"You still say you didn't steal our food?"
Raijin swung his massive club, grazing the top of Yamikumo 's head before smashing into the ground beside him—leaving yet another crater.
"Raijin, I really didn't steal anything! Like I said, the frontlines are dangerous, and missions are like this—you have to grease a few palms to get by. Why can't you understand?"
Yamikumo kept explaining, but it was useless. His voice trembled with fear, on the verge of tears. Facing two monstrous brutes who looked ready to devour him alive, anyone would be terrified. At any moment, his skull could be crushed like a melon.
"Your math is wrong!" Raijin shook his head stupidly, his anger fading slightly as confusion took over. His intelligence, usually nonexistent, suddenly sharpened when it came to food. "We… doing… high-rank mission now?"
Even though the Fujin and Raijins were idiots, when it came to food quantities, their brains kicked into gear—reaching the level of an eight or nine-year-old. And of course, higher-rank missions meant better rewards. Even a fool knew that.
"Yes."
Before Yamikumo could elaborate, Raijin pressed on: "High-rank mission… more food?"
"Yes, but—"
"More food, still hungry! You steal!" Fujin roared, cutting him off. "I kill you!"
At this moment, their roles seemed reversed—Fujin sounded like a furious genius, his logic razor-sharp, while Yamikumo cowered like a bumbling coward who couldn't even do basic math.
As Fujin's club came crashing down toward his skull, Yamikumo blurted out: "The Logistics Division took your food! They skimmed off the rewards—this is all that was left!"
The club stopped just inches from his forehead.
Not out of mercy—but because Fujin finally understood.
"Who… took our food?"
The earlier logic had been too complex, but now, hearing it plainly, Fujin got it. It wasn't Yamikumo who stole—it was some "Logistics bug" who took their share.
Raijin, having listened more carefully, grabbed Yamikumo by the collar and lifted him off the ground. "Name! Where?! I kill him!"
"Who dares steal my food?!" Fujin snatched Yamikumo from his brother and shook him violently, like a ragdoll.
"Cough—! Raijin, I never said anything!" Yamikumo 's face turned deathly pale—whether from the brutal shaking or sheer terror at what he'd just revealed.
When Yamikumo refused to name names, the Fujin and Raijins turned their attention to the other teammate—Anma Anma, who was already weak with hunger.
After a round of intimidation:
"The 'Logistics bugs'… aren't one person. It's a whole group."
Anma, unable to withstand their threats, crumbled and explained: Konoha had distributed plenty of food—but the village took most of it back, leaving only scraps.
"Village… steal my food?"
"Village is thief!"
Fujin and Raijins' simple minds processed this with brutal clarity.
"Fujin… can't beat village. How get food back?" Raijin, having spent his life bullying others for food, understood the hierarchy of power. If they weren't strong enough, they couldn't reclaim what was taken.
"Lady Tsunade strong! She beat village! We find her!"
"Yes! Find Lady Tsunade!"
They immediately prepared to abandon their posts—and their teammates—to seek Tsunade's help in reclaiming their stolen food.
"You can't go!" Yamikumo panicked.
This wasn't just about breaking the Logistics Division's unspoken rules—this was about dragging him into the fire. No, worse than fire. If the higher-ups found out he had set the Fujin and Raijins on them, his entire family would suffer. He knew exactly how ruthless those "honorable" Logistics officials could be.
Seeing no way to stop them, Yamikumo played his last card:
"Wait! I'll get you food! I'll trade for soldier pills at the supply post!"
At the mention of soldier pills, the two behemoths halted. They knew from experience that those pills could stave off hunger.
"Captain, you can't sell more weapons! Without tools, we'll lose all control over them!" Anma protested.
"It's too late, Anma. We're no match for them now."
Yamikumo slumped in defeat. If only he hadn't sold off their weapons bit by bit for food, if only he hadn't starved himself to this state—maybe he could've restrained them early on.
His entire combat strength lay in his mechanical tools. Without them, he was a toothless tiger. And Anma's genjutsu? Useless against the Fujin and Raijins in their hunger-fueled rage.
"Captain, maybe we could hunt—"
"Shut up! Do you want them to hear?!" Yamikumo hissed. "Last time we broke field regulations, we nearly died on that suicide mission! Have you forgotten?"
Besides, all the game in their patrol zone had long been devoured raw by the two monsters. Hunting outside their sector? That was an even worse offense than cooking in secret.
"Sigh… If only I were a sensor-nin." Anma gave up.
"I'm going to the supply post. Keep them here."
With that, Yamikumo sprinted off.
Hidden in the distance, Hayano Yoru observed the situation. Seeing the Fujin and Raijins momentarily pacified, he prepared to leave.
But then—
"Big bird! I eat big bird!"
Fujin's sharp eyes locked onto Dabai, who had just taken flight.
WHOOSH!
Without hesitation, Fujin hurled his club like a javelin straight at the retreating hawk.
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