HCB Chapter 549 Manager Shuo Mao checks water meters late at night
Chapter 549 Manager Shuo Mao checks water meters late at night
Inside the temporary camp of Sunagakure Village.
"blow--"
The gale whipped up sand grains, which, like countless tiny knives, lashed fiercely against the defensive barrier, producing a crackling sound.
Visibility outside the barrier was extremely low, and the ninjas could barely maintain the stability of the barrier, leaving them no time to attend to anything else.
Standing in the command tent, Ebizo listened to the howling wind outside, feeling extremely agitated.
This damned black storm completely disrupted all his plans.
"Where's Chiyo?"
He asked the adjutant beside him.
"Lady Chiyo is resting in her puppet tent. She said she needs to conserve her chakra in case of any unforeseen circumstances."
Ebizo nodded, feeling somewhat relieved.
With my older sister around, there's always an extra layer of security.
Just then, a Sand Ninja on guard duty at the edge of the camp suddenly felt a chill on his neck.
He instinctively reached out to touch it, but found that his body was no longer under his control.
His vision began to spin, and the last thing he saw was his own headless body slowly falling down.
A white light flashed silently, taking the life of another sentry.
Sakumo Hatake moved through the camp, his footsteps as light as a cat's paw pads, each landing precisely at the moment when the wind was loudest.
His figure was partially obscured by the swirling sand, blending perfectly into the environment.
The puppet alarms that Chiyo had set up around the camp, connected by chakra threads, were completely useless against him.
He could clearly see the traces of those fine chakra threads, and with an unbelievable elegance, he passed through the gaps between them.
Sakumo Hatake appeared at the rear of the camp, in the group of tents where supplies were stored.
The guards here are the most stringent, with two Sand Village Chunin leading a squad of ninjas protecting the tent.
Sakumo's figure slowly emerged from the shadow of a sand dune a few meters behind them, the White Fang short sword already in his hand.
He showed no sign of murderous intent, and simply took two steps forward as if taking a leisurely stroll.
The sound of the wind drowned out all his voices.
The sand curtain concealed his entire form.
As he passed between the two ninjas, neither of them even blinked.
Sakumo continued walking forward, as if he had done nothing.
Two seconds later.
The two ninjas' bodies had barely begun to shave off from their necks, leaving a clean line of blood, before their heads were severed from their bodies. They didn't even have time to groan before White Fang buried them in yellow sand.
Sakumo Hatake strolled into the largest supply tent.
It was filled with huge buckets of water, their life source for survival in the desert.
Sakumo Hatake walked up to a row of huge buckets. Instead of roughly chopping them up, he reached out and precisely turned the valve at the bottom of each bucket.
Clear water gushed out without making a loud sound, quickly seeping into the dry sand and disappearing without a trace.
As Sakumo watched this scene, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, which always carried a hint of aloofness.
The feeling was indeed no different from watering newly reclaimed dry land on a farm.
Precise, efficient, and nourishing to all things.
After doing all this, he went to the area where food and medical supplies were stored.
He took out one blank sealing scroll after another, skillfully sealing boxes of military rations, packages of medical bandages, bottles of medicine, and so on into them.
The movements were fluid and graceful, with a strange beauty, as if they were not engaged in a life-or-death plunder, but rather methodically sorting, packing, and storing vegetables and fruits in a warehouse after a bountiful harvest.
While sealing a box of spare kunai and explosive tags, he even picked up a few to check them, shaking his head slightly as if he disliked their poor workmanship.
Shuo Mao looked around, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied.
His gaze fell on an inconspicuous package in the corner. Upon opening it, he found several sets of clothes inside, which, judging from their style, likely belonged to a high-ranking official.
They even recognized one of Ebizo's spare elder robes, as well as... several pairs of neatly folded spare underwear.
Shuo Mao remained silent for a moment.
"When weeding, you must remove the roots."
Adhering to the farmer's principle of ensuring every grain is harvested and never wasted, he expressionlessly sealed the package into the scroll as well.
The perfect crime.
A moment later, the entire tent became empty.
Apart from the buckets with their valves opened and the guard who was still "asleep," there was no trace of any other supplies.
Sakumo looked around at his masterpiece with satisfaction.
Before leaving, he thought for a moment, walked to an empty bucket, and used the white dagger in his hand to gently carve a small but incredibly clear pattern on it.
A leaf as a symbol.
After doing all this, he blended back into the sandstorm and quietly left.
The entire process takes no more than ten minutes.
Perfect, efficient, and filled with a sense of harvest joy.
……
When Sakumo's figure reappeared on the sand dune, Uchiha Kagami and Danzo didn't even turn around.
"alright?"
"Yes, I've finished watering."
Sakumo Hatake wrapped the legendary short sword back in the white cloth and carried it on his back, "and cleared away the weeds while I was at it."
Uchiha Kagami: "..."
Danzo nodded, seemingly very satisfied with the result.
"Very good, now get ready to watch the show."
The three fell silent again, like three statues, waiting quietly for the seed of despair they had planted themselves to take root and sprout in the hearts of everyone in Sunagakure.
A Sand Village ninja, dragging his exhausted body, crawled out of the tent and shouted hoarsely.
"I'm so thirsty! Please get me some water!"
The ninja in charge of logistics responded and walked towards the supply tent, rubbing his sore shoulders.
A moment later.
"What's going on?!"
The tranquility of the camp was shattered by panicked cries.
Ebizo was suddenly jolted awake from his dozing, grabbed the conductor's fan beside him, and rushed out.
He rushed to the supply tent and saw a group of logistics ninjas who looked as if they had seen a ghost, their faces pale.
I pushed through the crowd and went inside.
Then, he stood there, frozen in place.
There's nothing left.
The spare water, food, medicine, weapons... even the spare tents and bedding have all disappeared completely.
All that remained were empty boxes and empty buckets, mocking their foolishness.
"This...this is impossible..."
Ebizo trembled all over; his brain, as the chief tactical advisor of Sunagakure, completely shut down at this moment.
He couldn't understand it.
What exactly happened?