Outside the Grass Ninja Village, Che set down Whirlpool Reina. After all, Whirlpool Reina was only wearing a single thin garment, and her figure was rather petite.
Actually, I'm not really qualified to say that. As a seven-year-old loli, I'm not only petite but also regrettably short. As a physical Ninja, I really shouldn't be like this.
"Let's go, we're heading to the Land of Rice Fields. But first, we need to find a place to buy you some clothes. So, let's go to the capital of the Land of Grass first."
Looking at Reina's thin clothing, Che was at a loss. His own clothes were conjured, and the main body's clothes were too small.
Looking at her simple clothes, Reina tugged at the hem, trying to pull it down further, otherwise, her little belly would show, though it couldn't be seen in the dark.
After only a few steps, the strap of Reina's ill-fitting wooden clogs broke. She had used these clogs for many years, and after such a long walk, they finally gave out and met their end.
"Sigh!" Che slapped his forehead. It seemed he would have to carry Reina on his back after all.
Reina hung her head, staring at the broken strap, as if trying to find some answer, but her flushed face betrayed her inner embarrassment.
"Come on up, I'll carry you. Don't be shy, didn't I just hold you?"
Watching Che squat down and expose his back, Reina closed her eyes and leaned against him, then felt his strong hands embrace her thighs.
Reina pressed her face tightly against Che's back, her burning cheeks making her not want to speak. She had blushed more times today than in the past ten years combined.
Today was a special day, the day she was reborn, and the day she met someone who needed her.
Che wasn't in a hurry. He was asking Reina some basic questions, like whether she was literate or if she knew any Ninjutsu or Forbidden Technique.
Evidently, Reina knew some characters, but not many, and as for Ninjutsu or Forbidden Technique, she had none. So, he would need to teach Reina how to read, but first, he should teach her how to refine Chakra.
The next morning, an Anbu Ninja from Grass Ninja Village was ordered to retrieve a Ninjutsu scroll from the warehouse as a reward for a Grass Ninja Jonin. However, upon entering the storeroom, it was completely empty, enough for mice to run freely.
"Ah! This is bad! Something terrible has happened! The storeroom has been robbed!" The Grass Ninja Village Anbu sprinted towards the office of the Grass Ninja leader, Muwi.
"Lord Muwi! Something terrible has happened! The storeroom has... has been robbed!"
The Grass Ninja Anbu's face was pale, large beads of sweat rolling down, as he collapsed onto the wooden steps, his forehead pressed against the wood, trembling uncontrollably, filled with immense fear.
Muwi abruptly pulled open the wooden door, looking at the kneeling Anbu Ninja, his face as cold as water, his eyes flashing with a deep, chilling killing intent.
"Hmph! Get up! Take me there!"
Muwi led many high-ranking members of Grass Ninja Village to the storeroom. Upon opening the iron door, they saw the empty interior, not a single thing left.
"The Sealing Technique wasn't broken. How did they do it? Damn it!"
Muwi carefully inspected the Sealing Technique on the wall and found no damage. This meant that only an incredibly skilled master of Sealing Technique could have achieved this.
However, after the destruction of the Uzumaki Clan, it was impossible for such a master of Sealing Technique, comparable to the wife of the God of Ninja, to still exist.
After all, creating an opening for people to pass through without destroying the Sealing Technique was incredibly difficult, almost unbelievable. In other words, there might not be anyone in the Ninja World that powerful.
"Damn it, who was so bold as to steal from my Grass Ninja Village?"
Mang Ya, the clan leader of the Jonin Mang family in Grass Ninja Village, was filled with indignation, completely oblivious to Muwi's suspicious gaze. With the Grass Ninja Village's storeroom emptied, the Village's operations would face problems.
Especially with so much money, Ninja tools, and Ninjutsu scrolls, the losses were immense. Many Forbidden Technique might even be lost forever.
"Clan Leader! This is bad, Clan Leader! Our family's storeroom has been robbed!"
Mang Ya's clansman ran over, looking flustered, and immediately knelt on one knee to report the news that made Mang Ya's veins bulge. He didn't care that the Village was robbed, but his personal hoard, accumulated over many years, was stolen, which was practically taking his life.
"Leader, let's go to my family's residence and see if there are any clues, and if it was the same person's doing."
Mang Ya gnashed his teeth, feeling that this thief was truly despicable. Without these family assets, their clan would likely collapse.
After all, some secret Ninjutsu are not known by everyone, and now that they have been stolen, it means the loss of their inheritance.
The group instructed the Anbu to secure the scene and simultaneously search for suspicious individuals or situations within Grass Ninja Village, reporting immediately. They, meanwhile, headed to Mang Ya's home.
With the full-scale operation of the Grass Ninja Village Anbu, the once quiet Village became noisy. House-to-house searches were conducted, and every villager and outsider was screened.
Inside the Mang Ya family's inner treasury, everyone saw an identical scene: an empty warehouse and an intact Sealing Technique.
"You beast! You damn beast! You even stole an old man's life savings!"
Mang Ya leaned against the wall, tears streaming down his face, utterly heartbroken. He had risked everything to embezzle, living in fear every day, and now, well, he no longer had to live in fear.
Muwi's face grew even gloomier. He had an even worse premonition: what if all the warehouses in their Grass Ninja Village had been stolen?
If that were truly the case, Grass Ninja Village might suffer an unprecedented weakening, or even internal strife due to resource scarcity.
"You all immediately return to your respective clans and check your storerooms. Once you have information, report to the council hall for a meeting."
Muwi walked towards his own clan's residence, the ominous feeling growing stronger. He hadn't even taken a few steps when an Anbu came to report.
"Leader Muwi! In the hospital, one night-duty Anbu is dead, and all others are crippled with broken cervical spines. One physician is dead, and Whirlpool Reina is missing. All night-duty Anbu from the hospital to the Village outer wall are crippled, just like the Anbu in the hospital."
With each sentence the Anbu spoke, Muwi's face grew uglier. By the end, his composure could no longer be maintained, his face cycling between livid and crimson, his features twisted like a demon's.
"Outrageous! That damned thief, he infuriates me! Argh!"
Though Muwi was enraged to the extreme, he still maintained his inner calm. He knew that the theft in Grass Ninja Village this time was definitely related to the Uzumaki Clan.
The culprit was definitely from the Uzumaki Clan or Konoha. He was incredibly skilled in Sealing Technique and proficient in stealth and assassination, which allowed him to break through the Sealing Technique without destroying it, and steal all the valuables.
The culprit probably heard that Grass Ninja Village had an Uzumaki Clan member, came to rescue her, discovered the Grass Ninja Village's house arrest and abuse of their clan member, and thus sought revenge.
After checking his own empty warehouse, Muwi immediately called a meeting and, with all the furious high-ranking Village officials, passed an order to first seal off information and dispatch a large number of Grass Ninja Anbu to pursue and kill the person.
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