Naruto: Starting as the Third Hokage with Tears in His Eyes

Chapter 93 A History That Seems to Be Alive

The Hokage's voice slowly faded from my mind, but the shock still lingered like an echo.

The Second Shinobi World War, frontline camp in the Land of Rain.

The commander is Jiraiya, one of the legendary Sannin.

These keywords, like bombshells, exploded in the hearts of the four members of the Night String Squad.

"Good heavens... have we... traveled straight back into the history books?"

Sota Shimura lowered his voice, but the excitement in his tone was impossible to hide.

His eyes widened as he curiously surveyed the hurried "NPC" ninjas around him, feeling as if he were strolling through a giant theme park.

"Sata!"

Uchiha Yoru immediately snapped, "Remember the Hokage's words, this is a real battlefield! Stop looking like you're going on a picnic!"

"oh oh!"

Sata shrank back, quickly suppressing his smile, and mimicked the captain's serious and wary expression.

But his darting eyes betrayed his inner excitement.

Ju Xilin followed at the very back of the group, her feelings the most complicated.

On one hand, she was terrified by the reality of the battlefield; on the other hand, as a medical ninja, she was deeply attracted by everything there.

She saw a passing medical ninja with several dark red bloodstains on his medical kit.

From a professional perspective, the color and coagulation of the bloodstains indicate that they were left at least five hours ago, and the amount of bleeding was substantial.

You could even smell the mixture of hemostatic herbs and alcohol emanating from the medical ninja.

All these details were so real that Ju Xilin felt a sense of panic.

This is no longer a simple illusion; it's practically... creating an entire world.

"How did the Hokage and Shinku-sensei manage to do that...?"

Ju Xilin murmured to herself, feeling a deep sense of awe at the unpredictable methods employed by the Konoha leadership.

Sarutobi Nami, who was walking in the middle, appeared even calmer.

He didn't look around like Sata, nor was he attracted by details like Xilin.

Sarutobi Nami squatted down and picked up a clump of soil from under his feet again.

"Captain, look."

He handed the soil to Yoru, saying, "The soil here is very sticky and has a very high water content. In this environment, the power of Earth Release ninjutsu will be greatly reduced, but the power of Water Release ninjutsu will be greatly enhanced."

The boy stood up and pointed to the gray clouds in the sky.

"Furthermore, I just sensed that the moisture in the air is unusually high, which will seriously affect the combustion efficiency of Fire Release techniques. Our combination technique, Fire Tornado, will probably have a hard time unleashing its full power here."

"And listen to this."

Bo Cheng closed his eyes and listened intently. "The sound of rain, the sound of wind... these sounds mixed together will interfere with our auditory judgment. In this environment, reconnaissance methods that rely on sound will become much more difficult."

A calm and professional analysis instantly calmed down Sota, who was initially quite excited.

Yes, their training at the ninja academy was all conducted in a sunny training ground.

They never imagined that a simple rainy day could affect the battle.

"As expected of a calm navigator, Bo Cheng."

Sata said with some admiration, "I was so excited that I didn't think about that at all."

"This is basic knowledge."

Bo Cheng adjusted his headband, which was slightly off to the left, and said calmly, "The Hokage once said that an excellent ninja must conduct a comprehensive analysis of the timing, location, and personnel of the battlefield the moment he steps onto the battlefield, and then formulate the most advantageous tactics for himself."

Ye Xian nodded approvingly.

This is precisely what he values ​​most about Bo Cheng.

Although he is not as explosive as himself and Sota in terms of ninjutsu, he is the core of the team in terms of tactical mind and insight into details.

With a sense of awe and trepidation, the four walked through this seemingly living history.

They walked with extreme caution, afraid of disturbing an era that did not belong to them.

The conversations of the surrounding ninjas reached their ears clearly.

"Damn it, this awful weather! My arthritis is acting up again, it hurts so much."

An older-looking Chunin rubbed his knee and complained to his companion.

"Be grateful. You're lucky to be alive."

His companion patted him on the shoulder and sighed, "Yesterday, Team B went out to scout, and only one of them came back alive. I heard they encountered a puppeteer from Sunagakure. That guy can control more than a dozen puppets all by himself; he's like a monster."

"Ha ha ha ha--"

"Last night... Jiraiya-sama... was punched from one end of the camp to the other by Tsunade-sama..."

These conversations, brimming with the realism of everyday life and the battlefield, left Ye Xian and his companions completely bewildered.