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Chapter 237: Plan
🕑 Added 2023-12-03 18:00:40 +0000 UTCWatching Temari walking towards him, Charles gently spoke, "Sit!"
Temari sat on the sofa opposite Charles, looking at the man who brought him to this world with respect, and said, "Lord Charles!"
Charles nodded, then spoke in a gentle tone, "You've done very well to come from Mexico to New York so quickly. I am very satisfied."
"What feelings did you have on your way here?"
"Did you encounter any strange people or events?"
Upon hearing Charles's questions, Temari organized her thoughts and began to speak:
"This world seems to be much more peaceful, but there are still many violent organizations and forces. Even the physical quality of ordinary civilians is much lower compared to the common people in the ninja world."
"I don't know if it's because for some other reason, but during my few days in Mexico, I didn't meet a single strong person."
"I haven't even encountered someone at the level of a ninja academy student."
"But the technology here is very advanced, and daily necessities are readily available. Compared to the citizens of the Land of Wind, the people here are too fortunate."
Apparently, from Temari's current understanding, the Land of Wind is much worse in the living standards of its people compared to New York and even Mexico.
At this point, Temari even felt a kind of envy.
If the people of the Land of Wind could have such a living environment, families wouldn't have to endure such hardships, the desire for water resources wouldn't be so severe, and there might not be wars initiated to compete for fertile land outside.
After a brief pause, Temari continued, "I can come here so quickly mainly because Agent Coulson from S.H.I.E.L.D. used their plane to bring me over."
"Lord Charles, S.H.I.E.L.D. has replicated the headband from Konoha and asked me for information about Konoha and the Hidden Sand Village. However, apart from the name of the Hidden Sand Village, I haven't revealed any other information to them."
Listening to Temari's account, Charles nodded approvingly. However, the fact that S.H.I.E.L.D. replicated Konoha's headband indicated their intention to infiltrate Konoha.
At the same time, a new idea emerged in Charles's mind. Could it be possible to establish a separate base for Temari from the Hidden Sand Village?
This way, it could help to better divide the ninja from different villages and facilitate extracting more resources from S.H.I.E.L.D.
Just like each Holy Land under the control of Kama Taj, only he knew that all the ninjas from different villages were taking orders from him.
With this idea in mind, Charles had new arrangements for Temari. However, this matter couldn't be rushed. Adequate preparation was needed, and resources such as identity, funds, and other supplies had to be provided to Temari.
It would be even better if one or two more ninjas from the Hidden Sand Village could be introduced, making it seem like the Hidden Sand Village was not much smaller than Konoha.
"Temari, you've done well. Do not leak any intelligence from the ninja world to the outside.”
“For now, follow Iruka and learn about the intelligence information in this world and carry out a few missions at the Continental Hotel to understand the local patterns."
"Is your identity information handled?"
"Chunin Iruka has already contacted the continental hotel and the staff there have already
processed the identity information for me.”
Seeing that Iruka has taken care of Temari's information, Charles nodded, "Good, then go and learn from Iruka for now."
"Yes, Lord Charles!"
Afterwards, Temari got up and left, heading towards Iruka at the service desk.
Seeing Temari leave, Charles got up and walked towards the training room. He wanted to study the Dragon Ring to see if it could enhance ninjutsu.
...
It was already evening.
On the other side, in an apartment building, an elderly couple looked at the continuously shaking earthenware jar. The elderly husband said, "I really don't understand why you bought this junk."
The wife retorted, "Junk? This is an antique!"
The husband pointed at the shaking jar and said, "Antique? It's just trash from the flea market."
Just as the husband finished speaking, the lid of the earthenware jar suddenly flew off, and a black veil burst out, transforming into a person.
"I came out first, right?"
Looking at the person who emerged, the woman's legs went weak, and she fainted.
Maxim looked at the couple in the room and said with a smile, "It seems I came out first."
While speaking, he picked up the earthenware jar from the floor and said, "Our sentences are over, Balthazar."
Maxim walked towards the window, holding the earthenware jar, and continued, "When I go to get the nesting dolls from David, I'll say hello for you."
Then, he directly threw the earthenware jar out of the high-rise window and said with a smile, "Farewell, Balthazar."
As the earthenware jar fell rapidly, another black veil emerged from the opening. Balthazar struggled to crawl out of the jar just before it shattered on the ground.
The earthenware jar made a cracking sound as it hit the ground, breaking into pieces.
At this moment, Balthazar climbed down from the windowsill. The location where the falling object had caused a commotion was now surrounded by a group of people discussing:
"Did you see that? It almost hit me on the head. It was so close. Who throws things around like this?"
Looking at the distant building and its decorations, Balthazar had an idea in mind and headed towards the building.
...
At this time, David, who had been busy all day, returned to his room. As he entered the house, he went straight to the refrigerator, preparing to drink a bottle of soda to quench his thirst.
As he took out a drink and was about to close the refrigerator door, David noticed a piece of homework stuck to the door.
David Stuler's "The Life of Napoleon Bonaparte" - Mrs. Alga's Fourth Grade Assignment.
Seeing this assignment suddenly appearing on the refrigerator door, David was stunned. At that moment, a voice from the side startled him.
"Getting a B- is not bad."
The speaker was Maxim, the King of Maggots, sitting nearby. He continued, "I've just been released after ten years. In there, the only reading material I could find was the essay about Napoleon in your school bag."
"To be honest, my conclusion is that your writing skills are terrible."
Listening to the man's critique, David explained, "I was only nine years old at that time."
Maxim responded, "Age is irrelevant."
Then he asked about his goal, "Where's the doll?"
