0475 early morning discussion (Ch 0475)

Inahori turned his head and saw Yashiro and Tiehuo both shaking their heads slightly.

“First, take a look at the patrol records of Tiehuo and I today, and then think about your own law enforcement situation.” Dong Si walked away without looking back, leaving behind a sentence, “You can’t just rely on fists to solve problems, unless you are just venting your anger instead of fighting for what you really need…”

When the handover took place in the evening, the seven complete records from Toushi were already lying in the director’s office. Fugaku’s fingertips lingered on the “Sharingan not used” column for a long time, and the sunset outside the window dyed half of his face dark red.

Dong Si looked at the silhouette on the window from a distance and breathed a sigh of relief. “I have given you a sample. Let’s see if there is anyone with a normal mind who can calm down and think about it…”

Dusk permeates the commercial street of Konoha. The soles of Touji’s shoes are still stained with mud from the pickle jar. Red Bean sticks her head out of the three-color meatball shop, and the sauce on the bamboo skewer drips onto the table.

“Special Operations Team?” Hongdou poked the last two meatballs on the plate with a bamboo stick. “Let me make it clear first. You will reimburse me for the meatballs during the mission.”

Xihihong wiped the sauce stains on the table and said, “I need to know the schedule. I have a private student who has to take two hours of lessons every day…”

Dong Si reached out and grabbed the last meatball on the plate while saying, “Three shifts, but my team only works from 8am to 4pm. The Yunyin envoys are staying at the state guesthouse south of the commercial street. They will start watching the front hall and side door tomorrow.”

Grandma Jiang Yu handed over the oil-paper bag and said, “Hongdou girl, this is on credit…”

“And Miss Yuhi Kurenai’s wasabi takoyaki, Red Bean’s treat…” Dong Si signed generously on the account book, “Together, let’s record the account of the Hokage’s office…”

When the street lamps illuminated the training ground, the patterns of the creeper on the wire mesh trembled in the evening breeze. Dong Si returned the Changfeng Sword that he had borrowed for viewing to Bai Yunzaojian, and the light reflected from the blade passed over the scar on the other’s right lip.

“It’s not too late to regret now.” She had her hair tied up in a sword-shaped bun in the morning, and her dark gray ponytail swayed in the wind.

Dong Si tightened the forehead guard again: “It’s my turn to say this.”

“If you ask me, it would be much easier to just get them drunk and carry them away.” The crisp sound of Hongdou biting off a bamboo skewer could be heard from the audience.

The newly arrived Nachi Masaru and Ise Tunna squatted on the steps to share a roasted sweet potato. Yuhi Kurenai leaned against a wooden stake and waited quietly, watching the two of them spar.

“I’ve heard that Kazesatsura’s body-flash technique is comparable to that of the demigod Hanzo.” Zaojian’s sword tip dropped to the ground, “but my vacuum sword is good at countering dodges.”

Chakra floated on Dong Si’s body: “What a coincidence, I am best at making common sense ineffective.”

There was a sudden sound of breaking wind. The moment Zaojian disappeared, Dong Si’s mud-like left palm slapped behind him. The moment Changfeng Sword cut through the mud, Dong Si’s real body appeared three meters away, and seven shurikens blocked Zaojian’s retreat.

“Ding!” The Changfeng Sword danced into a silver circle, and all the hidden weapons flew away. Dong Si’s instant body trajectory left an afterimage on the training ground, and each time he landed, he accurately avoided the aftermath of the [Vacuum Blade]. In the flying sand and dust, the two figures were so fast that they left two blurred afterimages.

Nachi spat out the sweet potato skin and said, “Open the market? I bet Toushi can smear his face with mud escape.”

Tunna pushed his glasses up: “Based on the chakra consumption, Zaojian-kun’s vacuum sword can still be maintained…”

Hongdou suddenly threw a bamboo stick into the field: “Stop talking! If you want to fight, just fight!”

The moment the bamboo stick touched the residual power of the [Vacuum Blade] and shattered into powder, Dong Si suddenly stopped. The tip of the sword in the morning was against his throat, but it felt unusually soft – mud was spreading from the tip of the sword to the blade.

“You lose.” Dong Si’s kunai pressed against Zao’s back.

The mud substitute collapsed. Zao drew his sword and retreated violently, and the [Vacuum Blade] swept across Dong Si’s new foothold. When the ground was plowed into a half-meter deep ditch, the real Dong Si had already leaped high into the air across the sword wind, and the mud wrapped in gravel poured down like rain.