I founded the "Bragging Cult" in Naruto.

Chapter 568 There's usually one person in a team that nobody likes.

"Didn't we say we'd leave at 7:00? Fifteen minutes isn't enough time to get up, pack, and get together?"

Yekura looked at the ninja who had been assigned to notify everyone to assemble and depart with dissatisfaction. Of course, this dissatisfaction was not intentionally directed at him, but rather at the fact that the assembly had not been completed.

The Sand Ninja hesitated for a moment before saying, "Lord Yekura, the ninjas in the camp are all ready."

"If we're all ready, why can't we set off?"

Before the Sand Ninja could finish speaking, Pakura interrupted her with dissatisfaction. The Sand Ninja, feeling wronged, defended his "comrades" by saying, "Lady Pakura, you should know best that there are not only ninjas in our camp now."

Yecang was taken aback, then realized what was happening, but her expression became even more complicated. There was only one non-ninja member in the camp, and she had personally recruited him.

In other words, she, as the recruiter, had to take half the blame for the camp's inability to depart on time. Moreover, she had to smooth things over by saying, "Ahem, Mr. Ginpachi isn't a ninja, so his sense of time might not be as strong as ours."

"Let's wait a little longer and have the cooks prepare breakfast. Everyone can eat something before we set off."

Hopefully, the time it takes to eat breakfast will allow Mr. Ginpachi to prepare everything. Otherwise, if the entire camp waits for him alone, it will be a blow to both her and Mr. Ginpachi's reputation.

The Sand Ninja didn't respond immediately because he had spoken in a rather urgent tone when he went to inform them. He even saw many Sand Ninja swallow soldier pills on the spot, and he himself did the same.

We can only ask the cooks to prepare less food to avoid waste, especially during the day, as cooked food spoils within hours.

Meanwhile, inside another tent, a figure stretched but didn't get up from his sleeping mat. If the tent were opened at this moment, the Sand Ninja would surely discover that this person wasn't the Ginpachi they remembered, but...

Tatsuma Sakamoto of Konoha.

"I never imagined pretending to be asleep would be so tiring. Sure enough, the longer you sleep, the less energetic you feel."

Muttering to himself, Tatsuma struggled to sit up. Underneath the thin sleeping mat was soft sand, and after sleeping all night, his back was almost too weak.

He rubbed his face with both hands to refresh himself, then clasped his hands together and carefully began to refine his chakra.

He had forgotten how long it had been since he had refined chakra with such care. And the reason for this carelessness wasn't like that of ninja academy students, afraid of making a mistake that would cause chakra to flow erratically within their meridians; rather…

He was afraid that he might have accidentally extracted too much chakra.

Although the number is small, there are sensory ninjas under Pakura's command. If they were to refine chakra according to their original habits, it would probably cause an immediate commotion.

Aside from Jinchuriki, who have Tailed Beasts as a cheat code, Tatsuma has never seen anyone in the ninja world with more chakra than himself. Chakra quantity has become one of his distinctive characteristics.

Having extracted only about one-tenth of his usual chakra, Tatsuma stopped, and his clasped hands transformed into the Snake Seal.

At the same time, seedlings sprouted and grew on his body, transforming into a strange vine that covered his entire body. Then, the vine changed shape, turning him into another person.

"Wood Release: Wood Transformation!"

After completing the transformation, Tatsuma picked up a small mirror and checked himself against it. Only after confirming that his appearance matched his public persona for the past few days did he put the mirror away and put it on.

One of the advantages of Wood Release is its realism, because the Wood Release product is essentially a cell split by Tatsuma, and no sensory technique or observation method can detect the flaws in the Wood Release mimicry product itself.

Of course, if you use the Wood Transformation technique to transform into someone else that others are familiar with, then you might be able to see through them because of their behavior, habits, attitudes, and so on.

However, the "skin" that the transformation technique uses to deceive others is flawless. This applies to wood transformation, wood clones, and even techniques like the birth of a tree world can be made to resemble a natural forest as closely as possible, depending on the user's level of mastery.

After confirming that his appearance was not in any problem, Chenma opened the tent, hunched over, and walked out of the tent with the weak look of an adult. While rubbing his back, he gave a cold nod to the people around him.

"There's breakfast here?"

Without bothering to pack up his own tent, Tatsuma casually asked a Sand Ninja not far away, "What do you mean?" The Sand Ninja looked at him with a complicated expression, then pointed in the direction of the cooking squad.

Tatsuma walked over and took the remaining breakfast, but unlike the other ninjas, he didn't eat his breakfast while doing his assigned tasks.

Instead, he sat down at the makeshift kitchen worktable and began to eat breakfast slowly and deliberately.

When Yekura learned that Ginpachi had woken up and had breakfast, she rushed over and saw him looking like he had no appetite after a hangover, but was forcing himself to eat because of stomach discomfort. She gritted her teeth in anger.

I originally ate breakfast to wait for Mr. Ginpachi, but now I have to wait for Mr. Ginpachi to eat breakfast.

Even a cat with a decent appetite eats faster than Ginpachi!

The entire camp is now waiting for him. Because he has taken over the kitchen, the cooks are unable to clean up and can only continue to wait.

Suppressing her anger, Yekura approached Tatsuma, forcing a polite smile, and said suggestively, "Ginpachi-san, are you having breakfast? Isn't it getting a bit cold? After all, the rest of us have already finished eating."

"It's alright, it's actually easier to swallow when it's cold. If this awful food were piping hot, I can't even imagine how it would taste."

Tatsuma said disdainfully. Not far away, a member of the cooking squad holding a cleaver gripped the cleaver tightly. Yekura glared at him, and he managed to resist the urge to chop up "Mr. Ginpachi" and make it into a side dish.

This wasn't Chenma acting; it's just that the breakfast was genuinely awful, especially for someone who often eats just a bunch of bland, unseasoned food.

Although conditions on the battlefield are not as good as in the village, the food at the Konoha camp is much better. At least they are less fat, sugar and salt, and the food is not so dry that it is hard to swallow.

Most importantly, there won't be a single grain of sand in your mouthful of food.

Chenma ate only a third of the food before taking his hands off the plate, his eyes scanning the surroundings, and asking, "Do you have any tissues? And some water?"

Ye Cang had never heard of anyone going to the battlefield and needing to wipe their mouth with a tissue after eating. Did he think this was some fancy restaurant?!

However, she could only pick up the water cup hanging behind her waist. The wooden cup was covered with a rubber elastic lid, which barely prevented the water from splashing out.

But Yekura was reluctant to give the whole glass of water to Tatsuma. She only poured two small sips into the empty space on the plate before quickly putting the lid back on and saying, "The desert is not like an oasis. Please understand, Ginpachi-san."

Yekura thought Tatsuma was planning to drink some water to swish the food down his throat and continue eating, but

"I'm stuffed."

After finishing the water, which wasn't even enough to rinse his mouth, Chenma pushed away his plate, stood up, and stretched.

"So delicate!"

Yekura gained another understanding of "Ginpachi-san," while Tatsuma, oblivious to his surroundings, asked, "Didn't you say time was tight and we needed to gather and depart early? Why is the camp so lax?"

It's hardened, its fists are hardened!

Yekura said stiffly, "If Mr. Ginpachi is ready, we can set off at any time."

Suddenly, Yecang had a feeling that the reason he was trying to win over Ginpachi was not to help him, but to drag him down.

This guy must be someone sent by the enemy to cause trouble! In just one day, he's affected the entire camp like this; what will happen if it goes on for a few more days?

I'm afraid a mutiny will break out in the camp before the next battle. It's probably because Suna couldn't stand Ginpachi anymore and launched a "cleansing of the court" operation.

Under the remaining influence of Yekura, the members of the cooking squad barely managed not to riot. While tidying up the cooking camp, Tatsuma strolled back to his tent and found that his tent had already been folded and packed up.

"There are still more good people in the camp."

Tatsuma sighed, ignoring the murderous glares from the Sand Ninjas who were helping him pack up his tent. He hoisted the folded tent onto his shoulder and walked over to the supply team, placing his tent in a corner of the supply area.

He even tried to sit on the supply truck, but the camp had just finished resupplying and there were almost no empty seats. After several attempts, he could only shake his head and give up.

He then looked at the angry transport crew members and asked, "If my shoes wear out, can I come here to get new ones? By the way, I don't like open-toed shoes; they trap sand. Do you have any high boots?"

"Mr. Ginpachi, could you please come here for a moment?"

After comforting the cooks, Ye Cang came over and saw this scene. His forehead veins throbbed. He immediately called Tatsuma away, and the two went to a secluded spot. Ye Cang turned to him and said:

"Mr. Ginpachi, the conditions at the camp are indeed not very good. The responsibility of logistics is not to make the people in the camp live a comfortable and affluent life, but to support everyone to participate in the war without worry. I hope you will not make things difficult for them."

"Are the conditions at the camp really that bad?"

Tatsuma asked, puzzled. Seeing his curious, knowledge-seeking gaze, Yekura kept telling herself that Ginpachi-sensei simply lacked ninja common sense and shouldn't get angry. After much hinting, she calmly said:

"Mr. Ginpachi, our troops don't receive support from the daimyo. The daimyo allocates funds to villages, and the villages only provide support to our troops in terms of weapons and equipment, so..."

"So...you don't have any money?"

Tatsuma's tone became somewhat strange, carrying a sense of anger and grievance as he accused a scumbag. Yekura felt very uncomfortable, but could only nod in agreement.

Chenma remained silent for a while, then asked, "If you have gold, do you have a way to sell it or exchange it for other resources?"

"have."

Although unsure what "Mr. Silver Eight" meant, Yekura nodded. Gold has always been a hard currency, and while individuals might not be able to find large distributors, Yekura knew some.

Tatsuma nodded, then turned and said, "It'll be about half a month before your troops rotate with Rasa's troops, right?"

Yes, you.

"I'm going to get some gold from him. You should contact the gold buyers beforehand."

Tatsuma turned and left. Watching his retreating figure, Yekura suddenly had a very familiar feeling and subconsciously said, "Ginpachi-san."

"what?"

When Yekura turned back and saw those lifeless, dead fish eyes, her illusion vanished. She casually changed the subject, saying, "You're not going to never come back, are you?"

"Luo Sha isn't a beauty, so she doesn't attract me at all."

For some reason, upon hearing Ginpachi's words, Yekura suddenly felt a strange and complex emotion.

(End of this chapter)