"I’ve been practicing my power recently, and I found a new curse that was unconsciously born—it’s this."
Haruki patted the broom beneath him and said regretfully, "It’s a pity it doesn’t have any other abilities, only the ability to fly."
A hint of understanding flashed in Hanzo’s eyes. So that’s how it is.
Haruki’s curse was too mysterious, Hanzo couldn’t predict what changes it might undergo.
"If it weren’t for sensei, I wouldn’t dare to touch curses at all."
"Now I can already control part of them."
"I will perfectly control my power like sensei."
Haruki happily told Hanzo, his eyes filled with admiration for Hanzo.
[System detected Hanzo’s nostalgia value +3000]
[Your Cursed Spirit Choso’s rank has increased to 50.9%]
Hanzo looked at Haruki, this child had been working hard to grow. Whether it was taijutsu, ninjutsu, or curses, Haruki was rapidly growing in all aspects.
Hanzo remembered Haruki’s fear of curses. And now, Haruki could already control part of the curses.
Of course, he had some credit for this, but the most important thing was Haruki’s perseverance.
A look of relief flashed in Hanzo’s eyes. He had not misjudged Haruki. Haruki was his second self.
[System detected Hanzo’s nostalgia value +3000]
[Your Cursed Spirit Choso’s rank has increased to 51.2%]
"Sensei, I can fly high to scout the way for everyone." Haruki continued.
Hanzo did not refuse, a high-altitude view could indeed provide a lot of help.
He reminded Haruki, "Be careful."
After Haruki nodded, the broom quickly ascended.
Hanzo glanced at Haruki flying high in front, and his voice reached the ears of all Amegakure ninjas behind him, "Keep moving forward!"
The horizon revealed the first light of dawn. A bluish light gradually enveloped the earth. The rain gradually became lighter.
Haruki sat on the broom, his posture relaxed. He had already fallen in love with this broom. The feeling of riding a flying device was simply wonderful.
Haruki didn’t know much about the character Momo, and even less about her Cursed Technique.
Could it be that Momo’s Cursed Technique could only be used to fly on a broom?
Haruki asked the system in his mind about Momo’s Cursed Technique.
[Host, are you looking for the skill description of Tool Manipulation?]
’Don’t tell me to click on the personal information page to check it myself. What’s the use of you if I do it myself?’
Haruki blocked the system’s next words.
[Host, you misunderstood me. I will certainly answer your question.]
[Cursed Technique: Tool Manipulation]
[Core Principle: Imbues inanimate objects with "life" or "autonomous movement," and precisely manipulates them with Cursed Energy for flight, attack, defense, and reconnaissance.]
[Reminder: Tool Manipulation is not simple physical manipulation but rather imbues objects with a certain degree of "spirituality" and "will," allowing them to execute relatively complex commands.]
[Of course, I think if you find it difficult to operate, you can also simply perform physical manipulation.]
’You don’t need to add the last sentence.’
’I don’t want what you think, I want what I think.’
After a full day of travel, when the lead-grey sky was once again stained a deep golden-red by dusk, Haruki and his group finally arrived at the border between the Land of Rain and the Land of Wind.
The broom descended, and Haruki’s feet touched the ground, the landscape before him suddenly changed.
The muddy ground and low shrubs of the Land of Rain had disappeared. In their place was scorched earth where not a blade of grass grew.
And in the distance, the outline of yellow sand flickered in Haruki’s vision.
The rain and clouds of the Land of Rain could not cover the border.
The rain above Haruki’s head stopped. The dark clouds dispersed, revealing a deep blue sky.
"Form up! Set up camp!" Hanzo’s orders were concise and powerful.
The Amegakure ninjas, in groups of three and squads of nine, moved swiftly and orderly.
Earth Release users pressed their hands to the ground, and the earth rapidly rose, hardening into low but sturdy barricades.
Ninjas skilled in traps began to set up explosive tags and various trigger-activated mechanisms around the camp’s perimeter.
Waterproof heavy canvas was quickly unfolded and secured to the ground, which had been temporarily reinforced with Earth Release.
Haruki watched their neat and orderly movements, occasionally lending a hand and asking for useful information.
For example, how the layout of the tents within the camp was meticulously designed.
The core area guarded Hanzo’s main tent and the logistics and medical ninja area, surrounded by elite troops, with the outer perimeter housing the tents of sensory ninjas, reconnaissance ninjas, and patrol ninjas.
Another example was that the ninjas within the camp were divided into front-line combat echelons and support and logistics echelons.
The front-line combat echelon was divided into assault units responsible for tearing open enemy defenses and main combat, assassination units for assassinating enemy logistics and intelligence reconnaissance ninjas, defense units guarding the camp, and strategic units for large-scale clearings.
The support and logistics echelon was divided into medical teams responsible for battlefield first aid, intelligence teams for deciphering intelligence and observing the battle situation, trap units for setting traps and providing early warning, and supply units for providing resources.
Watchtowers built with Earth Release rapidly sprang up at key positions like bamboo shoots after rain.
Dark figures constantly flashed before Haruki’s eyes, and the ninjas stood at their respective positions, their eyes scanning the entire camp and its vicinity like searchlights.
Souta’s hand rested on Haruki’s shoulder as he said, "Haruki, you are now the captain of the medical ninja team. Please guide us from now on."
Ruka appeared on Haruki’s other side, and upon hearing this, she winked playfully at Haruki.
Souta and Ruka were the only two medical ninjas remaining before Haruki came to Amegakure.
Haruki didn’t expect them to come to the front lines.
"Let’s go. Let’s see where we’ll be working next."
Souta and Ruka linked arms with Haruki and walked towards the medical ninja team’s tent.
The medical ninja team’s tent was very large, built to accommodate more injured people. It was empty at the moment.
Souta sighed. "When the war officially begins, this place will be filled with injured ninja."
"But it doesn’t matter." Souta took a deep breath. "As long as the three of us work together, we will definitely be able to improve the efficiency of treatment."
Haruki looked at Souta and Ruka, he thought these two medical ninjas had misunderstood something.
"I’m going to the battlefield."
Souta and Ruka looked at Haruki in disbelief.
"Medical ninjas are not allowed on the battlefield." Ruka quietly reminded him, her eyes filled with concern.
"I will fight and save people on the battlefield, I’ll leave this place to you two." Haruki smiled at Souta and Ruka, looking at them with full trust.
Souta and Ruka exchanged glances.