"Your physical condition is pretty good."
Qingshui contentedly squeezed the muscles in his arm.
He really is someone who can stir up trouble all day long.
He didn't know what world this was, but who cared? First, he'd refine Chakra. Later, he'd see if he could use his family connections to forge some academic credentials. Then, he could leverage the Uesugi Clan's influence to enter the business and political spheres and acquire Fortune.
A perfect start!
...
...
The Naruto World.
After observing the world where he'd placed his Avatar for a few days, Qingshui lost interest.
It was too calm. Other than seeming to be set a bit earlier in time, nothing was happening!
At any rate, this Avatar's family background was excellent, providing a reliable way to acquire Fortune. At the very least, by following the established path, Qingshui wouldn't lose out.
And now, after the last major battle, the war between Sand Hidden, Konoha, and Rain Hidden had abruptly escalated into a fierce struggle.
The Second Great Ninja War had been ongoing for many years, with both sides being old rivals. Under the weight of fresh grievances and old hatreds, they were practically tearing each other apart.
The direct consequence of this was a shortage of manpower.
Too many people had died.
As a result, another group of ninja academy students graduated early this year to assist with logistics and other tasks.
As for the ninja academy students who had graduated early in the past, they had already become qualified cannon fodder.
"Well, another mission, huh?"
Qingshui leaned back in his seat, pulling his head out from a pile of documents, and looked at Fukami Senran with a pleasant surprise.
He had more work to do than Pakura or Baki.
This was because Chiyo had dumped some less important but troublesome and time-consuming documents onto Qingshui.
"Ah, a C-rank Mission. Escort supplies from Outpost Seven on the border with some newly graduated Genin."
Fukami Senran tossed the mission scroll in front of everyone.
This type of mission was relatively safe.
If those newly graduated Genin went to the battlefield, few would survive. In the early stages, they were given missions like this to gain experience and improve.
Gradual progression was the best way to maximize every bit of strength and uncover talent.
So, this kind of work was essentially like babysitting.
"Alright, I'll go notify Squad Nine to coordinate the documents. We'll set off immediately."
Baki clearly couldn't wait and ran off to call people.
"Remember to organize your ninja tools. Although it's a relatively safe mission, it's still a combat zone, and small enemy units occasionally make it behind the front lines. Don't skimp on preparations, and still be cautious."
Fukami Senran instructed.
Within minutes, Qingshui and the others had coordinated the details and were ready to depart.
There were many routes for transporting logistical supplies.
To prevent intelligence leaks that could lead to supplies being intercepted or destroyed during transport, the frontline commander would randomly choose a route each time supplies were escorted.
The return journey was also random. However, because everyone in the team was a Chunin or higher, and there wasn't much logistical baggage to hinder their movement, their pace was extremely fast. The four of them reached their destination in just three hours.
"I didn't expect it to be Jonin Senran this time."
At Outpost Seven, a burly middle-aged man with a full beard actively walked towards Qingshui and the others.
This was Hyakusoku, the captain of the outpost's garrison team, a Special Jonin.
"Jonin Hyakusoku."
Fukami Senran shook hands with Hyakusoku.
"Cough, cough, Jonin Senran, you're too kind. I'm not a proper Jonin yet."
Hyakusoku laughed, flicked his sleeve, and something rolled into Fukami Senran's hand.
"Jonin Senran, this is already my third application for Jonin, and the Kazekage Building still hasn't approved it. You see..."
Qingshui kept his eyes on his nose, his nose on his heart, pretending not to see.
Pakura looked up at the clouds, and Baki started counting non-existent ants on the ground.
"Hyakusoku,"
Fukami Senran's eyes narrowed. He used some method, and the item returned to Hyakusoku's hand.
Only then did Qingshui see clearly that it was a very small, miniature Sealing Scroll.
"Jonin promotion primarily depends on one's overall capabilities, Hyakusoku-kun. I know your strength is good, but as for a qualified Jonin... Of course, it's hard to say. After all, it's wartime. What if you make a great contribution, Hyakusoku-kun?"
Fukami Senran patted Hyakusoku's shoulder, chuckled, and pulled out the mission scroll again.
"Ah, that's true."
Hyakusoku maintained his enthusiastic demeanor, took the mission scroll, checked the hidden mark on it, and exchanged passwords with Fukami Senran. Only after completing the procedure did he wave his hand behind him.
"Handover complete! You can come out now!"
The outpost gate opened, and nine young Genin, around ten years old, ran out.
They were actually only about a year younger than Qingshui and Baki.
Behind them were several wagons loaded with supplies.
"Four wagons of supplies. The third wagon is the most important, because the bottom layer of boxes in it are filled with Sealing Scrolls. More than fifty percent of the critical military equipment is sealed in those scrolls. If the third wagon is secured, most of the supplies are secured."
Hyakusoku explained to Fukami Senran.
At the same time, the group of youngsters turned their attention to Qingshui and his team.
"Wow! Who are they? They don't look much older than us, so how are they Chunin already?"
"Wahahaha! Once I earn military honors for the village on the battlefield, I'll definitely become a Chunin quickly too! Then a Jonin, and finally the Kazekage!"
"You're bragging!"
Qingshui exchanged a helpless glance with Pakura and Baki.
"Um... were we like them when we first graduated?"
"No."
Pakura replied concisely.
Baki crossed his arms and blew a few off-key whistles that sounded worse than a crow's caw.
"I... I must have been better than them back then, right?"
Qingshui glanced again at these newly graduated Genin.
Every one of them had an innocent foolishness in their eyes, chattering loudly, exuding an air of inexperience.
"Um, beautiful senior, may I ask your name and get your contact information?"
A flashy young man with a slanted fringe and hands in his pockets darted over to Pakura, winking.
"Scram."
Pakura's reply was a single word.
"You..."
"Alright, kid, just honestly go and re-inventory the supplies with your companions."
Qingshui smacked the kid on the head.
"Damn it! How dare you do that to me! Don't you know my father is in the Ministry of Administration..."
"No, I don't. If you keep blabbering, I'll have someone warn your dad."
For some reason, the more Qingshui looked at this kid, the more annoyed he became, giving him another knuckle rap.
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