0473 all is white paper politics (Ch 0473)

The Sandaime pulled out a brown paper bag from the drawer. “Three days. There are forty-seven files here. They are all outstanding ninjas above Chunin level who are not in fixed formations.”

When Dong Si took the file bag, the wind blew up the document with the Kumogakure logo on the corner of the table, revealing the name “Dodai”. He frowned slightly, unsealed the paper bag, and looked at it casually. On the first page, under the photo of Bai Yun’s scar in the morning, it was marked “Swordsmanship Rating A”.

“No Hinata, no Sarutobi, no Ino-Shika-cho, they are all people without big family backgrounds.” He flipped through Yuhi Kurenai’s file, and Hongdou’s resume was on the seventh page. “There are a few familiar faces.”

“We need to form an all-around team that can perform surveillance, protection, and combat.” Sandai, who worked overtime until late at night, felt a little sleepy. “Report to the Security Department before 8 o’clock tomorrow morning. You can carry out your work independently and implement the reform plan as soon as possible. The video recorder will be delivered to the Security Department tomorrow.”

“Your new team will be responsible for the daytime.” The Sandaime suddenly added, “The other two teams of Anbu will be responsible for night surveillance.”

In the archive room, the oil lamp cast Toushi’s shadow on the brick wall. He carefully read the ninja files provided by the third generation, and the turning of the paper occasionally disturbed the lamp.

All of the forty-seven candidates were young enough, and except for a few special jonin, they were all chunin. Their professional resumes were suspiciously simple – either they were civilians or from declining ninja clans, and they also had not made any significant contributions in the last Ninja World War.

“It’s all political blank slate…” As the moonlight passed over the Anbu surveillance point outside the window, Dong Si suddenly understood the Sandai’s intention – this team was not only used to temporarily keep an eye on the Kumogakure delegation, but also a new team of young people not involved in any faction.

When he turned to Baiyun’s morning file again, Dong Si raised his eyebrows. The dark gray ponytailed young man’s record column was densely packed: [87 B-level missions, 23 A-level missions, 100% mission success rate], and the three words “Vacuum Sword” were marked with the comments of the Fourth Hokage. When he saw [Once carried out the border guard mission of the Land of Hot Springs with Kakashi], the owl outside the window happened to make a humming sound…

As the sun rose, Toushi’s heels tapped on the marble steps of the police department. On the duty list, the name of “Uchiha Tetsuka” was circled three times in red pen, with a note next to it saying “fourth excessive enforcement this month.”

The aroma of rice and tea wafted from the duty room, and Tetsuka was sharpening bamboo sticks with a kunai. He half-closed his eyes, and when he glanced at the flame scroll in Dongsi’s hand, his eyelids trembled slightly: “The advisor wants to see the jokes of Uchiha instead of the duty records, right?”

Dong Si’s fingertips slid across the dusty corners of the filing cabinet and pulled out a yellowed duty log. Under the entry for September 3, next to the record of Tiehuo using fire escape to burn the melon-stealing boy, there was a petition with bloody fingerprints from the villagers.

“Last month, you were at the Dongjiao River, using illusion to interrogate the suspect in the drowning case.” Dong Si’s nails made dents under the words “caused mental disorder”. “The medical class’s diagnosis said that he will need three years to recover.”

Tiehuo suddenly inserted a bamboo stick into the duty watch, and sawdust splashed onto Dongsi’s chest: “To be kind to criminals is to be cruel to the villagers.”

The morning light penetrated the air window of the duty room, just covering the two people facing each other. Dong Si’s chakra line silently wrapped around the scroll rack behind Tie Huo, and with a rustling sound, thirteen conflict event records were spread out.

“Last July, you activated your Sharingan because the vegetable vendor was shortchanging you.” Dong Si held the scroll that rolled to his feet, “The other party was just an ordinary old man.”

Tiehuo clenched his fists…At this moment, footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor outside the duty room. Dong Si pushed open the sliding door first, and saw an old woman walking in with a vegetable basket, and muddy water seeped out from the bottom of the old basket.