa into the Hokage's office without any hindrance.

Push open the door.

Orochimaru was sitting behind his desk.

He wasn't looking at official documents, but rather flipping through an experimental report.

Hearing the door open, Orochimaru looked up.

"Sosuke-kun. Didn't I tell you not to bother me unless it's something really important?"

"Of course it's an important matter."

Sosuke pulled out a chair and sat down.

Misa stood quietly behind him.

"Hokage-sama, the position of head of the Anbu has been vacant for a long time. This is not conducive to the stability of the village."

Sosuke got straight to the point.

"I have brought you a suitable candidate."

Orochimaru's gaze passed over Sousuke and landed on Misa Hayama.

His eyes suddenly turned fervent.

He put down the lab report and leaned forward slightly.

"Hayama——Misa."

Orochimaru's voice was excited.

He's a top-notch biologist. Of course he could see Misa's current condition.

"Incredible."

Orochimaru stood up, walked around the desk, and stood in front of Misa.

It's like admiring a perfect work of art.

"No rejection reaction — no mental breakdown."

"You actually managed to suppress and utilize the Hashirama cells perfectly."

Orochimaru reached out, wanting to touch Misa.

"Smack."

Meisha raised her hand and gently tapped the air with the back of her hand.

It was just a casual remark.

Orochimaru's hand was knocked away.

Orochimaru was stunned.

He's currently in perfect Sage Mode. Even without using chakra, his physical strength and reaction speed are astonishing.

This woman actually managed to push it aside without any effort?

Just a moment ago.

Orochimaru sensed that he was not facing a single person.

Instead, it was an abyss. His power vanished the moment it entered.

"Lord Hokage, please have some self-respect."

Misa's eyes were calm as still water, without the slightest ripple.

"A very interesting taijutsu technique. The Hyuga clan's Gentle Fist—but even more restrained."

Orochimaru withdrew his hand, not angry at all, but even more excited.

"As expected of a successful product fused with the first generation of cells. Your body has already transcended the boundaries of mortals."

He turned his head and looked at Sosuke.

"Sousuke-kun, your eye for talent is always so sharp."

"I've agreed to make her the head of the secret service."

Orochimaru agreed very readily.

He didn't even test Misa's loyalty to the village, nor did he ask about her governing philosophy.

He only values ​​one thing: strength.

With enough overwhelming power, one can subdue those unruly elites in the Dark Division.

As for management?

Orochimaru didn't care how the Anbu managed things, as long as they could solve his problems and not cause him any trouble.

"but----"

Orochimaru licked his lips and looked at Misa.

"As a condition of your appointment, I require you to provide the Academy of Sciences with a blood and cell sample on a regular basis."

"This perfect symbiotic relationship is very helpful to my research."

Misa remained expressionless and silent. She looked at Sosuke.

"A blood test is fine."

Sosuke agreed on Misa's behalf.

"But at most once a month. Moreover, the Anbu's personnel deployment authority must be completely independent. Hokage, you cannot arbitrarily interfere in the Anbu's internal affairs."

Sosuke was fighting for absolute independence for Mesa.

"make a deal."

Orochimaru waved his hand dismissively.

He walked back to his desk, picked up a pen, signed a blank appointment form, and stamped it with the Hokage seal.

He casually tossed it to Misa.

"From today onwards, you are the supreme commander of the Dark Division."

Mesa accepted the letter of appointment.

She tucked the letter of appointment into her bosom and gave a slight bow.

"If the Hokage has no further instructions, I will report to the Anbu."

Orochimaru waved his hand and picked up the experiment report again.

Sosuke also stood up.

The two walked out of the Hokage's office.

In the corridor.

"Congratulations, Misa." Sousuke smiled.

Misa stopped and looked at Sosuke.

"Boss Sousuke."

"Um?"

"The Dark Side is a quagmire. I'll keep an eye on the village for you, but please remember that."

Her eyes were deep and serious.

"I am the head of Konoha's Anbu. If one day your business crosses the line that undermines Konoha's foundation..."

"My knife will also be pointed at you."

These words were spoken extremely bluntly, even somewhat inhumanely.

But Sosuke's smile remained unchanged.

Instead, he felt a genuine sense of relief.

He's not afraid of his subordinates having principles. People with principles are the most reliable.

Those who are willing to sell out everything for profit are the ones we need to be most wary of.

Don't worry.

Sousuke smiled.

"More than anyone else, I hope that Konoha can prosper and be stable."

He turned around and waved to Misa with his back to her.

"Go take up your post. Those masked guys are a handful. If you need money to upgrade your equipment, just come to me anytime."

pin."

As Misa watched his dashing departing figure, the corners of her cold, hard lips twitched upwards very slightly.

She turned around and walked towards the headquarters of the Dark Division.

Along the way, we came to a general store.

"Boss, bring me a bottle of iced milk and two rolls of bandages."

Meisha took out a coin and placed it on the glass counter.

"Okay."

The boss handed over a glass bottle of milk that was emitting cold air, and two rolls of bandages wrapped in oil paper.

Mesa pried open the bottle cap with her thumb.

He tilted his head back and gulped it down in one go.

Then she walked over and sat down on a bench outside the grocery store.

Set the empty baby bottle aside.

She unwrapped the old bandages from her hands, revealing her slender, fair fingers.

Her hands, instead of being calloused from years of martial arts practice, were, on the contrary, as smooth as a newborn baby's skin thanks to her powerful regenerative abilities.

But if you look closely, you'll find that beneath the skin and flesh of these hands, the toughness of the meridians is comparable to that of fine steel.

Mesa tore open the packaging of the new bandage.

One circle after another.

They wrapped their hands tightly again, their knuckles and wrists completely covered.

She stood up and flexed her fingers.

"Time to get to work."

She picked up the empty baby bottle, threw it into the trash can, and turned to walk deeper into Konoha's underground.

She didn't come to the Anbu entrance under the Hokage Building, but to a secluded grove behind the Konoha Cemetery.

Form a hand seal to dispel the illusion.

An iron gate came into view.

Push the door open and enter.

The winding stone steps descend to the bottom, stretching as far as the eye can see.

Mesa's footsteps echoed in the empty passageway.

Along the way, ninjas wearing animal masks would occasionally brush past you.

They saw Myasha and bowed respectfully.

Before being promoted to minister, Mesa was the captain of the third squad, with a distinguished record and was highly respected.

Moreover, intelligence from the secret service travels extremely fast, and the appointment of the new minister has probably already spread.

Meisha walked straight to the end of the passage.

The office of the head of the secret service.

The door was ajar.

Meisha pushed open the door and went in.

There was a strong smell of tea in the room.

Behind the desk, a person was buried in a thick pile of reels.

He was wearing a black bodysuit and a gray vest from the Dark Division, but no mask.

Sarutobi Shinnosuke.

Hearing the door open, he stopped writing and looked up.

He's thinner than before.

A layer of bluish stubble appeared on his chin. His eye sockets were deep-set, and there were heavy dark circles under his eyes.

The most obvious change was a thin scar at the corner of his eye, which marred his originally handsome appearance and added a touch of menace.

"You've come, Misa."

Shinnosuke's voice was a little hoarse.

He put down his pen and rubbed his eyes.

"Shinnosuke." Misa walked over and pulled out a chair opposite the desk to sit down.

She looked at this colleague she used to know.

The death of the Third Hokage changed many people. As the eldest son, Shinnosuke became more composed.

Shinnosuke didn't exchange pleasantries; he pushed the three stacks of scrolls on the table in front of Misa.

"This is the current roster of all personnel in the Dark Division, including the former Root members who were recently reassigned."

"This middle stack represents the rotation of our secret agents from the Northwest and Northeast borders. I've already made arrangements, and the next batch will depart the day after tomorrow."

"The stack on the far right is a deployment map of the village's daily patrols. I made some minor adjustments, adding hidden sentries in the civilian areas."

Misa picked up the scroll and flipped it open to take a look.

The categorization was clear, and the scheduling was reasonable. There were no mistakes whatsoever.

This was a mess that she should have had to work several sleepless nights to sort out after taking office.

"You're very quick."

Misa closed the reel and looked at Shinnosuke.

"I thought the Anbu should be in complete chaos right now."

After all, just a few days ago, the Dark Division split into two factions on the rooftop and almost came to blows.

"The village can't withstand any more turmoil."

Shinnosuke picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Lord Sakumo has resigned, and the Hokage is no longer involved. Someone has to keep things running for the next few days."

"The sooner these messy accounts are sorted out, the more everyone can breathe a sigh of relief."

He stood up, walked to the cabinet next to him, and took out a cardboard box.

I started tidying up my personal belongings on my desk.

A few scrolls, an old teacup, and a group photo.

The photo shows the Third Hokage in his youth and Shinnosuke as a teenager.

He put the photo face down into the cardboard box.

"I thought you would have objections to the appointment of the Hokage," Misa said calmly.

Based on seniority and ability, Shinnosuke is the most natural successor after Sakumo's departure.

"There's nothing to complain about."

Shinnosuke didn't even look up as he tossed a few pens into the box.

"It doesn't matter who is the minister, as long as the Dark Division can function normally."

He looked up at Misa.

"Besides, you're stronger than me."

"The current Dark Guard is filled with former Root members, troublemakers from various families, and elite civilians. Morale is low."

"I can't control them. They need a monster who can truly put the order on."

Shinnosuke is very honest.

Misa looked at him.

In the past, Shinnosuke had feelings for her. Even the higher-ups of the Sarutobi clan had subtly mentioned the possibility of a marriage alliance.

However, she was later critically injured and near death when Sousuke injected her with Hashirama cells. At that time, she was completely unable to control this power and was at risk of losing control at any moment.

To avoid being discovered, she cut off as much unnecessary social interaction as possible.

The two rarely crossed paths again.

Now sit together again.

One can't help but marvel at the power of time.

"Shin-chan, you've changed," Misa said softly.

People always change.

Shinnosuke picked up the cardboard box and smiled faintly.

With the Third Hokage gone, the burden of the Sarutobi clan fell upon them. He bore the heavy responsibility of leading the clan forward.

He walked to the door.

Stop and turn around.

"I've picked out all the troublemakers for you. They're at Training Ground Two."

"They were still somewhat resentful that a woman with no family background was parachuted into the position of minister."

"Leave it to me," Misa said.

Shinnosuke nodded, said nothing more, and walked out of the office with the cardboard box in his arms.