Naruto: This Uchiha is too innocent.

Chapter 150 Hero, Jiraiya

Murata was extremely anxious and hurried towards the convoy, completely ignoring the fact that his already dwindling chakra was being rapidly depleted.

He had only one mission: to escort this urgent supply safely to the front lines. This concerned the lives of dozens of Iwa ninja. Failure would result in severe punishment, but the lives of those Iwa ninja were far more important.

That's why, when he had the perfect opportunity to kill Uchiha Sora, he chose to give it up. In his mind, the life of one Konoha Anbu member was insignificant compared to the safety of those dozens of Iwa ninja; the latter's importance far outweighed the former.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a series of deafening explosions echoed from afar, each sound like a heavy hammer blow striking Murata's heart. His face turned deathly pale instantly, for that direction was precisely where the convoy was located.

No matter how he thought about it, those explosions couldn't possibly be the Iwa ninjas setting off fireworks for no reason. He already knew in his heart that this mission had failed. However, he still held onto a sliver of hope. What if? What if those explosions hadn't destroyed the supplies? Clinging to this last glimmer of hope, he rushed towards that direction with all his might.

But when he finally arrived at the scene, his heart sank. The promontory ahead was completely blocked by countless boulders, forming a boulder mountain. And on the boulder mountain stood several ninjas dressed in Iwagakure combat uniforms.

He suppressed his despair and counted the number of people: one, two—five, six.

The number of people was correct, not a single one was missing, but the carriage was gone. In front of the mountain of stones, there were only the ninjas, but not a trace of supplies.

Although the Iwa ninja hadn't suffered fatal injuries, they looked extremely disheveled, covered in dust and dirt, as if they had just crawled out of a coal pile. One of them had a large gash on his arm from a sharp rock, and blood was gushing out.

Hearing a commotion behind them, the Iwa ninja instinctively turned around. When they saw that it was Murata, the wariness that had been flickering in their eyes instantly disappeared, replaced by excitement—the kind of excitement one feels when seeing their leader.

"Jonin Murata, you're finally back!" a ninja from Iwa shouted, his voice filled with a sense of relief at surviving a close call.

"There was a sudden explosion, followed by a terrible landslide. The scene was absolutely terrifying—we almost died."

However, Murata seemed to ignore their pleas, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Where are the supplies?"

Upon hearing this topic, everyone fell silent, the atmosphere becoming unusually oppressive. After a long while, one of the Chunin spoke bitterly, "The sudden explosion triggered a landslide. Everything happened so suddenly; we're lucky to have survived. As for the supplies—they're all buried underneath."

As he spoke, he slowly turned his body to the side, pointing to the mountain of stones in front of him, his expression somber and dejected.

Murata stared at the pile of stones blocking his path, and could vaguely make out some scattered pieces of dried meat—supplies that should have been safely delivered to the front lines. He slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.

After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes. "Retreat."

The landslide has completely crushed these supplies, and even if they were dug out, they would be unusable.

This means that this front has been declared a failure. Although it is not the main battle line, war is always a matter of great importance, and the loss of this front will inevitably require more manpower and resources to fill the gap.

He needed to go back and face his punishment. "Konoha Anbu," Murata said softly, his voice filled with resentment. His fingernails, from gripping too tightly, dug into his flesh. He realized he had been completely outmaneuvered by Uchiha Sora. "I'll remember you."

When Uchiha Sora arrived, Might Guy's team was excitedly stomping on the gravel beneath their feet, as if showing off their victory.

"Yay! We actually managed to cut off the enemy's supply lines! This is a huge achievement!" Might Guy was so excited that his face turned red, and he waved his fists, letting out a cheer like a monkey.

The other two, while not as exaggerated as Might Guy, also wore undisguised smiles. They knew that while the majority of the credit for the operation's success belonged to Uchiha Sora—if Sora hadn't held Murata back, they wouldn't have had a chance to detonate the explosive tags—even receiving only a portion of the credit was enough to satisfy them. After all, it meant they would leave a significant mark on the archives.

"Huh? Senior is back?" The sharp-eyed Genma Shiranui was the first to notice Uchiha Sora's figure. He quickly and respectfully came to the latter, stood up straight, and his eyes were full of respect.

"Senior, we have destroyed all the enemy's supplies. This operation was a complete success." Genma Shiranui reported excitedly, his voice filled with undisguised pride.

When Might Guy saw Uchiha Sora, he first muttered to himself how the Anbu were so elusive, appearing and disappearing without a sound. Then he leaned closer, gave him a thumbs up, and said sincerely, "That's the passion of youth! Senpai, I acknowledge you!"

Uchiha Sora slowly shifted his gaze from the pile of rocks, fixing it steadily on Might Guy. With his keen senses, he could clearly perceive that the young man before him possessed physical abilities superior to his own. The immense blood energy emanating continuously from Might Guy's body made Uchiha Sora inwardly admire this boy's extraordinary talent in taijutsu; his potential was unprecedented, and he might even reach a terrifying level comparable to a Six Paths Path expert in the future.

"Uh, senpai, w-what's wrong—" Might Guy caught a glimpse of the complex expression in Uchiha Sora's eyes and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. "Did I do something wrong?"

Uchiha Sora gently shook his head. "Come with me for a moment."

Looking at this late-blooming taijutsu genius in front of him, an idea suddenly flashed through Uchiha Sora's mind.

His chakra was granted by the system, and in a sense, all his ninjutsu depended on the system to be activated.

However, taijutsu is different. By learning taijutsu, he can bypass the system and rely on the extremely rare chakra he cultivates himself as the foundation for performing taijutsu.

Most physical techniques require a long period of accumulation to master, and right now, what he lacks most is time. However, he also knows that certain special physical techniques have the ability to allow people to briefly break through their limits.

Might Guy followed closely behind Uchiha Sora, arriving at a relatively secluded corner surrounded by tall trees.

"Senior, is there some kind of top-secret mission you're assigning me?!" Might Guy's eyes lit up instantly, and his breathing quickened. He rubbed his hands together excitedly, his face beaming with anticipation. He was convinced that the ANBU members talking to him privately meant they had an incredibly important mission, one that could change the course of the battle!

Uchiha Sora looked at Might Guy's excited expression with a strange look: "I guess so—"

"Nice! I knew it!" Might Guy was so excited he almost jumped up. He opened his arms, tilted his head back, and beamed with a radiant smile, as if he were already immersed in the glory of completing the mission. "Gold always shines, and you must have seen my extraordinary talent! Come on, let the mission thoroughly hone my skills! I'm ready to face any challenge!"

This M-like appearance made Uchiha Sora realize that going to find Might Guy was a mistake. He shook his head and slowly took off his mask.

Might Guy's eyes widened instantly, staring intently. He had long been curious about the man wearing the mysterious mask; the face hidden beneath it constantly piqued his curiosity. However, due to his status as a member of the Dark Guard, he had always refrained from removing the mask. Now, the other man had actually reached out and removed it himself—for him, this was undoubtedly a long-awaited moment of revelation.

After a moment, Matt Kai fell silent, his expectation quickly turning to confusion and shock. He held up a finger, stammering, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time, "You, you, I, I—"

Seeing Might Guy's astonished and flustered expression, Uchiha Sora smiled faintly and, resuming his familiar voice, teased, "What's wrong? So excited to see me? You can't even speak properly?"

"No!" Matt Kai snapped back to reality, his emotions running high, his voice unconsciously rising a few decibels. "How come you're empty?!"

Might Guy could hardly believe his eyes and ears. In his mind, the mysterious and powerful senior before him should be a weathered and wise man behind the mask. But he never expected that this senior, whom he could even call his idol, was actually his friend, Uchiha Sora!

A complex and indescribable emotion welled up inside him, and he felt somewhat distressed. They were all the same age, and he had long known that Uchiha Sora was the strongest among them, but he never imagined that the gap between them would be so vast, as if an insurmountable chasm stood between them.

He lowered his head in frustration, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists, muttering to himself, "Damn it, I was thinking of challenging you after I surpassed Kakashi."

Once he understood the difference in strength, he lost all desire to challenge anyone; wasn't he just asking for trouble?

Uchiha Sora looked at Might Guy and smiled, but a hint of melancholy flashed in his eyes. Everyone who had seen him was amazed by his immense strength, but only he himself knew how terrible his condition truly was.

"Ku, what do you need me for?" Might Guy quickly composed himself, shook his head, and did not press Ku about why he had not revealed his identity.

"Yes, there is something I need your help with," Uchiha Sora said softly. "If it's possible, could you teach me the Eight Gates?"

The Eight Gates are all incredibly powerful, each gate representing a significant leap in strength. While he probably couldn't open many gates with his current physical abilities, and even if he did, the effect of his second gate wouldn't be comparable to McKay's first, he knew in his heart that this was undoubtedly a shortcut to gaining power.

Moreover, as long as he can successfully open a gate, he can unleash powerful techniques like the Lotus Flower.

Might Guy frowned slightly, a hint of hesitation on his face. "Eight Gates? Learning this technique would be putting the cart before the horse for you, it's not very meaningful. This taijutsu demands extremely high physical strength and is extremely risky; the slightest mistake could cause irreparable damage to the body."

"I have my reasons. Just tell me if you can teach me, and I'll bear all the consequences myself."

"Yes." Might Guy looked into Uchiha Sora's eyes and finally nodded. Although the Eight Gates was a forbidden technique, and theoretically he shouldn't agree to it for Uchiha Sora's safety, Uchiha Sora had saved him many times, so he should agree to Uchiha Sora's request.

Uchiha Sora breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Might Guy's reply. He put his mask back on and said, "Thank you."

The group split up and returned to their camp, mainly because they didn't want others to discover that Might Guy's squad was connected to the Dark Side.

Uchiha Sora made a promise with Might Guy to teach him the Eight Gates tomorrow afternoon, if he didn't have a mission at that time.

A faint fragrance wafted over, and Uchiha Sora looked helplessly at Hyuga Ame, who had somehow appeared beside him. "Don't worry, I'm not hurt."

Ever since he woke up last time, every time he came back, Hinata Amane would appear beside him like a ghost to check if he was injured.

Hyuga Yu didn't believe him and started tearing at his clothes. Uchiha Sora quickly said something.

"Um, Hinata Ame, there's no need for this. Men and women shouldn't touch each other, it doesn't really matter to me, but if word gets out, it will damage your reputation—"

"I don't care." Hinata Ame's casual remark cut him off as he tried to continue, swatting Uchiha Karate's hand away and continuing to pull at his clothes.

"—" Uchiha Sora said through gritted teeth.

What can he do? The girl doesn't care anymore, so if he continues, it will only make him look bad.

"Tsk tsk, hiss, slurp—" A faint sound rang out.

Hinata Ame's movements suddenly stopped, her cold eyes looking towards a certain spot in the tent. Activating her Byakugan, she clearly saw the person peeking through a small hole poked in the tent.

Without the slightest hesitation, he unleashed a Bagua palm strike! Immediately following the strike, he blasted a large hole in the tent.

"Hey! We're all on the same side." A greasy voice came from outside the tent.

Everything happened too fast; by the time Uchiha Sora reacted, Hyuga Ame had already attacked.

He looked down at his disheveled clothes and thought to himself, "What kind of mess is this?" When he stepped out of the tent, he heard a lazy voice.

"Honestly, young lady, don't be so irritable, or no one will want you in the future." The man grabbed Hinata Ame's wrist, and she couldn't struggle.

Uchiha Sora recognized the newcomer by looking at the white, fluffy afro and the striking red robe.

Heroes come naturally.