Every time I'm lazy, I'm putting on big things, and I'm very tired today

The next day, I came to Anbu early to report and got an Anbu tattoo by the way.

"Here is your full set of equipment." The person in the equipment department handed me Anbu's costume and mask.

"Excuse me, can I bring my own saber?" I pointed to the pure black long knife on my back and smiled.

This is a gift from my "dear" Oshemaru teacher, and I don't want to change it once I use it.

That Anbu was also silent for a moment before answering me: "There is no rule in the department that you can't bring your own."

That's okay?

"Thank you." I took the equipment and walked to the locker room.

Maybe it was because I came late that there was no one in the locker room at this time.I changed into Anbe's unique white camisole, and I couldn't help but be speechless when I saw the black tights that were tightly attached to the skin.

Feeling a little cool.

But I have to say, it is really convenient to move.

In the end, I put on the fox mask assigned to me, and by the way, I smugly looked in the mirror—the ponytail hanging on my shoulders was specially tied high by me. His eyes also shone with a terrifying scarlet light in the darkness.

Ah, I accidentally exposed my Sharingan.

I blinked, and my pupils returned to the deep ink color again.

I straightened the mask on my face, and made a victory gesture in front of the mirror: "Okay, let's report now!"

"Seniors, I am Hikoichi Senju who has just joined Anbe, please give me your advice."

I took off the fox mask and introduced myself, the smile on my face was incompatible with the dull atmosphere in the room.

I heard various whispers in the house.

"Still a child..."

"How could Hokage-sama agree to let this kind of person enter Anbu?"

"Wait, the knife on his back! So he is..."

"I didn't expect that Konoha Oni Jianshou was really such a young child."

Ghost, ghost your mother's head.

Listening to the whispered discussions around me, veins popped out on my forehead, whoever gave me such an ugly title really wanted to blow that person's head off.

I was only active on the battlefield. Of course, let the past be the past. Who would have known that the black history some time ago would create such an ugly name.

So angry, but keep smiling.

"Quiet." At this time, a person wearing a rabbit mask stood out from the crowd, and the people in the line were instantly quiet.

I saw him walk up to me and pat me on the shoulder: "I am the monitor of the third squad, you can call my Anbu code name Sanjo, since Master Hokage recommended you to Anbe, it means that he has recognized your ability. You are a member of the third class."

"During the mission of Anbu, it must be commensurate with the code name. Do you choose it yourself or I will give you a random name?"

"I made it myself, um... let's call it Tuanfan." I finalized the code name without thinking for a long time.

The pronunciation of Tuanfan is similar to that of Uchiha, and no one may have imagined that the person with this Anbu code name would be Senshou.

But why I use this, probably just to commemorate it.

In honor of that last name I could never have had.

"Tuanfan...you are really narrow-minded." Captain Santiao laughed when he heard the name, and I guess he might have realized something.

"It's just a code name, Captain Santiao." I looked innocent and pretended not to understand.

He slapped me on the back, quite helplessly: "Okay, stop playing tricks, and start working!"

In view of the fact that I just took office, and because of the special care of the third generation, the captain of the Sanjo arranged for me relatively easy tasks such as guarding prisoners and patrolling in Konoha.

Although it is relatively relaxed, it is also very boring. Even though there is no gain in the day, it still requires us, the small Anbu, to concentrate [-]% of our energy on tracking.

"Tuanfan, there is a new mission." The three captains appeared on the tree where I was staying.

"Huh? What is it?"

The face under my mask yawned, and the work of secretly observing Konoha was so boring that I almost fell asleep. Do all the newcomers have the same work as me.

——It’s not just me, is it?

"follow me."

After Sanjo finished speaking, he disappeared from the tree in an instant, so I had no choice but to follow closely, and was then taken to Konoha Anbu Severe Prison.

The Severe Penalty Prison includes the Torture Department, where the criminal ninjas or Konoha's rebellious ninjas are detained, and occasionally there are also discovered enemy spies.

It can be said that Konoha is the most shady place.

I stayed here for a while to guard the prisoners.

"Is this the person Hokage-sama recommended?"

The tone of Anbu who tortured the prisoner was calm, and the simple and honest monkey mask was very strange in the gloomy cell.

"That's right, Shancun, that's him." Captain Santiao replied.

"Is it really okay for him to be so young?" Anbu, known as Yamamura, looked me up and down, his eyes were full of scrutiny.

It seems that the purpose of Captain Sanjo bringing me to this place is self-evident-to help Anbu of the torture unit to interrogate prisoners.

When it comes to interrogation, you have to talk about Sharingan. The Uchihas who have Sharingan are all good helpers for interrogating spies and obtaining information. If an illusion goes on, what should be said should not be said. Confess like that.

If one illusion is not enough, there are only two, and if it is really not enough, there are kaleidoscopes.

I scratched my head, thinking about it, I really couldn't be more suitable for this task.

"Let me try." I walked up to the Kirigakure spy who was tied to the torture chair, and after opening Sharingan, I asked Yamamura, "As long as I can get information, all right?"

At that time, I still remember that Wu Ninja turned Nohara Rin into a three-tailed Jinchuriki and tried to attack Konoha, and I had to avenge myself no matter what.

Yamamura nodded: "Yes, it doesn't matter whether you live or die."

After getting an affirmative answer, I patted the Mist Ninja spy who was almost unconscious, and when the other party just opened his eyes and wanted to speak harshly, I met his eyes for an instant, invading that person's spirit.

Immediately, the screams of Wu Ninja killing a pig were so loud that my ears hurt, so I went down with a knife to make him continue to fall into a coma.

Anyway, I searched almost all his memories at that moment, and I didn’t really find much. Maybe this person is just an ordinary spy.

I'm a little disappointed...

Leaving aside Mist Shinobi, who is estimated to be insane, I directly reported the investigation information to the mountain village.

After a long silence, Yamamura answered me slowly: "Okay, I understand."

I was a little puzzled by his reaction. Is this satisfactory or dissatisfied? Could it be that the operation just now scared him?

I didn't show my Sharingan directly to him, did I?

"Let me tell you, Hokage-sama won't recommend useless people." Santiao put his shoulders on Shancun's shoulders, showing a sense of reminiscing about old friends, but Shancun didn't seem to care about him at all.

I said, "Captain, is there anyone else who needs information from me?"

"No, you can go back after today's mission is over, remember to report here on time tomorrow."

"okay."

As soon as I received the amnesty from Captain Santiao, I walked out of the cell, rubbing my head and laughing, and directly launched Flying Thunder God and left.