bookmarkrole Chapter 350 Kisame can go wherever he wants! Kisame is much stronger than you!
Chapter 350 Kisame can go wherever he wants! Kisame is much stronger than you!
Chapter 350 Kisame can go wherever he wants! Kisame is much stronger than you!
Kisame was clearly delighted by the chance encounter, waving and smiling as he walked with an air of nonchalance toward the table in the corner.
Following closely behind Kisame, Kakashi remained silent, cautiously surveying his surroundings. One eye, peeking out from under the shadow of his straw hat, rapidly scanned everything inside the exchange shop.
In contrast to Kisame's unbridled behavior, Kakashi remained silent, calmly surveying his surroundings.
Kisame strode to the wooden table, sat down unceremoniously in the empty seat next to Kakuzu, and casually leaned his Samehada sword against the edge of the table.
He glanced at Itachi with interest, then at Kakuzu lying sprawled on the ground beside him, and couldn't help but grin, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.
"Kakuzu-san, why do you look so listless today?"
Upon hearing this, Kakuzu didn't even raise his head, only managing a weak response squeezed out from deep in his throat.
After uttering that sound, he remained paralyzed, motionless, as if even lifting his eyelids was a sin.
As for Itachi Uchiha, he showed no reaction to Kisame's arrival. All his attention remained focused on the coins in his hand, as he continued to immerse himself in his world of counting money.
Kisame didn't care. Seeing that no one responded, he stretched his neck and peered at the table.
Upon seeing this, his small eyes widened instantly. Inside the money bag spread out on the table, there were thick stacks of banknotes, as high as a small mountain.
"Oh! You've done this much again?" Kisame clicked his tongue. "Which daimyo's treasury did you raid? Pressure, Masne—"
Hearing Kisame's sigh, Itachi finally finished counting the last stack of banknotes.
He didn't answer immediately, but carefully sorted and neatly stacked all the banknotes and coins before slowly raising his head.
You could see that his dark eyes were brimming with undisguised elation, and even his usually pale cheeks were flushed with excitement.
"A total of thirty-seven million four hundred and twenty thousand taels." Itachi calmly announced a number, then a slight smile appeared on his lips as he said with satisfaction, "We can finally get the set of custom-made ninja tools that Sasuke wanted."
Upon hearing this, Kisame was taken aback for a moment, then revealed a helpless expression of "I knew it."
His lips twitched, and he shook his head, half-seriously and half-jokingly sighing, "I mean, are you trying to squeeze every last drop out of Kakuzu-san just to buy equipment for your brother?"
As he spoke, he pointed to Kakuzu, who was still sprawled out like a rag doll.
Itachi didn't care about Kisame's teasing at all, and even waved his hand as if it were a matter of course, saying calmly, "It's alright. Kakuzu has five hearts and is very resilient. He can recover after a rest. It's nothing for Sasuke's ninja tools."
Upon hearing these words, Kakuzu, who had been slumped on the table, seemed to finally be stimulated and regained some strength.
He struggled to lift his head, cast a mournful glance at the weasel, and accused in a hoarse voice, "Having a teammate like you is truly a blessing from my past life. Although I have five hearts, have you ever considered that I'm already in my eighties and should be retiring?"
Itachi patted Kakuzu on the shoulder nonchalantly: "Sasuke's birthday is in a few days, I'll give you half a day off then."
Kakuzu's previously lifeless eyes suddenly lit up, and he stared wide-eyed in disbelief: "Really?"
Kakashi, who had been quietly observing from the side, couldn't help but twitch his lips when he saw this scene, and three black lines seemed to appear on his forehead.
Even the Copy Ninja, known for his composure, is now beginning to question his existence.
In the real world, Kakuzu, a bounty hunter known for his greed, was actually tormented into this state in his dream?
Kakashi had been involved in the underground black market and had heard of Kakuzu, the bounty hunter, but he never expected that in this dream world, Kakuzu would be forced by Itachi Uchiha to the point that he didn't even want to earn money anymore.
After regaining their composure, Kisame and Itachi chatted for a while longer, mainly about where the bounties were higher and which underground black market had raised prices.
Although the content was trivial and boring, it addressed the most pressing real-world issues for mercenaries. Kakashi remained a background figure throughout, only occasionally chiming in when necessary.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Itachi glanced at the sky, then stood up and skillfully put away his half of the bounty.
Then, with a wave of his hand, he deftly pushed the remaining half of the reward on the table in front of Kakuzu.
"Time is tight and the task is heavy." Itachi regained his usual calm expression. "Kakuzu, you've rested enough. We should go check on the next commission."
Kakuzu looked down at the pile of money pushed in front of him, and a glimmer of light slowly returned to his eyes.
But when he heard the second half of Itachi's sentence, that glimmer of light immediately dimmed again.
He sighed resignedly, slowly put the money away, his face, stitched with black lines, filled with a sense of unease.
Kakuzu shook his head and sighed, "I don't like money—I have no interest in making money—let me lie down for a while longer." Before he finished speaking, he saw a dark shadow flash before his eyes. Itachi glanced at him indifferently, and a red light flashed.
The next second, Kakuzu's body stiffened abruptly, then he stood up with great energy.
"First-Class Mercenary Kakuzu, here!"
"Haha, perfect!" Kisame laughed and slapped his thigh. He then sprang up from his seat, picked up the Samehada sword leaning against the table, and said, "We're here to turn in our missions too. Let's go together! We can also see if there's any new work to do."
He clearly adapted well to this atmosphere, and even seemed to enjoy it.
Itachi nodded, offering no objection.
So, Itachi, Kakuzu, Kisame, and Kakashi walked together toward the brighter-lit counters deeper inside the exchange shop.
Behind the counter, several receptionists were busy processing the redemption procedures for rolls of bounty commissions.
in the audience.
The screen projected everything that had just happened inside the gold exchange, creating ripples among the crowd.
When Itachi spoke, Sasuke felt a sudden stab to his heart, and his whole body involuntarily stiffened slightly.
A brief moment of confusion flashed in his dark eyes as Itachi's words on the screen echoed in his mind.
Is he working hard to earn money for Sasuke?
Sasuke felt both absurd and stinging at that moment.
On screen, the gleam in Itachi's eyes as he counted money, and the genuine pride he showed when mentioning his younger brother, deeply pierced the softest and most painful corner of Sasuke's heart.
[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Uchiha Sasuke have been detected! Emotional value +300!]
Why—why is it that in these dreams, Itachi can show care for his younger brother in such different ways, even to the point of spoiling him, while in reality he only gives himself endless cruelty and bloodshed?
That night that destroyed everything!
Sasuke felt a lump in his throat, a bittersweet and heavy emotion quietly enveloping him.
Just then, he heard Sakura's worried voice calling out, "Sasuke—?"
Sakura's eyes were filled with worry and heartache. She noticed that Sasuke's expression was different and couldn't help but call out to him softly.
However, Sasuke did not respond.
Even the usually carefree Naruto keenly noticed the change in his best friend's mood and asked with concern, "Hey, what's wrong?"
Sasuke swayed, as if waking from a dream, jolted awake from his chaotic thoughts.
He instantly suppressed all outward emotions on his face, and when he looked at Naruto, he had regained his usual calm and aloof expression, but deep in his eyes, there was still a shadow that he could not shake off.
"It's nothing." He looked away, turning his gaze back to the screen in front of him, no longer looking at Naruto.
Naruto opened his mouth, wanting to ask something more, but looking at Sasuke's aloof expression, he swallowed back the words that were about to come out.
His head drooped slightly, his clenched fists trembled slightly, and he hated his own powerlessness at this moment. He knew all too well the pain in Sasuke's heart, but he couldn't think of any way to make Sasuke feel even a little bit better.
This brief and subtle interaction was witnessed without reservation by someone on the other side of the audience.
The person who should have borne all the blame sat stiffly in the darkness, staring unblinkingly at Sasuke's back.
At this moment, Itachi remained motionless, except for his eyes, which trembled violently as they were fixed on his younger brother's figure on the screen, and on the face of another version of himself on the screen.
"For Sasuke's sake, isn't it?" Itachi murmured to himself. The version of himself in the dream on the screen lived such a simple life, and his goal was so pure.
He earns money solely to buy the best ninja tools for his younger brother.
He didn't bear the burden of his clan's fate, nor was he embroiled in the village's dark entanglements. He didn't experience the despair of personally killing his own family members that night, nor did he need to portray a cold-blooded character—he was just an ordinary older brother who wanted to love his younger brother dearly.
"This dream is quite interesting, Oichi-san." A playful voice rang out at the right moment, breaking the stagnant air around Itachi.
It was Kisame. He stroked his chin with great interest, comparing Itachi in real life with Itachi on screen.
"You've actually turned the cruel and ruthless you into a... well, brother-complex." He grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth. "Even though in reality you were quite cruel to Sasuke."
Kisame meant no harm; he was simply describing an objective fact, his tone laced with irony and mockery.
[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Itachi Uchiha have been detected! Emotional value +500!]
Did Itachi not also wish he could be like those versions of himself in his dreams?
I watched Sasuke grow up with my own eyes.
Unfortunately, life is unpredictable, and circumstances dictate our actions.
For the sake of Konoha, for the greater good, Itachi ultimately chose the cruelest path.
However, when the real Sasuke is compared to the Sasuke in those dreams, bathed in the love of his older brother—
It was at this moment that Itachi truly realized that no matter how many high-sounding reasons there were, no matter how much he had no choice in the matter, Sasuke in reality, the younger brother he had sworn to protect with his life, seemed to be too unfortunate.
On the screen, Kisame received his payment for the last mission from the gloomy-faced receptionist behind the counter without much explanation.
A heavy little box.
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Kisame casually weighed the item in his hand, grinned, and was clearly quite satisfied with his acquisition.
Then, he and Itachi both turned their attention to the list of requests hanging on the wall next to the counter.
For these top mercenaries, choosing the right next mission is a key factor in improving efficiency and profits.
Itachi's method of selecting missions also fully reflects his simple goal in this dream world, directly targeting the column with the highest bounty on the list.
He scrolled down the list of staggeringly high figures, reading the task details aloud in a low voice.
"S-rank rogue ninja Explosive Flame, annihilation mission, bounty 25 million taels — requires deep penetration into the heart of the Wind Country desert."
Before he could finish speaking, Kakuzu, who had just caught his breath, couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye.
Itachi remained unfazed and continued browsing.
"Mysterious ruins on the border of the Land of Thunder, exploration mission, initial assessment indicates extremely high risk, possibly involving forbidden techniques —"
The base reward is ten million taels of silver, with adjustments made based on the harvest.
When Kakuzu heard this, he couldn't help but hold his forehead, his face turning somewhat pale.
"Infiltrate the Daimyo Prefecture of the Land of Water to investigate high-level politics—a reward of twenty million taels of silver."
As soon as Itachi finished speaking, Kakuzu trembled all over, silently turned around and leaned against the wall, seemingly seriously considering whether to lie down and pretend to be dead again.
Kakashi stood a few steps away, arms crossed over his chest, seemingly just quietly observing his companions' daily routine. In reality, the eye under his straw hat was rapidly scanning every item on the request list, trying to find any clues that might be related to this twisted dream or to himself.
Suddenly, an inconspicuous request form caught Kakashi's eye, fixing his gaze on the bottom right corner of the list.
The commission title is simple: collect information on bloodline limit holders.
Requirements: No quantity limit, but the target must be a living organism.
Note: If information is lacking, the client can provide detailed information on specific bloodline limit holders, which will need to be discussed in person.
Reward: Varies depending on the rarity of the bloodline limit and the target's strength, settled per transaction, with no upper limit.
"Bloodline Limit - Live Collection - "
Kakashi's pupils contracted slightly; the description of the request instantly reminded him of Masa's disappearance in this dream world.
The fragmented information that Minato-sensei had mentioned flashed through his mind. Menma's disappearance seemed to point to a dangerous figure who was secretly capturing bloodline limit ninjas all over the ninja world.
Thinking of the arduous efforts that Minato-sensei and Kushina-senpai had made to find Menma's whereabouts, Kakashi's eyes sharpened, and he subconsciously reached out and took the request form off the list.
"Hmm? Did you find an interesting mission?" Kisame stopped what he was doing, tilted his shark head, and looked at Kakashi curiously.
Itachi also withdrew his gaze and glanced slightly at the commission list in Kakashi's hand.
Kisame leaned forward, and after reading the contents of the request, a playful smile appeared on his lips: "Oh, capture a bloodline limit ninja alive? — Tsk tsk, this kind of job is not easy, it might get you into a lot of trouble."
Upon hearing this, Itachi leaned forward slightly, quickly scanned the contents of the request, and then decisively shook his head, commenting, "Not worth it."
He held up one finger and analyzed point by point: "Kekkei Genkai holders scattered in small clans are scarce in information, their whereabouts are unpredictable, and searching for and capturing them would consume a lot of time and energy, making it extremely inefficient. On the other hand, the bloodline ninjas of large clans are themselves very powerful, and capturing them alive would be incredibly troublesome, not to mention that once they are harmed, it would immediately provoke a crazy retaliation from their clan and even the ninja village behind them, leading to endless troubles. Although the client offered a flexible and high reward, considering the potential risks, it is actually a completely unprofitable deal."
Itachi's calm and rational analysis, which was entirely from the perspective of the mercenaries' interests, incisively pointed out the pain points and difficulties of this commission.
However, Kakashi's focus was on another crucial point.
He raised his hand and tapped the remarks column on the commission form, saying in a deep voice, "It mentions here that the commissioner can provide information on specific bloodline limits. I am more interested in this commissioner and his source of information."
Itachi remained silent for a moment upon hearing this, clearly re-weighing the pros and cons.
While his brother's ninja tool budget was important to him, this high-risk mission with unknown rewards was not his current priority.
Kisame shrugged nonchalantly and grinned, "Since you're so interested, why don't you go meet him? I haven't seen any other particularly exciting missions. Meeting this mysterious client might yield some unexpected gains. Capturing a bloodline ninja—sounds pretty interesting."
He was clearly not only unafraid of the potential risks Itachi mentioned, but was actually somewhat excited. Kisame was never afraid of taking risks and even enjoyed taking on challenges.
Kakashi nodded upon seeing this, without seeking Itachi's opinion further.
Clues seem to be emerging in this chaotic dream in unexpected ways.
"Well then, let's go and meet with this client first," Kakashi said in a low voice, his gaze deep beneath the shadow of his straw hat.
He had a strong feeling that this meeting might lead him to some clue about Menma's disappearance.
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