Chapitre 301: CH_8.36 (301)
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A dirty wild boar trudged out of the woods, looking around the flat meadow for any predators. When it decided the field was clear, the boar found a good patch of grass and put its snout down to get food in his belly. While scarfing down the grass, it felt the presence of something in the surroundings and snapped up its head,preparing to bolt into the woods at the first sign of trouble.
The meadow, however, was empty and thus safe. The boar was cautious but returned to eating only to hear the crunch of grass. That was all it could process, as by the time it registered the human rising from the ground, a precise strike to the head ended its life in an instant.
"Funds secured," Takuma said to himself.
It was the middle of the second day, and he had yet to reach the first checkpoint. He lifted the dead boar and settled it over his shoulder, and while it would be more than difficult for an average person to lug around, it wasn't much for a shinobi like him. He wasn't planning to butcher the boar to get the meat because he could not preserve it for his five-day journey.
This was why he had planned a detour and routed his course through a nearby unrelated village before reaching the first checkpoint town. He would sell the boar in that village, giving him enough to eat and board comfortably in the checkpoint towns. It added to his time, and made it so that he would cut it close before reaching the first checkpoint town, but yielded greater benefits in the end.
He could have hunted near the first checkpoint town and sold the catch there, but he didn't want to give the other candidates any ideas. He didn't want to gather attention to him and make himself a target in the future, so it was better to stay under the radar as long as possible.
In half an hour, Takuma found himself in a village with a population size of around a couple hundred people. It was a place where everyone knew everyone, so the moment he stepped into the settlement, people stared—though it might have just been the strange tactical gear.
As they whispered, Takuma approached an old man sitting at a roadside tea shop.
"Good day. May I know where I can find a butcher?" Takuma shrugged his shoulders, bearing the boar. "I want to sell my hunt."
"You can go down the road from here and take the second turn to your right," said the old man before asking: "Are you a shinobi, boy?"
Takuma nodded before a thought came to mind. "Did someone dressed like me pass through here today?" he asked.
"Not that I know of."
The question didn't raise any suspicions of his; it was close enough to the Hidden Leaf that the town might see a shinobi every month, so it was a good sign that he was the only one taking the route.
He thanked the old man before making his way to the village butcher, who immediately purchased the wild boar from him. They were in the boonies, so the food prices were much lower, and even then, Takuma gave the butcher a good deal because he wasn't trying to make a profit.
When he left the shop, many villagers gathered to look at him as though he were the entertainer of the week, which he supposed he was, given his getup.
And seeing that he had an audience, he asked, "Where can I buy some clothes?"
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Igabi Kyusu sat in a pub at the first checkpoint town. It was attached to the town's biggest and only inn. By his estimates, he had been one of the first people to arrive at the town but had remained there as others moved on.
He had no interest in completing the journey first or even being in front of the pack. The sole passing criterion was to complete the journey in the allocated time, which was his goal, but he wanted to be in the middle of the pack just to be safe.
Kyusu had stayed to get a measure of his competition—to see who was thirsty or worried enough to get first and those who had decided just to complete the task. Seventeen candidates had left the Hidden Leaf village, and he had spotted twelve of them during his time in the town. The rest of them had either reached and left the town before his arrival, or hadn't arrived yet—which seemed less likely because more than enough time had passed to reach the first checkpoint lazily.
Currently, four candidates, including him, had booked rooms in the inn, and two more were boarded elsewhere. It was only the second day, so many candidates had chosen to move on from the town right after getting their stamps.
Kyusu glanced at a woman sitting alone in the corner. She was the ANBU staff member responsible for stamping the candidates' papers. The included notes didn't give them any clue about her location, but it was quite easy to find her.
What had given her away to him was that, despite being in a pub, not one man had tried to hit on her when she was sitting alone. If that wasn't enough of a giveaway, the barman always glanced at her from time to time to see if she was still there.
A figure walked through the pub's front door. He was wearing the gear ANBU had given the candidates. Kyusu, dressed in civilian clothes, leaned into his chair and brought his drink to his lips as he observed the late newcomer. The candidate only had his black balaclava on, but Kyusu had memorised other candidates' body shapes and general appearance to know that the figure was Number #13.
The split between those who continued to cover their faces and those who ditched their masks was half-and-half. Kyusu had kept his face hidden and even found a pair of unassuming civilian clothes to spy on people without gaining attention.
A masked man attracted attention, causing people in the pub to stare. The exam candidates had become the talk of the town as more than a dozen masked people had passed through their little town, and some were even renting a room at the inn for the night.
Number #13 swept his eyes throughout the pub a couple of times until he spotted the ANBU staff. He approached her and very publicly, without speaking a word to confirm, put his stamp paper on the table before her, confident that she was from ANBU. The woman smiled as she pressed the stamp against his paper.
Kyusu guessed Number #13 would stay in town for the night and leave at dawn like the other candidates. Technically, it was dangerous for the candidates to live in the same building, as it increased the risk of having their stamp papers destroyed, but there was an unspoken understanding between those hanging back that they didn't need to be at each other's throats.
Of course, that didn't mean that they could be completely at ease like fools. Unspoken understanding meant nothing if someone got greedy and decided to strike in the slumber hours—which was why Kyusu had decided to keep tabs on all candidates in the town.
Number #13 sat down at the bar between two civilians, one of whom shifted away to put a little more distance between them. The pub was too loud for Kyusu to hear the conversation between the barman and Number #13, but he could guess that they were talking about a room for the night.
From what Kyusu knew, there were a couple of rooms free, but it was up to Number #13 if he wanted to live in the same building as other candidates or find someplace else—which would've been easier if he had entered the town earlier in the day—small towns like this shutdown much earlier than big cities.
It seemed that Number #13 had decided to look for another place, so Kyusu got up to find where he was boarding for the night. As he headed to the door, he looked back at the bar just in case and saw the ANBU staff faintly smiling at him. He gave her no response and exited the pub a second after Number #13, only to find no sign of him on the street. Even shinobi's favourite, the rooftops, were empty.
Where did he go? Kyusu wondered before he stepped into a shallow puddle of water with mud underneath that caked his feet.
"Ah, shit," he groaned.
He considered going around to see if he could spot Number #13 but decided against it. Instead, Kyusu just made a note of him in his mind. Someone not trying to be first didn't mean they weren't serious—everyone was gunning for the same job, and sooner or later, they would have to step into the competition regardless of how they preferred things.
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At the bar, Takuma, dressed in second-hand casual clothes he had picked up earlier in the day, glanced at the man who had just left the pub and was now standing in front of the building. He seemed to be a candidate stalking the pub to look for other candidates. It was evident that he would have eyes on him when he reached the first checkpoint town, so he changed into civilian clothes, hid his backpack and most of his weapon—which made him feel utterly uncomfortable—and then entered the pub to scout the busiest part of the town to see if the ANBU staff member was inside.
If he didn't leave the pub in fifteen minutes, it was a signal for the Water Clone he had created beforehand to enter with the ANBU candidate gear appearance. He found the staff member almost instantly. She was sitting alone at a table meant for four; even though she was dressed casually, she was a little bit too put together, with a demeanour slightly different from the rest of the townsfolk.
Takuma reckoned those were subtle hints for candidates with a keen eye. He watched his water clone complete the stamp and sat down beside him at the bar, where they exchanged possession of the stamp paper.
The moment the Water Clone entered the pub, while everyone was looking at him, Takuma was looking at them. A masked weirdo made a lot of heads turn, but only a few people then turned to look at the ANBU staff member—some of those who turned looked at her because other candidates wearing gear must've approached her, but there would also be a couple who were candidates.
He immediately spotted a candidate because of their straight posture despite having three sake bottles on the table. But his suspicions were confirmed when he followed the clone outside. Knowing a candidate's face wasn't valuable information yet, but that could change in the future—so, Takuma memorised his face in case he needed to spot it in a crowd.
He waited for another fifteen minutes before leaving the pub to sleep in another place he got for half the price of the inn.
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As the sun rose to its apex on the third day, the candidates who had been travelling without taking breaks at night started to arrive at the final location: a hunting outpost on the edge of a large cover of woods.
The first one to arrive was Number #6, Karo Jinzatan, who had pulled an overnighter between the first and second day, having only got four hours of sleep the night before. The moment he saw the ANBU mark spray-painted on the side of the cabin, all energy left him as he knew he had reached his destination.
It was by fast the farthest he had travelled in the last three days—and he had completed an emergency delivery mission with lives at stake if he was late.
He was utterly exhausted.
The area was absolutely beautiful, with a lush, deep forest on one side and mountains in the distance on the other side. He could even hear a bubbling stream nearby. Jinzatan wasn't a man who enjoyed the wilderness, but he thought he wouldn't mind staying a couple of days at the cabin.
With over two days to enjoy himself while all the candidates caught up, it seemed like the thing to do. The cabin door opened, and an unfamiliar ANBU-nin with a leopard's mask stepped out. She was dressed in standard ANBU gear but didn't have any weapons on her. It looked like she had been relaxing until he arrived.
"Ah, we have our first arrival. Congratulations, you're the fastest. What number are you?"
"Six, ma'am," Jinzatan replied.
"Call me, Leopard. Okay, Six, give me your stamp; let's see if you did it properly because you came here mighty fast," said Leapord.
Jinzatan proudly presented his stamp, which was a picture of Hokage Mountain with the Hidden Leaf village in the foreground. Each stamp was a single-colour layer, which, when laid one atop the other, completed the picture.
"There's one layer missing," said Leopard.
"Impossible. I went through all four checkpoints and got the stamps," Jinzatan immediately protested.
"I know, I know, no need to get anxious and combative. The missing stamp is from the final location," Lowe chuckled.
Jinzatan cleared his throat to hide how embarrassed he felt. He had nearly become angry in front of an ANBU-nin during the assessment.
"Unfortunately, I don't have the final stamp with me. It's on the other side of this forest back with my colleague... If you sprint straight through, it'll only take you ten minutes to reach the other side. Run along and get your stamps complete," Leopard said with a light tone, but there was something openly hidden behind it.
A weight settled in Jinzatan's chest as he looked at the forest, which got darker the deeper he stared into it. He wasn't an idiot and knew that the run through the forest wouldn't be a victory road stroll. If he had to guess, there was something waiting for him inside which would stop him from crossing through.
"Sure, I will get to that," said Jinzatan. "It's beautiful here, isn't it? I hear a stream nearby. I'm really sweaty and smelly. I should go there and take a dip."
"Sure, that's a good idea, but do it after you get the stamp completed. Go... right now," said Leopard with a firmness in her voice.
Jinzatan put on a tight smile before walking into the woods. He looked back and saw Leopard staring at him, and she continued to do so until he disappeared.
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It had been three minutes since Jinzatan had entered the forest, and he had faced no opposition. Maybe that would've relieved others, but he had been more nervous with each passing second. He could hear the noise of the forest and the voices of the animals—it was simultaneously silent and deafening, putting him on edge.
I should hurry, he told himself and picked up speed
But the moment he put pressure on his foot to push off, a trio of kunai emerged from a thicket and thumped into a tree beside him. Jinzatan instantly started sprinting while throwing zig-zag routes through the trees to make himself a difficult to hit. He located a thick branch and jumped, only to get kicked in the back while he was in mid-air. As he fell, he turned his head only to catch a glimpse of a greenish-brown robe disappearing between the trees. He course-corrected, knocking his ribs against a tree but managed to regain his balance just before he landed on the ground.
His senses were stretched taut as he knew and understood that there was an ambush waiting for him in the forest. He needed to cross it and get out as soon as possible before they got their hands on his stamp paper.
But as Jinzatan's feet touched the ground, two arms burst out from the ground and tried to grab his legs. If not for his quick reaction, he would've been pulled into the ground. He jumped to avoid the hands wanting to drag him down, and when he looked down, there was no one there except for two, arm-shaped holes.
He landed on a thick branch and pressed his back into the trunk before looking around. There were woods in every direction without a sign of it ending in sight.
And even though he couldn't see them, Jinzatan knew they were there.
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Chapitre 302: CH_8.37 (302)
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ANBU-nin codenamed Leopard reclined on a patio chair inside the cabin deck with a thin, gauze-like cloth spread over her face. She hated wearing her mask when relaxing and, even though she was at work, it felt like a vacation because all she had to do was 'supervise'.
"Ma'am."
Leopard didn't bother to pull the cloth down as one of her subordinates for the duration of the assessment process appeared beside her. He was dressed in green-and-brown robes and his gear and ANBU mask were painted in dark forest colours to disguise them further into their surroundings.
"Oh, is it over?" she asked, mundanely.
"Six's stamp paper has been destroyed."
"Unfortunate. How did he do?"
"He was too exhausted to survive past the halfway mark."
The task asked the candidates to cover the distance under an allocated period. The ANBU expected the candidates to race for the first position in an attempt to showcase their ability, and there was nothing wrong with that. However, all candidates had been told that the assessment process would last around two weeks, so the ANBU expected them to realise that they needed to be ready to face challenges during that time.
Exhausting themselves to come first even though the passing criteria simply asked them to be there before a deadline was an illogical move. If the entire assessment had been considered a mission, Number #6 would not have been able to complete it due to poor decision-making. They were testing the candidates' decision-making abilities when given limited information. The candidates didn't know what would happen after they reached the final location or if they would be given a rest after completing the task—they needed to be in a condition to continue and face anything that was thrown at them.
Even though getting a stamp at the four checkpoints was as easy as finding the person with the stamp—it didn't mean they shouldn't be prepared for the unexpected. The task wasn't meant to be a puzzle where the game dropped hints regarding what was coming. It was intended to be similar to an actual mission where things often went wrong without notice, and agents were required to be prepared to handle them.
"He asked if he could bring another stamp paper for another try," said the subordinate.
"Show him the way out and send him home," she said. The candidate had to enter the woods immediately upon reaching the cabin, and there was no going back once they entered.
Leopard enjoyed half an hour of silence and peace until another candidate arrived at the cabin. She groaned as she put her mask on before pulling herself off the patio chair and walking down the steps to greet the new arrival.
Number #7, Hyuga Kojuro.
According to the file, he was nearly eighteen years old and had been a chunin for almost four years. He had the typical pale Hyuga skin, white Byakugan pupils, and shoulder-length seaweed green hair. He wasn't wearing his balaclava mask because it was useless; his eyes gave him away instantly anyway—but he wore a sash around his forehead to hide it.
Even with his eyes hidden, his face looked like he hadn't smiled in a decade and had lost the ability to do so somewhere along the way.
"Welcome, Seven," she said. "Congratulations on reaching the final destination. Show me your stamp paper to confirm that you stopped by the checkpoints." Kojuro presented his stamp paper with four stamps. "Excellent. However, there's one more stamp remaining that you need to get. That stamp is across the forest. It will take ten minutes to pass through the woods, so go and get that stamp."
The Hyuga didn't ask her any questions and gazed at the forest for a few seconds before silently heading inside.
"Not a talkative one, is he." She sighed before returning to her chair to rest. It was tough work being an ANBU-nin.
Fifteen minutes later, a subordinate came over to notify her that Hyuga Kojuro had successfully passed through the woods.
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At the fourth checkpoint town, Number #1 and Number #9 sat together in a restaurant for a midday meal. The two shinobi had teamed up and promised to look after each other for the task's duration. They had arrived at the town two hours ago and were resting before proceeding to the final location.
"I bet there's going to be some catch at the final location," said Number #9 as he set down his chopsticks over an empty bowl.
"Absolutely. This entire thing's been too easy," replied Number #1.
"I looked at the stamp paper carefully. The stamp isn't complete yet. I think there's going to be some twist with that."
"There's a town nearby, but the final location is some distance away." Number #1 pointed on the map sitting between them on the table. "Maybe getting the final stamp won't be as easy as walking up to the person. There's a pocket of woods beside the location. I reckon it will be something like finding the final stamp bearer in those woods—or something like that, anyway."
"Hmm," Number #9 nodded. "We should scout the location in secret before openly showing ourselves. It'll be better if we know something before walking into whatever the ANBU has planned for it."
There was silence on the table. Number #9 looked up when he didn't get a reply and saw Number #1's eyes swimming over the map with a furrow between his eyes.
"Something wrong?" asked Number #9.
"Uhmm, no, nothing. I was just thinking about something," Number #1 leaned into his chair with a sigh before standing up. "I'll go wash my hands."
"Sure, I'll pay up," said Number #9. He waited until Number #1 was out of view before looking at the map to see if he had missed something. Even though they had allied with each other, they were still competitors, and he didn't want to be at a disadvantage by not knowing something the other guy had found.
As Number #9 poured over the map, Number #1 walked over to the washing sinks in the corner, but instead of washing his hands, he patted around his body and reached into the pockets and pouches until he found his stamp paper.
"Found it," he whispered with an elated smile—before ripping the stamp paper into a few pieces and slipping them back into the same pocket.
He washed his hands and then returned to the front of the store, where Number #9 was waiting for him after he had paid their bill.
"Ready to leave?"
"Yes, let's go."
They left the store and were walking when Number #1 suddenly stopped in the middle of the road.
"Huh, h-how did we..."
He looked bewildered, immediately taking out a kunai while looking at the townsfolk as though they were in danger. Mostly to scare the hell out of them as being near a shinobi fight was equal to forfeting their lives.
"Woah, what are you doing?" asked Number #9, stepping away.
Number #1 immediately reached into one of his pockets, panic gripping his face, only to freeze for a moment before pulling out ripped pieces of his stamp paper with a shaky hand. He looked up at Number #9. "...What d-did you do?"
"Come on, man. I didn't do anything," said Number #9, but he took out his kunai because he knew it wasn't going to end well.
"You will pay!" Number #1 yelled as he charged at Number #9, triggering panic in the street as the townsfolk scattered.
Inside the teashop across from the restaurant, a girl dressed in a long skirt and a plain top rested her head in her arms on the table as though she was sleeping. She opened her eyes and sat up with a soft sigh before picking up the warm cup of tea to take a sip.
A moment later, a mischievous smile along with a giggle appeared on Number #3, Yamanaka Amami's face as the commotion broke out
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The sun was about to set on the third day, and Number #17, Orikashi, was on his way to the fourth checkpoint town. He was a chunin in his late twenties who had participated in the Third Shinobi World War and had been posted at the Hidden Leaf Village during the Nine-Tails incident. He had been through a lot during his career, so when the ANBU showed interest in him, he knew he deserved an offer. To ensure that the ANBU didn't make a mistake by missing out on him, he decided to help them out by eliminating undeserving candidates.
He started by stalking one of his prey straight from the Hidden Leaf Village. On the second day, he caught them in a trap before ripping their stamp paper and destroying most of their gear. On the third day, he laid ambush on two separate candidates and jeopardised their positions by freeing them of their stamp papers.
It prevented him from being first in the task. However, he considered this an acceptable trade-off as it was still early in the assessment process, and he would have other opportunities to showcase his abilities to the ANBU. As he made his way to the fourth checkpoint town, he planned on finding one more prey in the town to hunt and take out of the game.
In truth, he wanted to target more, but he didn't actually have the time to do so if he wanted to reach the final location with some contingency time in case the ANBU had something planned.
I could cut out other undeserving ones in future tasks, thought Orikashi. There were young shinobi among the candidates who weren't good choices for the ANBU due to their lack of experience. He had already done three of them a favour by eliminating them early so they wouldn't get their hopes up.
As Orikashi was running along the road, he looked back when he heard a noise and saw a candidate closing in on him at a quick pace. He didn't know the candidate's number but recognised the mask with the red and yellow swirl pattern. He had seen the man from close at the office building in Hidden Leaf Village, and he was absolutely enormous.
His instincts told him that interacting with this man would be bad, so he picked up the pace to put some distance between them—but the man had closed the distance between them in five minutes and was only a few dozen metres behind him.
Orikashi realised that the man was trying to catch up to him, and seeing that he couldn't outrun him, he decided to face the guy to see what he wanted.
"I notice you trying to catch up to me. May I know how I can help you, friend," he asked, noticing the massive afro on the man's head, which wasn't noticeable before because of the balaclava.
"I have been—"
Orikashi didn't give him a chance to speak and rushed him with his kunai to gain an advantage with an element of surprise. The man dodged the kunai strike, but Orikashi pushed on stringing one strike after another, leaving no opportunity for a counter. Not a single one made contact. The large, muscle-bound man was light on his feet and gracefully dodged all his attacks with minimal movement.
Orikashi switched tactics by pulling back to attack with ninjutsu—but the moment he tried to do so, the man shifted into an offensive stance to launch a palm strike to the chest within the span of half a second.
Orikashi crossed his hands to block the palm strike only to feel a bestial strength assault his body, sending him flying to the woods lining the road. He barely regained control of himself as he smashed through a tree and immediately hid in the foliage, abandoning the idea of facing him head-on. He erased his presence and patiently waited for the man to walk into the woods to launch an ambush.
A few seconds passed, but there were no signs of the man, which made Orikashi nervous from not having his opponent in his view. Just as he thought about moving, he heard the leaves shuffle behind him and looked back to see the man jumping at him.
When did he get behind me?!
The man stabbed Orikashi just underneath the shoulder blade and left a kunai in his back. Orikashi turned around mid-air and launched a volley of shuriken, thinking the man would be coming after him, but he was absent.
When Orikashi landed on the ground, he realised their positions had changed. He was now on the ground, and his opponent was in the position to attack from stealth. He bit back a groan as he pulled out the kunai that was digging into his back and made a quick decision to abandon the fight and flee.
A part of his brain told him to take care of the situation because it was sure to become a problem later on—but seeing how their fight had turned out till now, he was at a disadvantage and would fare better under other circumstances. He also didn't want to get injured to the point where he could no longer compete in the assessment.
Orikashi took out the smoke bombs he had stolen from his prey and threw them to the ground to create a smokescreen to create an opportunity to escape. He immediately ran in the opposite direction from the fourth checkpoint town because anyone would assume he would go toward the town—and it seemed to work as he ran without any sign of the man for a full couple of minutes.
However, as he jumped toward a tree branch, his eyes caught the glint of a kunai stuck in its base. The explosive tag attached to it was already burning, and exploded when he stepped onto the branch. He lost his balance and was blown away at the same time, crashing head-first into a tree, the impact of broke against his skin, causing him to bleed.
Orikashi realised that in an attempt to avoid the fight to not get injured, he had gotten even more hurt. As he ran, he had a decision to make—continue to flee or take the fight. The man stepped out from behind a tree Orikashi was running toward.
Hiss fists were glowing with a yellowish-red tint that looked like some sort of Fire Release ninjutsu. Too fast to stop, Orikashi ran right into a body-blow. The man's fist pressed all the air out of his body, but before he could gasp, a compact explosion smashed him into the ground.
"Three people attacked me today to take my stamp paper," said the man, his voice muffled behind his mask. "I asked them how they lost theirs—and they all gave me a description that matched you."
"So wh-what? T-This was w-what—reven-n-ge?" asked Orikashi, finding it absurd.
"Revenge? They attacked me. Why would I take revenge for them," the man scoffed. "This was supposed to be a simple task; there was no reason to mess with others—but of course, there are always people like... I'm not doing this for revenge; I'm doing this because I don't like you, you fuck."
Orikashi opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the man kicked him in the head, knocking him out.
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Number #10, Sonaba Yazo, burned the three stamp papers he found on the man he had just knocked out. He could've returned the stamp papers to the victims, but that would've required him to travel back to the previous checkpoint towns—and he wasn't going to do that for people who had attacked him, even though he understood why they had done it.
Eliminating competition was all well and good, but only when necessary. There was no need to go after each other during the current task, so it really bothered him when he found that someone had targeted not one, or two, but three candidates for the sake of competition.
It pissed him enough to go after the guy. Yazo looked down and sighed before slinging the prick over his shoulder. It wasn't right to leave him alone in the woods, so he was going to take him to the next checkpoint town and leave him in the care of the ANBU staff member.
Just like he had done with the three other candidates who had attacked him.
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As the third day ended, Takuma laid his sleeping bag in an empty room he had rented inside some guy's house for the night to avoid the inns at the third checkpoint town. He had crossed two checkpoints without any obstacles and was planning to do the same the next day with the goal of arriving at the final location before sunset.
From the village chatter, apparently, someone had dumped three injured shinobi in the town. It wasn't surprising, given how the rules were written, but it was still a matter of concern as he was sure a considerable number of candidates would be looking to recover the stamp papers they had lost by taking others'.
If he didn't play it carefully, he would be pulled into that conflict irrespective of his wishes.
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