Naruto Reborn: The Rise of the Tsar

Chapter 149 Capture
As the guardian ninja said, everyone who entered the valley found tents one after another. A blazing bonfire was lit outside each tent, and delicious meals were placed next to the bonfires.

However, when the huge formation isolated the entire valley, a huge commotion gradually spread among the crowd.

Different from the first level, the rules are very different from previous games.

But starting from this second level, the rules of each session are very different, so it is completely impossible to predict in advance.

Just when everyone was at a loss, the voice of the guardian ninja sounded in everyone's ears. The sound was not loud, but it filled the entire valley, and everyone could hear it clearly.

Sound transmission secret technique?

Fuchuan was disdainful of the bells and whistles.

It is said that this technique can accurately transmit one's own voice to the ear of a target within a certain distance. It is simply a natural communication skill. It is unknown how much strategic significance it will have on the battlefield.

But during the battle on the front line, people with this kind of power are organizing boring selections here, largely just to please the daimyo.
"Of course, while enjoying the food and rest, there is one little thing I want to tell you. It is related to the promotion to the next round. I hope everyone will understand it carefully."

Sure enough, I knew it wasn't that simple.

The voice continued, "There is a scroll placed in each tent, and the person who is one of the three talents who can collect these three scrolls tomorrow can be promoted."

The sound became quieter and quieter, but the commotion in the crowd began to get louder and louder.

What? Isn't this the set of the original "Chūnin Examination"?

But if there are three types of scrolls, Fuchuan took a look at the number of tents and found that there were roughly a hundred tents.

I'm afraid these 300-odd people will have to be eliminated to at least 30 people.

Following a shout from someone in the team, everyone rushed towards the tents.

Someone first entered the tent to search, intending to hide the scroll after finding it, and then wait for an opportunity to snatch other people's scrolls.

Some people rushed to the food next to the tent, intending to eat their fill first, and then compete with those who grabbed the scrolls.

Hmm. They are all very good and very thoughtful.

But Fuchuan and Xiaonan smiled at each other at this moment, and found two tents next to each other that had already had the scrolls taken away, and prepared to take a rest first. The night was still very long.

Suddenly, more than ten people began to surround him.

Why don't you go to others to cause trouble, but others make trouble for you first?
I don’t have a scroll in my hand yet!

Fuchuan frowned, walked forward and asked doubtfully, "We don't have a scroll in our hands. It's not like you haven't seen it. Why are you gathering around us?"

A tall and thick-set man's face was full of disdain, "It's none of your business, get out of here!"

Fuchuan
The next moment, the man turned to look at Xiaonan, "Girl, there are sentient ninjas in our team. With so many people, you should be the strongest one. How about cooperating with us?"

Seeing Fuchuan's defeat, Xiaonan found it interesting and laughed, "Since I'm better than you guys, why do I still need to cooperate with you?"

There was a slight annoyance on the man's face: "Don't get me wrong, although you have some strength, you are only one person. No matter how strong you are, your chakra has its limits, so don't be disrespectful!"

Since Fuchuan merged with Bengyu, his chakra has become almost imperceptible if he doesn't do anything, so the man regards him as an ordinary person who is not worth mentioning.

"That's true, but I already have teammates."

"What?" The big man looked confused, "Where is it?" "It's him." Xiaonan suppressed a smile and pointed at Fuchuan, who had a black line on his face.

"Huh?" The man smiled instead of being angry, "An ordinary person who doesn't even have chakra? Oh, I understand, he's a pretty boy, right? It's a pity that I'm not good at this, hahaha!"

"Don't talk nonsense." Fuchuan said seriously, "Slandering others will result in retribution."

"Go away." The big man waved his hand towards Fuchuan impatiently, with some chakra flowing in his hand. If it were an ordinary person, he would lose many teeth with this casual slap.

However, Fuchuan only took one step forward and raised his right hand. Not only did he avoid the man's slap, but the opponent seemed to have bumped into Fuchuan's hand on his own initiative, and he immediately connected with it.

The next moment, the man flew out and fainted instantly.

Everyone around was shocked. Seeing that their boss was beaten, they immediately swarmed forward and wanted to capture Fuchuan.

However, with a few muffled groans of bang bang bang, everyone flew upside down. They couldn't even see clearly how Fuchuan took action, and they all lost consciousness.

Just when Fushikawa was about to turn back and continue to rest, he suddenly found that most of the ninjas in the audience were looking at him in surprisingly tacit understanding.

"Um, it's okay, you guys continue?"

Fuchuan was slightly embarrassed.

However, the atmosphere has inevitably changed.

Everyone clearly understood that Fuchuan and Xiaonan were probably the strongest at the scene. If these two were here, they would probably occupy two spots sooner or later.

Due to various considerations, someone in the crowd suddenly began to shout loudly, "Let's get rid of these two guys who fly on objects during the day! After getting rid of them, we will fight for the scrolls!"

What's wrong with taking a means of transportation? Fuchuan didn't understand.

However, everyone did not stop gathering around him because of his incomprehension.
Outside the valley, a bonfire was burning brightly, and the meat on it was roasting until it was sizzling with oil and water.

"The voice inside the boss seems to have suddenly become much quieter."

"Don't worry about them." The guardian ninja who was standing on the high platform took a sip of wine. "We will collect the corpses early tomorrow morning and greet the passers-by."

At this moment, an inappropriate voice sounded, "But what if there are less than three people left, boss?"

The guardian nin didn't react for a moment. In this selection meeting, the number of winners was set at three.

Shouldn't it be?

There are more than 300 people and more than 100 scrolls.

For some reason, the night that was expected to be extremely noisy was surprisingly quiet. The Damingfu ninjas who were stationed outside the valley due to their mission all had a good sleep without exception.

When the formation was slowly lifted, the expression on the face of the guardian ninja who was hosting this competition suddenly became wonderful.

I saw rows of white silkworm chrysalis-like objects the size of a person neatly placed on the ground in the valley.

There are more than 300 of them.

All the tents were empty.

There were only two figures, a man and a woman, sitting on a stone talking and laughing. In front of them, three piles of scrolls were neatly placed like a hill.
(End of this chapter)