I founded the "Bragging Cult" in Naruto.

Chapter 413 Weekly Check-in Report OA Approval: These Meaningless Processes Are Always Emphasized

"Has Lord Sakumo requested assistance?"

Based on what Shikaku and Minato said, Tatsuma also noticed something was wrong. Shikaku nodded and said, "Ten minutes ago, Inoichi just sent over the deciphered information."

Is it urgent?

Chenma frowned and began to check his equipment. Although he checked it every day before leaving home, checking it again before going on a mission was an essential procedure.

Aside from not wearing ANBU uniforms, he had all the other equipment with him. At this moment, Shikaku also spoke up: "It's not urgent, it's just a matter of being chased by a thousand Iwa ninja and two Jinchuriki."

Tatsuma rolled his eyes at him. Shikaku's personality, at least for now, still had a tendency to be sarcastic and unpredictable. Tatsuma took the documents Shikaku handed him and quickly flipped through them, while Minato stood beside him watching.

"I understand, I'll set off now."

Setting down the documents, Tatsuma calmed himself and began to sense his surroundings. Shikaku interrupted, "If you put on the mask, there won't be time to put on your clothes."

Is it necessary?

Tatsuma muttered a complaint. For the meeting, he was dressed very formally in a blue and white kimono embroidered with the Senju clan crest. Even with a mask on, his clothes and his silver-white curly hair would immediately give away his identity.

"As for the procedure, not wearing one is a violation, so we'll just go through the motions and wear one even if we don't want to."

Catching the Yaksha mask thrown by Shikaku, Tatsuma shook his head helplessly as he listened to his words. He hung the mask on his waist and then looked at Minato. Minato was not wearing his ANBU uniform, but a red and white tracksuit. He had also caught his owl mask.

Seeing Chenma's expression, he said helplessly, "It seems my identity is about to be completely exposed. Let's go."

"It's been a while since we've compared. With your talent and hard work, your mastery of the Flying Thunder God Technique should be extremely profound. How about we see who reaches it first?"

"it is good."

The two disappeared in an instant, leaving only a fleeting afterimage in their place. Lu Jiu shook his head helplessly, sat back down, and took out the team's roster.

The squad had seventeen members. The original squad leader died, reducing the number of members by one. Shikaku joined, bringing the total back to seventeen. Now that Tatsuma and Minato have left, there are fifteen members remaining. Excluding Shikaku himself, there are fourteen members.

This is all the personnel he can mobilize right now—only fourteen people. To complete all the cleanup work, Shikaku felt a chill run down his spine. Sure enough, anything associated with that bastard Tatsuma is bound to be troublesome.

As for the other four squads, one of them, Root, has been almost wiped out by Sakumo Hatake. The other two squads are now leaderless, and it's not easy for him, an ordinary member of the Anbu, to mobilize them.

"We can only make a plan with fourteen people for now. We'll ask Dad for more later."

Scratching his jagged hairline, Shikaku thought of his father, who was the class leader of the Jonin squad. Given their friendship and father-son relationship, asking for some Jonin shouldn't be too much to ask, right? After all, it was all for the sake of the village.

On the border between the Land of Grass and the Land of Fire, in a sparse forest, Sakumo Hatake leaned against a large tree, his left hand touching his waist, his face so weary that it would make anyone who looked at him sleepy.

His short, silver-gray hair was now dull and lifeless, covered in dust and dried blood. One ear was completely covered in blood, and judging from his slightly tilted head, it was clear that his injured left ear was affecting his hearing, forcing him to rely more on his right ear.

Beside them stood over thirty other wounded ninjas, all panting with fear on their faces. Hatake Sakumo tightened his grip on his short sword, White Fang, and turned to ask, "Has the distress call been sent out?"

A ninja holding a tattered communicator looked troubled. He shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Lord Sakumo, I'm not sure."

Hatake Sakumo glanced at the communicator, which was clearly affected by the ninjutsu, then looked at the ninja's back full of injuries, nodded, and said, "It should have been sent."

Everyone present knew that Sakumo Hatake was trying to comfort them, but they were hesitant to believe it. However, no one dared to say anything that might disrupt morale at this time.

"Lord Sakumo, they've tightened their encirclement; they're only five kilometers away. Should we break out?"

A ninja wearing sunglasses asked, and Hatake Sakumo thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I'm afraid the largest number of people are deployed in the southeast direction. Even if we break through, it's impossible to return to the Land of Fire."

"Lord Sakumo, we have already backed up all the information. You can just leave with the information."

"Yes, we can't escape together, but you can definitely escape on your own."

Listening to the cacophony of voices and seeing the deathly resolve on their faces, Hatake Sakumo turned his head away and said, "The village owes you all, and I must take you back."

"But."

"There's no 'but' about it. If I can't take you back, my son will probably look down on me for the rest of his life. Do you want me, as a father, to be looked down upon by my son?"

Sakumo Hatake smiled as he thought of Kakashi. A year has passed; Kakashi must be even taller now, right?

When the others heard him say this, they all shut their mouths. Only one or two people were still trying to persuade him, saying that bringing back intelligence was far more valuable than dying here together. But Hatake Sakumo ignored them and just took the time to rest.

After a while, he looked southeast, towards the Land of Fire, and murmured, "They're here."

Upon hearing this, the ninjas disregarded their injuries and assumed fighting stances. Hatake Sakumo stood up straight, his back leaving the tree, and immediately felt a bone-crushing pain.

"snort"

Sakumo Hatake groaned, gritted his teeth, and straightened up. The enemy hadn't arrived yet, and he dared not waste chakra to alleviate his pain. He had to use all his chakra in the battle.

In the distance to the southeast, hundreds of Iwa ninjas were closing in on them, while two Iwa ninjas were approaching at an even faster speed ahead of them; they were the jinchūriki of Iwagakure.

Unlike other ninja villages, the Four-Tails Jinchuriki, Rōshi, and the Five-Tails Jinchuriki, Han, are both mature and controllable Jinchuriki fighters who have participated in numerous missions and solved many problems for Iwagakure.

Therefore, when it was confirmed that the enemy was Hatake Sakumo, Onoki did not hesitate to send two people out. After all, no one else was really confident in defeating Hatake Sakumo unless his old bones came out of the ninja world again.

A short while later, Old Purple and Han arrived at the gathering place of Hatake Sakumo and the others. Standing on a tree not far away, the two looked down at Hatake Sakumo and said:

"Sakumo Hatake, surrender and tell us everything you know, and Iwagakure will not wage war against Konoha."

They were all people who knew Sakumo Hatake extremely well, or rather, there was no one in any of the major ninja villages who didn't know Sakumo Hatake. They knew that his weakness was the village, and using the safety and interests of the village to blackmail him was the most correct thing to do.

As for using the people present to threaten Sakumo Hatake? Even if Sakumo Hatake agreed, these Konoha spies who have been lying in wait for many years and whose original intentions have not changed would probably all commit suicide.

Upon hearing Old Purple's words, Hatake Sakumo's expression indeed darkened. Even though he knew that the two people in front of him were most likely deceiving him, and that Iwagakure would not dare to easily launch a war against Konoha, he was still worried.

"Lord Sakumo, do not believe his words. If you fall into their hands, Konoha will also launch a war against Iwagakure."

A Konoha ninja who knew Sakumo Hatake immediately spoke up, stopping Sakumo from having wild thoughts. He nodded, realizing that he had been influenced.

He flexed his right wrist, his white teeth gleaming in the sunlight. He looked up at Old Zi and Han and said:

"Iwagakure must have put in a lot of effort to train you two, right? If you two were to perish here, even Onoki would have a headache for quite some time."

As he spoke, the fierce light in his eyes and the murderous aura emanating from his body became unhindered. His astonishing aura even made the two Jinchūriki narrow their eyes, as if they were truly impacted by the invisible aura.

"It's not like your Konoha, which can't even train a single Jinchūriki. If you're not satisfied, let your Jinchūriki come out and fight us!"

Old Purple said arrogantly. At this moment, he had no beard on his face, and with his red hair, he was extremely flamboyant. However, the four tails in his body were looking around warily, afraid that this guy's boasting would implicate them.

There's a reason why Old Purple dares to say that. Mito Uzumaki's death is no longer a secret, but the new Jinchūriki is still uncertain. Although there are vague guesses, unconfirmed guesses are just false.

Nobody knows whether those hypocritical guys in Konoha are secretly training Jinchuriki to put a scapegoat in a suspicious position.

Sakumo Hatake said calmly, "As for you, we don't need Konoha to send out any Jinchuriki. After all, unlike the barren Land of Earth, the Land of Fire is very good at cultivating talent."

The previous Nine-Tails Jinchuriki didn't need to show his face for decades. In contrast, other villages wished they could use their Jinchuriki as their most handy weapon, since their villages weren't so extravagant as to leave a strong person idle.

This is a small sarcastic remark, but saying it in front of a Jinchūriki can easily cause displeasure and resentment.

Both Lao Zi and Han frowned. Lao Zi's tailed beast chakra surged, and his dark red chakra cloak gradually covered his body. Han's steam armor, on the other hand, was emitting white smoke.

"Are you going to make your move?"

The thought flashed through everyone's mind, and they couldn't help but tense up. Even Sakumo Hatake gripped his short sword, White Fang, tightly. His current state was not optimistic in facing two Jinchuriki.

"Fire Release: Garuda!"

Old Purple unleashed three fire dragons wreathed in the chakra of the Tailed Beasts, attacking Hatake Sakumo. Hatake Sakumo took a deep breath, his chakra surging rapidly. Just as he was about to strike, he sensed a familiar chakra.

"Water Release: Water Horn Technique!"

Just next to Hatake Sakumo, a figure suddenly appeared, put his hands together, and a surging jet of water spewed out, directly extinguishing the fire dragon spewed out by Rōshi.

"Tatsuma?!"

Upon seeing Tatsuma, Sakumo Hatake's face lit up with joy, and the Konoha ninja behind him also breathed a sigh of relief. The next moment, another figure appeared.

"As expected, I was still a little slower than you."

Minato conceded defeat. After hearing a "ding" sound from within his body, Tatsuma focused his attention on the two Jinchuriki not far away and said, "As expected of the Tailed Beast Jinchuriki, they actually have such powerful chakra."

However, chakra alone is useless; your Iwa ninja's operation today is destined to fail.

"Hmph! Do you think you can escape? White Demon and Golden Flash."

A large amount of steam was emitted from Han's armor, while Chenma glanced at Minato, who instantly understood and quickly formed hand seals.

"Shadow Clone Technique!"

Four shadow clones appeared, and together with Minato himself, they sent the five spies away. Tatsuma looked at Han with a leisurely air and said, "Your steam train is really too slow; it's a product of the last century."

"Let's have a crash then!"

"OK."

Chenma finally lowered his clasped hands, and an orange-red immortal mask gradually appeared on his face.

(End of this chapter)