Naruto: Experience Pain, Start by Copying the Entire Shinobi World

Kado's vault was even larger than Qianxuan had imagined.

The high-capacity military-grade reels that Hiruzen Sarutobi gave them were quickly filled to the brim.

But inside the vault, there were still mountains of gold bars and cash.

Qianxuan's face darkened.

It's a happy kind of trouble, but it's still trouble in the end.

He looked at the money he couldn't take with him, and his heart bled.

That's all money!

It can be exchanged for Kobe beef, then converted into chakra, and finally become the fighting power of "One-Sword Rascal"!

Leaving it here to benefit future generations is a complete waste.

Qianxuan paced back and forth in the vault, and finally, he gritted his teeth and made a difficult decision.

He emptied some of the large, low-value cash notes from the scroll, and then quickly filled the empty space with gold bars.

After doing all this, he glanced longingly at the remaining money and sighed.

Never mind, one shouldn't be too greedy.

Satisfied, he carried several heavy reels away from the now-ghostly company building, mingled back into the crowd at the dock, and boarded the next ship bound for the Land of Water.

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The Land of Water, the Hidden Mist Village.

The air was filled with a damp, cold mist that lingered year-round, mixed with the salty smell of the sea. When inhaled, it made one's throat feel dry and parched.

The pedestrians on the street hurried along, their eyes mostly filled with wariness and numbness.

The entire village was shrouded in a repressive and tense atmosphere.

It truly lives up to its name as the "Land of Blood Mist".

Qianxuan used the Transformation Technique to turn himself into an ordinary, unremarkable merchant, and the aura of a ninja on his body was perfectly concealed by the [Aura Concealment].

He found the most dilapidated and inconspicuous-looking tavern and went inside.

Such places are a melting pot of all sorts of people, making them the best places to gather information.

The tavern was dimly lit and sparsely populated, with people sitting in twos and threes, all drinking in hushed tones.

Qianxuan found a corner to sit down, ordered the cheapest liquor, and started drinking it by himself, while keeping his ears perked up, capturing all the information around him.

However, he was soon disappointed.

The people here are tight-lipped; they only talk about trivial family matters and nothing of value.

Just as he was getting bored and preparing to go somewhere else, the tavern door was pushed open.

A woman walked in.

Qianxuan's gaze was unconsciously drawn to it.

She was a tall, beautiful woman.

She wore a long blue dress that perfectly accentuated her mature and voluptuous figure.

Her long chestnut hair was coiled on top of her head into an extremely complicated, strange bun that looked like some kind of cross.

Qianxuan frowned.

Terumi Mei.

The future Fifth Generation Mizukage.

He recognized the woman at a glance.

However, his focus was somewhat off track.

This hairstyle... is so tasteless!

Qianxuan silently complained in his heart.

Why would such a beautiful woman choose such an old-fashioned hairstyle that makes her look top-heavy?

It's such a waste.

He couldn't help but glance at her a few more times, already considering whether he should find an opportunity to give her some professional styling advice.

Just as Chihiro's gaze was unabashedly scrutinizing Terumi Mei's peculiar hairstyle.

Mei Terumi, who was about to order at the bar, paused slightly as she picked up her drink.

She sensed it.

An undisguised, scrutinizing gaze was fixed on him.

She was already used to that kind of gaze.

But this time, it's different.

She could sense the fluctuations of chakra emanating from the person who was casting her gaze upon her.

It was faint, but very clear.

Moreover, the texture of that chakra was completely different from the cold and dampness of the ninjas from the Land of Water; it carried a kind of warmth and dryness unique to the Land of Fire.

Transformation technique.

Mei Terumi's lips curled into a faint smile.

Without making a sound, she glanced out of the corner of her eye at the seemingly ordinary merchant in the corner.

The disguise was very poor.

Although the fluctuations in chakra had been contained, they were like a patched garment, full of flaws in the eyes of a true expert.

Their gazes are so direct; they don't know how to hide anything.

The most basic quality of a spy is to treat himself as if he doesn't exist.

But this guy is like a searchlight that's afraid no one will notice him.

Their business skills are extremely unprofessional.

Mei Terumi immediately came to a conclusion.

This is likely a spy sent by a village, and most likely, a novice with little experience.

Perhaps he was the young master of a powerful ninja clan, who thought too highly of himself and believed that he could move freely in the "Village of Blood Mist" with a simple transformation technique.

Naive.

Mei Terumi sneered inwardly.

Since he's come to me like this, I might as well play along.

Holding a glass of wine, she moved with graceful steps, heading straight towards Qianxuan.

The high heels clicked crisply on the wooden floor.

Qianxuan was still feeling sorry for that hairstyle when he suddenly saw the woman walking towards him with a smile, holding a wine glass.

His heart skipped a beat.

Discovered?

That shouldn't be the case. My [Presence Concealment] is a B-rank skill; even a sensory ninja of Tsunade's caliber couldn't detect it.

It's also possible that Tsunade was weakened for some reason.

Was my gaze too presumptuous just now?

Mei Terumi walked up to Sengen's table and stopped.

She gently placed the wine glass in her hand on the table, and then sat down opposite Qianxuan.

A scent unique to mature women, mixed with the aroma of wine and a faint fragrance, wafted into Qianxuan's nostrils.

"Don't you get bored drinking alone?"

Mei Terumi spoke, her voice soft and alluring, with a perfectly balanced huskiness, like a feather gently plucked at one's heartstrings.

Her emerald green eyes looked at Qian Xuan with a smile, her gaze so captivating it seemed to steal one's soul.

Qianxuan stared at the stunningly beautiful face so close to him, his mind racing.

Is this... a honey trap?

Damn it, they unleashed their ultimate move right from the start, I can't take this.

Tsunade... I'm sorry...

He looked at Mei Terumi, then at the glass of wine on the table that was clearly prepared for him.

It's all a routine, a routine.

He knew exactly what was going on, but on the surface he still pretended to be flattered and dumbfounded.

"Miss...maybe you've mistaken me for someone else?"