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Naruto: The Outsider's Resolve: CH_301
🕑 Added 2024-09-26 18:25:37 +0000 UTCA dirty wild boar sauntered out of the woods while looking around the flat meadow for any predators. When he decided the field was clear, he found a good patch of grass and put his nose down to get food in his belly. As he greedily ate the green, he felt something in his surroundings and snapped his head up while preparing to run if he saw one speck out of place.
The meadow, however, was empty and thus safe. The boar was cautious but returned to eating when he heard grass being uprooted and mud being split. He looked up, but it was too late as before he could even turn his head around to properly spot the human who had just emerged from the ground, he was already dead from a strike to the back of his neck, resulting in instant death.
"Funds secured," Takuma said to himself.
It was the middle of the second day, and Takuma had yet to reach the first checkpoint. He lifted the dead boar and settled it around his shoulder, and while it would be more than difficult for an average person to lug around, it wasn't much for a shinobi like him. He wasn't planning to dress to butcher the boar to get the meat because he could not preserve it for his five-day journey.
This was why he had planned a detour and routed his course through a nearby unrelated village before reaching the first checkpoint town. He would sell the boar in that village, giving him enough to eat and board comfortably in the checkpoint towns. It added to his time and made it so that he cut it close with light hours before he reached the first checkpoint town, but it was doing a little more work to get larger benefits.
He could've hunted near the first checkpoint town and sold his hunt there, but he didn't want to give other candidates any other ideas. He didn't want to gather attention to him and make himself a target in the future, so it was better to stay under the radar as long as possible.
In half an hour, Takuma found himself in a village with a population size of around a couple hundred people. It was a place where everyone knew everyone, so the moment he stepped into the settlement, everyone stared at him because he was unfamiliar but also wearing strange tactical gear.
As the people whispered, Takuma approached an old man sitting at a roadside tea shop.
"Good day. May I know where I can find the butcher?" Takuma shrugged his shoulders, bearing the boar. "I want to sell my hunt."
"You can go down the road and take the second turn," said the old man before asking: "Are you a shinobi, boy?"
Takuma nodded before a thought came to mind. "Did someone dressed like me pass through here today?" he asked.
"Not that I know."
The village was near enough to the Hidden Leaf that the town might see a shinobi every month or so
Good, thought Takuma. It was a good sign that he was the only one taking the route.
He thanked the old man before making his way to the village butcher, who immediately purchased the wild boar from him. They were in the boonies, so the food prices were much lower, and even then, Takuma made the butcher a good deal because he wasn't trying to make a profit and simply wanted some funds.
When he left the butcher's shop, many villagers gathered to look at the outsider as though he were the entertainer of the week.
Seeing that he had an audience, he asked,
"Where can I buy some clothes?"
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Igabi Kyusu sat in a pub/restaurant at the first checkpoint town, which was attached to the town's biggest and only inn. He had been one of the first people to arrive at the town but had remained there as others moved on.
He had no interest in completing the journey first or even being in front of the pack. The passing criterion was to complete the journey in the allocated time, which was his goal. He wanted to be in the middle of the pack just to be safe. He had stayed to get a measure of his competition—to see who was thirsty or worried enough to get first and those who had decided just to complete the task.
Seventeen candidates had left the Hidden Leaf village, and he had spotted twelve of them during his time in the town. He assumed that the rest of them had reached and left the town before him or hadn't arrived yet—which seemed less likely because enough time had passed to reach the first checkpoint lazily.
Currently, four candidates, including him, had booked rooms in the inn, and two more boarded elsewhere. It was only the second day and the first checkpoint, so many candidates had chosen to move on right after getting their stamps and travelling continuously.
Kyusu glanced at a woman sitting alone in the corner. She was the ANBU staff member responsible for stamping the candidates' stamp papers. The included notes didn't give them any clue about how to locate her, but it was quite easy to find her.\
He had spotted her from the fact that despite being in the pub, not one man had tried to hit on her when she was sitting alone. If that wasn't enough of a giveaway, the barman always seemed to glance at her from time to time with a nervous look. She wasn't available between midnight and six and sat in the town square before the pub opened for breakfast.
A figure walked through the pub's front door. He was wearing the gear ANBU had given the candidates. Kyusu, dressed in civilian clothes, leaned into his chair and brought his drink to his lips as he observed the late newcomer. The candidate only had his black balaclava on, but Kyusu had memorised other candidates' body shapes and general appearance to know that the figure was Number #13.
The split between those who continued to cover their faces and those who ditched their masks was half-and-half. Kyusu had kept his face hidden and even found a pair of unassuming civilian clothes to spy on people without gaining attention.
A masked man attracted attention, causing people in the pub to stare. It was the talk of the town as more than a dozen masked people had passed through their little town, and some were even renting a room at the inn for the night.
Number #13 swept his eyes throughout the pub a couple of times until he spotted the ANBU staff. He approached her and very publicly, without speaking a word to confirm, put his stamp paper on the table before her, confident that she was from ANBU. The woman smiled as she pressed a stamp on the stamp paper, officially registering that he had passed through the first checkpoint.
Kyusu guessed Number #13 would stay in town for the night and leave at dawn like the other candidates. Technically, it was dangerous for the candidates to live in the same building, as it increased the risk of having their stamp papers destroyed, but there was an unspoken understanding between those hanging back that they didn't need to be at each other's throats.
Of course, that didn't mean that they could be completely at ease like fools. Unspoken understanding meant shit if someone got greedy and decided to strike in the slumber hours—which was why Kyusu had decided to keep tabs on all candidates in the town.
Number #13 sat down at the bar between two civilians, one of whom shifted away to put a little more distance between them. The pub was too loud for Kyusu to hear about the conversation between the barman and Number #13, but he could guess that they were talking about a room for the night. From what Kyusu knew, there were a couple of rooms free, but it was up to Number #13 if he wanted to live in the same building as other candidates or find someplace else—which would've been easier if he had entered the town earlier in the day—small towns like this shutdown much earlier than big cities.
It seemed that Number #13 had decided to look for another place, so Kyusu got up to find where he was boarding for the night. As he headed to the door, he looked back at the bar just in case and saw the ANBU staff faintly smiling at him. He gave her no response and exited the pub a second after Number #13, only to find no sign of him on the street. Even shinobi's favourite, the rooftops, were empty.
Where did he go? Kyusu wondered before he stepped into a shallow puddle of water with mud underneath that caked his feet.
"Ah, shit," he groaned.
He considered going around to see if he could spot Number #13 but decided against it. Instead, Kyusu just made a note of him in his mind. Someone not trying to be first didn't mean they weren't serious—everyone among the candidates was gunning for the job, and sooner or later, everyone would have to step into the competition regardless of how they had decided to play it before.
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At the bar, Takuma, dressed in second-hand casual clothes he had picked up earlier in the day, glanced at the man who had just left the pub and was now standing in front of the building. The man was a candidate stalking the pub to look for other candidates.
It was evident that he would have eyes on him when he reached the first checkpoint town, so he changed into civilian clothes, hid his backpack and most of his weapon—which felt utterly uncomfortable—and then entered the pub, the busiest part of the town, to scout the place to see if the ANBU staff member was inside. If he didn't leave the pub in fifteen minutes, it was a signal for the Water Clone he had created beforehand to enter with the ANBU candidate gear appearance.
It was easy to spot the staff member. She was sitting alone on a table of four; even though she was dressed casually, she was a little bit too neat, put together, with a vibe different from the rest of the townsfolk—which he guessed were subtle hints for those with a keen eye. The clone completed the stamp and sat down beside him on the bar, where they sneakily exchanged possession of the stamp paper.
The moment the Water Clone entered the pub, while everyone was looking at him, Takuma was looking at everyone. A masked weirdo made a lot of heads turn, but only a few people then turned to look at the ANBU staff member—some of them looked at her because other candidates must've approached her, but there would also be a couple who were candidates.
He immediately spotted a candidate because of the rod straight back despite having three sake bottles on the table, who then confirmed his suspicion by following the clone outside. Knowing a candidate's face wasn't valuable information yet, but it could become so in the future—he memorised the face in case he needed to spot it in a crowd.
Takuma waited for another fifteen minutes before leaving the pub to sleep in another place he got for half the price of the inn.
———
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As the sun rose to its apex on the third day, the candidates who had been travelling without taking breaks at night started to arrive at the final location: a hunting outpost on the edge of a large cover of woods.
The first one to arrive was Number #6, Karo Jinzatan, who had pulled an overnighter between the first and second day while having only gotten a four-hour sleep during the night before. The moment he saw the ANBU mark spray-painted on the side of the cabin, all energy left him as he knew he had reached his destination. It was by fast the farthest he had travelled in the period of time—and he had done an emergency delivery mission with lives on stake if he was late.
He was utterly exhausted.
The area was absolutely beautiful, with a lush, deep forest on one side and mountains in the distance on the other side. He could even hear a babbling stream nearby. Jinzatan wasn't a man who enjoyed the wilderness, but he thought he wouldn't mind staying a couple of days at the cabin for a few days—which he was about to do as he had over two days to enjoy by himself while all the candidates caught up.
The cabin door opened, and an unfamiliar ANBU-nin with a leopard's mask stepped out. She was dressed in standard ANBU gear but didn't have any weapons on her. It looked like she had been relaxing until he arrived.
"Ah, we have our first arrival. Congratulations, you're the fastest. What number are you?"
"Six, ma'am," Jinzatan replied.
"Call me, Leopard. Okay, Six, give me your stamp; let's see if you did it properly because you came here mighty fast," said Lowe.
Jinzatan proudly presented his stamp, which was a picture of Hokage Mountain with the Hidden Leaf village in the foreground. Each stamp was a single-colour layer, which, when laid one atop the other, completed the picture.
"There's one layer missing," said Leopard.
"Impossible. I went through all four checkpoints and got the stamps," Jinzatan immediately protested.
"I know, I know, no need to get anxious and combative. The missing stamp is from the final location," Lowe chuckled.
Jinzatan cleared his throat to hide how embarrassed he felt. He had nearly become angry in front of an ANBU-nin during the assessment.
"Unfortunately, I don't have the final stamp with me. It's on the other side of this forest back here with my colleague... If you sprint straight through, it would only take ten minutes for you to reach the other side. Run along and get your stamp complete," Leopard said with a light tone, but there was something openly hidden behind it.
A weight settled in Jinzatan's chest as he looked at the forest, which got darker the deeper he stared into it. He wasn't an idiot and knew that the run through the forest wouldn't be a victory road stroll. If he had to guess, there was something waiting for him inside which would stop him from crossing through.
"Sure, I will get to that," said Jinzata. "It's beautiful here, isn't it? I hear a stream nearby. I'm really sweaty and smelly. I should go there and take a dip."
"Sure, that's a good idea, but do it after you get the stamp completed. Go... right now," said Leopard with a firmness in her voice.
Jinzatan put on a tight smile before walking into the woods. He looked back and saw Leopard staring at him, and she continued to do so until he disappeared.
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It had been three minutes since Jinzatan had entered the forest, and he had faced zero opposition. Maybe that would've relieved others, but he had been more nervous with passing second. He could hear the noise of the forest and the voices of the animals—it was silent and filled at the same time—but all it did was put him more on edge.
I should hurry, he told himself and picked up speed
But the moment he put pressure on his foot to push off, a trio of kunai emerged from within a thicket and thumped into a tree trunk beside him. Jinzatan instantly started sprinting while throwing zig-zag routes through the trees to make himself a difficult target to hit.
He located a thick branch and jumped, only to get kicked in the back while he was in mid-air. As he fell, he turned his head only to catch a glimpse of a greenish-brown robe disappearing between the trees. He knocked his rib into a tree but managed to get his balance just before he landed on the ground.
His senses were stretched and taut as he knew and understood that there was an ambush waiting for him in the forest. He needed to cross the forest and get out as soon as possible before whoever it was got their hands on his stamp paper.
But as Jinzatan's feet touched the ground, two arms burst out from the ground and tried to grab his legs, and if not for his quick reaction, he would've been pulled right into the ground. He jumped to avoid the hands wanting to drag him down, and when he looked down, there was no one there except for a dug-up ground.
He landed on a thick branch and pressed his back into the trunk before looking around.
There were woods in every direction without sign of it ending in sight.
And even though he couldn't see them, he knew they were there.
Comments
triad
no you need 5 stamps he had 4 and reached the checkpoint the 5th is still needed. the 5th is the one at the end
Corvus
Takuma is the master of deception at this point. You gotta be watching for everyone with him around. I'm kinda confused on the last bit. Is the last stamp close to the finish line and the guy missed it or what?
Lazybeep
Tftc
Mike Stewart
The perfect test, Even when you do everything correctly, everything goes tits up. Clearly, Kakashi designed this course haha
Von Harley
I'm like so expecting there being a person who pretends to be the final proctor in order to destroy people's stamps, it's making me nervous lol
DraponsArmy
Let's see how takuma progresses.
LOOKOUT
Ngl takuma had me confused as well. Nice strategy
