Naruto: Starting as the Third Hokage with Tears in His Eyes

Chapter 248 Searching for Sand Scorpions

Inuzuka Tsubasa sighed deeply, tightened the kettle, and hung it back on his waist.

He looked at the man beside him who was seriously re-examining the patterns of the sand and suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

"By the way, Sakumo."

Inuzuka Tsubasa nudged him with his elbow.

"How are you going to use this thing?"

Sakumo Hatake paused for a moment.

He turned his head and looked at Inuzuka Tsubasa, a serious expression appearing on his usually unchanging face.

"Um...."

"The farm's ecosystem is a precise closed loop. The introduction of each species requires rigorous evaluation."

"The venom of sand scorpions can be extracted to make special nerve-paralyzing drugs, the scorpion shells can be ground into high-calcium feed, and the scorpion meat... is rich in protein and has a crunchy texture, which can be used as a snack supplement for the large carnivorous ninja beasts on the farm."

Seeing Sakumo's serious expression, as if he were conducting a "great research," Inuzuka Tsubasa suddenly lost his temper.

"OK."

Inuzuka Tsubasa waved his hand, then lay down on the sand in a self-deprecating manner, covering his face with his straw hat. "I'm a little tired, I'll lie down for a while."

The sunlight was blocked by the straw hat, plunging me into darkness, with only the sound of the wind and the occasional rustling of sand from the shoal in my ears.

Inuzuka Tsubasa felt like he was about to melt in this golden inferno.

As he drifted off to sleep, he began to question the meaning of life and recall the memories of the past few days.

"..."

But the more I recall it, the angrier I get.

Inuzuka Tsubasa was about to throw off his straw hat and vent his grief and anger at the sky and the yellow sofa.

"call--"

Just then, a figure that blended almost seamlessly into the environment appeared silently beside them.

"Shuomao, E".

The newcomer was wearing the high-necked trench coat that was a hallmark of the Oil Women's group, and sunglasses on his face. His voice was flat and without any inflection.

Like the wind in the desert, it simply blows by without any emotion.

"Waaaaaah!!"

Startled by the sudden greeting, Inuzuka Tsubasa sprang up from the scorching sand, his straw hat flying off.

His heart pounded, and when he turned his head, he saw Shirin Aburame's unchanging, inscrutable face.

"Shirin Aburame! Can't you make a little noise when you walk?!"

Inuzuka Tsubame's roar exploded across the empty desert, making the air buzz.

He grabbed the straw hat that had flown off, haphazardly brushed off the sand, and began a new round of accusations against Shirin Aburame.

"They appear and disappear like ghosts all the time!"

Sakumo Hatake stopped drawing something in the sand with his finger, looked up, and quietly watched the scene before him.

His face remained expressionless; he simply handed a water bottle to the enraged Inuzuka Tsubasa.

This is a new habit he has recently developed.

Shirin Aburame completely ignored Tsubasa Inuzuka's roar.

He simply stood there quietly, without changing his posture at all.

Inuzuka Tsubasa pointed at Hatake Sakumo, then at himself, "We're all sitting here under the scorching sun, practically roasted alive! Where have you been for a stroll?"

Shirin Aburame remained silent.

hum...

A small swarm of black parasites flew out from under his collar and quickly formed a line of words on the sand in front of Inuzuka Tsubasa.

"I'm investigating."

The handwriting is neat and the strokes are clear.

Inuzuka Tsubasa's anger froze instantly, his expression stiffening.

Before he could continue his rant, the parasitic insects around Shirin Aburame swarmed around him again, rewriting the text on the sand.

"The direction is off."

Inuzuka Tsubasa was stunned.

"Um...."

Sakumo Hatake slowly squatted down and looked at the words on the sand.

"Did it go off course?"

Which direction is it veering off course?

Are you looking in the direction of the scorpion?

He turned to look at Shuo Mao, who was staring intently at the words formed by the insects.

buzzing...

The insects changed formation again.

"Three o'clock direction."

"underground."

"Suddenly, there was a vital sign."

Three lines of text were clearly presented to the two of them.

The air froze in that instant.

Just a second ago, Inuzuka Tsubasa was complaining about the hot weather and the boring mission, but all the impatience and irritability on his face vanished the moment he saw these lines of text.

He suddenly straightened up, his previously somewhat lazy posture now exuding power.

"Life signs?"

Inuzuka Tsubasa lowered his voice, becoming somewhat excited.

Is it a sand scorpion?

Or……

He and Sakumo Hatake exchanged a glance, both seeing the same thought in each other's reactions.

The ninja of Sunagakure?

Ambushing troops lurking underground?

"How many are there? What is their scale?"

Inuzuka Tsubasa immediately pressed for answers, entering a battle-ready state. Even the ninja dog Mokuyu at his feet let out a low growl, its fur standing on end.

Shirin Aburame did not answer immediately.

He stretched out a hand, and a slightly larger parasitic worm landed on his fingertip.

He seemed to be receiving more distant and subtle information through this insect.

The desert wind blows, stirring up fine sand grains that sting slightly when they hit your face.

"Clatter—"

Sakumo Hatake's right hand was already resting on the hilt of his sword behind his back.

His posture remained the same, but his entire aura was completely different.

It was a sharp blade hidden in its sheath, ready to be drawn at any moment to drink blood.

It took more than ten seconds before the parasites on the sand started moving again.

"Not a ninja."

Upon seeing these lines, Inuzuka Tsubasa's fighting spirit, which had just been raised, instantly deflated.

"oh……"

"Is that so..."

He was full of anticipation, thinking he could finally open for business, but this is what happened?

Hatake Sakumo also loosened his grip on the hilt of the sword, but he was not as disappointed as Inuzuka Tsubasa. Instead, he showed a thoughtful expression.

"Shirin, can you confirm what kind of creature it is?"

The insects on the sand reassembled.

"An 80% probability..."

"It's a sand scorpion."

"Moreover, it's the kind of extremely high quality."