“You don’t know if what you are doing is right or wrong?”

Haruki looked at the four Jiraiyas waving goodbye in the distance and murmured to himself.

A butterfly flapping its wings can cause a tsunami.

What he does today will inevitably produce different changes one day.

For him, he doesn't know whether this change is beneficial.

Thinking of this, he smiled.

After all, he is a time traveler with plug-ins. If he only wants to keep the plot of the original work unchanged, how can he have a different ending?

"Let's go, Minato."

Qingshu patted his head.

Namikaze Minato then put down the right hand he had been waving with a look of reluctance on his face.

He and Yahiko unexpectedly got along well with each other.

"Teacher, when can we see them again next time?"

Namikaze Minato followed Haruki and couldn't help but ask.

Although he is ten years old, Naruto is almost equivalent to an adult due to his precocious maturity, so he is very aware of the situation of the three of them.

Staying in the Rain Hidden Village where Hanzo, known as the demigod, lives, no one can predict where the future will go.

"We'll meet."

After Qingshu finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that if the original story was followed, there would be no possibility of them meeting each other.

Namikaze Minato and Uzumaki Kushina both died in the Nine-Tails Rebellion.

"Minato, so you are taking advantage of me by becoming your disciple."

"Ah? Teacher, what do you mean by this?"

Haruki's inexplicable emotion made Namikaze Minato very confused. Except for the more special medical jounin, he couldn't see what advantage he had taken.

Haruki didn't explain and turned to talk about this B-level mission.

"The bandits to be exterminated are entrenched on a peak in the Aso Mountains of the Land of Fire. The road is narrow and easy to defend and difficult to attack, so your task now is to plan a relatively safe route."

"Me?" Namikaze Minato pointed at himself, wasn't I here to hug you and share the money?

"Of course it's you."

Haruki said with a smile, "Using money to do things is a natural thing for ninjas. Hurry up, you only have one day."

Namikaze Minato immediately took out the map and pen he carried, found the Aso Mountains, and began to outline the route.

Qingshu was a little surprised when he saw this.

Unexpectedly, he was actually prepared.

"alright."

After a while, Minato Namikaze put down his pen and handed the map to Haruki.

"Nice painting."

Haruki glanced at it and saw that the route drawn by Namikaze Minato was not abrupt at all, it was very smooth and standard.

"Climbing up the steepest face of the Aso Mountains?"

"Well. I heard from the teacher that this group of bandits only has one ninja. Under normal circumstances, they will not encounter jounin. Their most important defense must be deployed on the mountain road to the north. The mountain wall to the south is too flat.

It is straight, has a clear view, is not suitable for large troops, and the defensive strength will be relatively less."

Namikaze Minato paused and said with a smile, "Of course, the teacher is a Jonin. It's too easy to sneak in without hiding the bandits. This route is actually planned for myself."

Qingshu returned the map to him.

After hearing the last sentence, I glanced at him but said nothing.

An hour later, towering mountain peaks could already be seen.

Bare and without any vegetation.

There is only some green around the top of the mountain.

"Teacher, what should we do?"

Namikaze Minato took out a kunai from his bag and looked around with great vigilance.

"Teacher? Old..."

No one answered, so he turned around and found that Qingshu had disappeared.

For a moment, the whole person was a little confused.

He first ruled out the possibility of Haruki being kidnapped. After all, it was too difficult to take away a Jonin quietly.

And the rest... Namikaze Minato sighed.

What about lying down and winning as promised?

Like a bird, Qingshu landed lightly on a tree on the top of the mountain. His senses opened and he discovered eight bandits guarding the surrounding area.

He didn't pay attention and looked down.

Namikaze Minato was jumping between the mountain walls.

There is a faint layer of chakra floating on his body, integrating him with the mountain wall, like a chameleon. It is difficult to see if you don't look carefully.

A few minutes later, Namikaze Minato approached the top of the mountain.

He hid behind the protruding rocks and did not act rashly. He seemed to be observing the situation of the guards.

After a moment, he jumped up, stretched his hands outward, and eight kunai flew out.

The next second, a muffled sound sounded.

Eight bandits fell. The cause of their deaths was the same, all with their throats pierced.

Namikaze Minato landed on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief.

Without time to think too much, he looked ahead.

Four white two-story buildings appeared in sight.

Simple wooden house.

Because it was daytime, the fire had been extinguished.

Namikaze Minato roughly estimated the number of people, thought for a moment, and came to the tree not far from the wooden house.

He stared at the largest building in the middle, his perception turned on, and there were faint traces of chakra.

Breathe slightly and reduce body movement to a minimum.

He slowly approached the wooden house in the middle.

Maybe it's because of the base camp, or maybe it's the ninja's overconfidence.

There are no bandits patrolling back and forth.

Namikaze Minato used the blind spot of the guard's sight and the intertwined wires and kunai to lay a simple trap.

Then he reached for his satchel with his right hand, took out three black projectiles, and quickly threw them into the sky.

He began to form seals with his hands.

Si-chen-mao-yin.

Three strange sounds erupted in the air first, and a strong and dazzling flash enveloped the top of the mountain.

"Who?!"

A middle-aged ninja wearing a black robe came out first. He felt the chakra fluctuations of the flash bomb, but suddenly encountered a bright light and closed his eyes subconsciously.

Namikaze Minato's hand seal stops.

The small mouth opened, and a long fiery red dragon swept across quickly.

Fire Escape·Dragon Fire Technique!

But it didn't go directly to the middle-aged ninja, but started from the wooden house near him. With a brush, the entire base camp was ablaze.

Screams and roars arose in response.

Namikaze Minato disappeared from the spot with a teleportation technique.

At the same time, he hooked the fingers of his right hand.

The buried kunai flew out of the soil, whirled and danced, forming a circle and rushing towards the middle-aged ninja.

Hearing the wind, the middle-aged ninja quickly dodged the kunai.

Kunai fell around him.

"Asshole! Where are you hiding, you damn rat!"
To be continued...