Konoha's Sea of ​​Fire

Feng Huo is not stupid, and after convincing people with his virtue, he helps them up, greets them, secretly stuffs thousands of taels of money into their arms, and pats his chest to show that if he follows him, he will have meat to eat, bones to chew on, and soup to drink.

These naughty kids had never seen this kind of routine before, and they were confused at the time.

Moreover, although they had been working in the supply army for many days and earned a lot of money, the money was often confiscated by their parents as soon as it came out, and they were called to keep it for them. So when they saw so much money at first sight, they were immediately excited, and everyone surrounded them. Next to the fire, he excitedly called Big Brother.

Qiudao Dingpeng had a sad face and was a little unhappy at first, but all the younger brothers around him rebelled. He hesitated for a while and then rebelled. The eldest brother shouted the loudest.

Feng Huo had a measured approach, but this was the time to win over people's hearts, so he used healing techniques to heal their wounds, killing chickens with a bull's-eye, and these naughty children soon became lively and energetic.

"Brother, you actually know medical ninjutsu, you're so awesome."

"Brother, I also want to learn medical ninjutsu."

"Brother, if you teach me physical skills, I will also fight ten."

These naughty children saw the method of sealing fire and became even more convinced.

"Okay, keep doing whatever you have to do."

Feng Huo waved his hand, and the naughty children immediately took their places and continued to carry supplies.

Then Feng Huo was in a bad mood.

These naughty children are indeed naughty, but they are still children after all. Most of them are younger than him, but at this time, they have to carry supplies to the front line in groups of three.

If he met a mist ninja on the way, he was still worried about what would happen.

"Hey, this is crazy"

Feng Huo is so depressed. His purpose here is to protect Kai and the others, but now that he sees these naughty kids, if he is allowed to just sit back and do nothing

Annoying.

Feng Huo wished he could take their place, but he couldn't do it alone

By about noon, these naughty kids were packed up and ready to go.

At this time, Feng Huo saw several men and women dressed as civilians not far away looking at him with blurred eyes.

Presumably there are children among these naughty children.

Feng Huo felt very uncomfortable.

But during the war, there was no other way. The stronger and older people all went to the battlefield. In terms of supplies, we could only rely on these naughty boys.

Feng Huo's heart moved.

No, there are still people in the village.

The dark side of Naruto, the root of Danzo

But then he shook his head.

As far as he knew, most of the ANBU elites had been sent to the Rain Kingdom battlefield to serve as captains, and the remaining ones had to protect the Hokage.

As for the root, haha, it is simply Danzo's personal armed force. Unless he is surrounded and suppressed, he will definitely not participate in the war.

With Danzo's character, he wished that all the living forces in the village would be crippled so that he could profit from it.

Damn, this guy is such a worm

The sealing fire is great.

Back in the office, Nara Lumi came over and had a task for him.

"Nowadays, the supplies in the three battlefields are very tight, especially basic supplies such as kunai and shuriken. The village's supply can hardly keep up with the war consumption."

Nara Lumi hopes that Feng Huo can go to the black market to buy a batch of kunai and shurikens. Of course, it would be better if he can buy detonating talismans.

In terms of money, there is naturally financial support from the village.

Feng Huo agreed without saying a word.

That afternoon, he left the village and came to a town a hundred miles away.

Feng Huo didn't have a good impression of the black market. After all, his head was still hanging on the black market. Of course, since the last mission in Snow Country, he and Minato Namikaze and others killed one after another of black market killers. Basically no one dares to take the kill task.

Feng Huo wore a mask and a hood, and was very cautious.

This was his first time to come to the black market. As he glanced around, he found that the place was still very lively, and the business here involved a wide range of activities.

Kunai, shurikens, chakra knives, and detonating charms used by ninjas, tea, rice, oil, and salt used by civilians, and even slaves, livestock, and houses, there is no black market that dare not buy and sell them.

And buying a murderer to kill is just one of the transactions.

The sealing fire was amazing.

He walked to a shop that sold kunai and shurikens. The owner was a middle-aged man with sinister eyes and a gloomy face. He knew at a glance that the whole world owed him money.

"How to sell kunai and shurikens?" Feng Huo got straight to the point.

The boss pointed to a wooden sign next to him with the price written on it.

Feng Huo frowned, the price was 20% more expensive than the price in the village.

Aren’t the prices of black market items supposed to be cheaper than those sold outside?

This guy can't be Jaesang, right?

Feng Huo looked suspicious, but he was wearing a mask so the boss couldn't see it.

"If you don't buy it, get out." The boss is an upright businessman.

"It's expensive." Feng Huo spoke concisely and to the point, and was worried about the trouble that would arise if his identity was exposed.

"During the war, nothing is cheap." The boss looked Feng Huo up and down with disdainful eyes, "If you can't afford it, get out, don't hinder me from doing business."

Hey, this grandson

Feng Huo wanted to hit his face with a fire escape spiral pill.

But, business matters.

Feng Huo gritted his teeth and asked again: "I want a larger quantity, cheaper."

The middle-aged boss glanced at him sideways: "How much?"

"As much as you want"

He didn't panic. The rate at which kunai and shuriken were being produced in the village could no longer keep up with the consumption of the war. If there were no other stable sources of goods, the ninjas on the front line would have to recycle kunai and shuriken on the ground while fighting. The sword is gone, the painting is so beautiful that no one can even imagine it.

The middle-aged boss showed a strange smile and whispered: "You are a ninja of Konoha"

Feng Huo's heart skipped a beat and his mind was spinning. He didn't deny it and hummed, "I'm asking you a question."

"Of course, of course it can be cheaper, hehe." The middle-aged boss winked, "Do you need a detonating charm?"

This is big business

"How many detonating talismans are there?" Feng Huo hesitated for a moment.

"I can sell you as much as you want." The boss looked serious.

Feng Huo sneered, not believing a single punctuation mark.

But then something moved in his mind.

I remember in the original book, in order to kill Obito, Xiaonan spent all his wealth to buy 600 billion detonating charms

Not six thousand, but six hundred billion, six hundred billion detonating talismans.

Where did Xiaonan buy such a terrifying amount of detonating charms?

The answer, of course, can only be the black market.

And these 600 billion detonating talismans are not a small number. Even in the black market, they cannot be accumulated overnight. They must be accumulated over many years. In other words, there must be a large number of detonating talismans in the black market at this time, and there may not be 6,000 detonating talismans. billions, but tens of billions is definitely not a problem

Feng Huo's heart trembled, and he sighed to himself: Xiaonan is really rich.

Six hundred billion detonating charms, damn it, the richest woman in the ninja world is Konan

too rich.

Then he gathered his thoughts and said: "I also need detonating talismans, the more the better."

He didn't dare to say how much he wanted, because the price of detonating talismans was much more expensive than kunai and shuriken. If someone really came up with tens of billions of detonating talismans, he couldn't afford that much money.

Negotiate the price, agree on the delivery time and location, turn around and leave.

But a tall and thin figure hung him from a distance.