OBS Chapter 526 Imp
Chapter 526 Imp
"You want me to help you steal the Book of Seals?" The man's voice was filled with disbelief. "Kid, do you know what you're saying? That's a forbidden item for the Hokage! Are you trying to defect? And you want to drag me down with you?" He could feel a faint, metallic, and bloody taste spreading in his mouth.
“No, no, no,” Zhang Hai shook his finger, a kind and innocent smile on his face. “I never said I was going to defect. I just asked you to steal it. Once you’ve stolen it, it’s mine, that’s all.”
"Why should I trust you?" The man, Leng Yu, stared intently at Zhang Hai. "I steal the item, hand it to you, and then you just walk away. What do I get? Or are you going to sell me to Konoha's Anbu after you get the item?" "You don't have to give it to me," Zhang Hai replied nonchalantly. "I'll just snatch it from you then. My task is simply to have you steal it. What happens after that is none of your concern."
Leng Yu's heart sank. He looked at the impeccable young man in front of him and began to make rapid calculations in his mind.
This kid, though young, is terrifyingly cunning.
If I refuse him, my identity as an infiltrator in Konoha will likely be exposed immediately, and I will then face endless pursuit from Konoha.
Kill him to silence him?
A flash of murderous intent crossed Leng Yu's eyes, but he quickly dismissed the thought.
This brat dares to approach me so confidently; he must have something to rely on.
“I’m curious,” Zhang Hai seemed to see through his thoughts, and he said slowly, “If I told my teacher, who has a bad temper, about your situation, what do you think he would do?” “Who is your teacher?” Leng Yu asked subconsciously.
“Oh, him? He’s not famous,” Zhang Hai said casually. “He’s just a white-haired old man in the village who likes to carry a short sword. People call him… Konoha White Fang.”
"Boom!" It was as if a thunderclap had exploded in Leng Yu's mind.
Konoha White Fang!
That man who struck fear into the hearts of countless enemies on the battlefield!
He's actually this kid's teacher!
The murderous intent in Leng Yu's heart vanished instantly. He began to re-evaluate the possibility of this cooperation, but a new problem arose.
"The Book of Seals is hidden in the Hokage's office, which is heavily guarded. There's no way I could get my hands on it."
“You don’t need to worry about that.” Zhang Hai seemed to have anticipated his response. “I will cooperate with your actions. We just need to wait for an opportunity. An opportunity… for the Third Hokage to leave Konoha.”
"That old man's crystal ball can monitor most of the village. As long as he's in the village, we can't succeed."
Leng Yu remained silent for a moment, seemingly weighing the pros and cons, a gesture that lasted for about half a second.
In the end, he nodded, which was considered his agreement to the cooperation.
“Okay, I agree. Only through cooperation can we achieve a win-win situation, so we must trust each other. Only with trust can the plan proceed smoothly.” Although he said this, he was actually very wary of Zhang Hai.
This brat is shameless and ruthless; he's definitely not a good person. …He decided that while waiting for an opportunity, he would use this brat as cover to complete his original mission.
"It's a pleasure to cooperate." Zhang Hai extended his hand. ...Leng Yu shook it, and the two hands, each with its own ulterior motives, briefly met in the air.
"Oh, right," Zhang Hai suddenly added as they parted, "I'll investigate your identity and your purpose in infiltrating Konoha. Don't worry, if we meet on the battlefield in the future, I'll... show mercy for the sake of this cooperation." He wore an innocent smile, but a chilling glint flashed deep within his dark pupils.
Leng Yu's heart sank instantly. Looking at the boy before him, whose smile was like that of a demon, a terrifying thought uncontrollably welled up from the depths of his mind.
That brat, after getting the Book of Seals, will definitely…
...
Without hesitation, they killed him to silence him!
"I'm so glad I chose to follow Lord White Fang and stay in the rear..." Zhang Hai stood beside the mountain of supplies, watching the busy figures of the medical ninjas in the distance, muttering to himself. He recalled those "anime" he had watched—or rather, those mysterious images that foreshadowed the future. In those images, even the most powerful ninjas at the forefront of the battlefield couldn't escape the fate of sacrifice or crippling. The fate of three? Ha, Zhang Hai scoffed at that. The anime made it sound so nice, all that talk of bonds, of sacrificing oneself for the greater good, but in the end, it was all just a bloody mess. He didn't want to become such a tragic background character. Living, living a complete and healthy life, was what he valued most. Staying in the rear, in charge of logistics, was undoubtedly the best choice for survival, even if it was just handling some trivial scheduling and record-keeping work, it was more reassuring than charging into battle.
However, the brutality of war quickly shattered Zhang Hai's initial hopes. Just over a month into the war, wounded soldiers brought back from the front lines flooded the rear like a tidal wave. Stretcher teams moved in an endless stream, the air thick with the stench of blood, suffocating even in the rear. Those once vibrant faces were now either maimed or deathly pale, silently testifying to the cruelty of the battlefield. This was followed by an almost insatiable demand for supplies at the front. Medicine, bandages, ration pills, kunai, shuriken… everything was consumed rapidly.
Zhang Hai's workload surged as a result, turning what he had expected as easy logistics into a relentless, round-the-clock job. His ledgers were meticulously filled with records of every single item entering and leaving the supplies, his mind constantly racing, calculating inventory, coordinating transport, and ensuring every supply arrived on time. His nerves were constantly on edge; he often woke in the middle of the night with nightmares of mountains of supplies suddenly disappearing or devastating news of supply disruptions arriving from the front lines. It was an unprecedented pressure, more exhausting than facing the enemy directly, because it concerned the lives of countless people and the very course of the war. He knew that if the supply chain broke, the front lines would face collapse.
Beyond internal pressures, external threats loomed large. The war was not merely a clash between ninja villages, but also an extension of the intelligence war between ninja nations. Some informants and spies were not directly from opposing villages, but were employed by other countries to spy on the intensity of the war, the depletion of strength on both sides, and even to steal vital strategic materials or intelligence. Like venomous snakes, they lurked in the shadows, posing a significant threat to the already fragile supply lines. Some supply convoys disappeared without a trace, some supply depots were attacked, and even important communication ninja dogs were poisoned.