- Sensei, are you expecting anything unusual or important," Hoshi asked after a short pause, clearly emphasizing the last words.
- You can also add - suspicious, intuition and intelligence in our profession are also very useful qualities, - I smiled at her, but did not answer directly, - follow me!
Three sources of chakra in one place and another one farther away, which I could feel, clearly hinted that I should not count on an easy walk. The unknowns were not jonins, though, so I didn't need to make any unnecessary movements, heading toward the familiar two-story house with the red roof.
After a couple of knocks on the door, one of the chakra sources in the house opened it for me. He was a young dark-haired guy, dressed like a typical shinobi - a jacket, tight pants, numerous pockets, pouches, and similar accessories of an experienced fighter, except that he wasn't wearing a hitai-te, indicating that he belonged to a village, albeit a former one.
One of the shinobi who had not joined the villages when they were formed, but had chosen to continue acting as mercenaries. As time went on, there were fewer and fewer of them, for the usual reasons, and their niche was occupied by the Nukenin.
- The mission," I raised my hand with the prepared scroll, allowing the tense shinobi to read the hieroglyphics written on the unfolded paper.
He nodded and relaxed a little, then silently turned around and, signaling me to follow him, led us deep into the house. Naturally, the guy didn't put his back for nothing - his partner was guarding at the entrance and would come to the rescue if anything happened. The students didn't detect any additional surveillance, and I could only tell by the presence of chakra on the ceiling, which was rather muted, I must admit.
A worse sensor might not have noticed. Apparently some sort of camouflage technique that hides its user almost completely when completely immobile. After we followed the interior of the house, I still managed to catch a very vaguely visible outline of a chakra user moving along the ceiling. And that was only because I knew where to look.
The guide led us to a spacious office on the second floor, where a middle-aged man sat in a leather armchair behind a solid-sized desk, covered with a pile of scribbled sheets of paper and scrolls, apparently reports. Not tall, with a balding head of black, short-cropped hair, a much puffy face, obviously from excessive acquaintance with alcohol, but potatoes, small eyes under heavy brow arches, solid belly, in general, the comrade made not the best impression.
And his running gaze only reinforced it. In the corner of the room was the last source of chakra, perhaps the strongest of the trio, who turned out to be a solid-looking aunt with even a seemingly heavy staff, obviously cast entirely from metal. And when I say solid, I mean that this aunt, also unmarked, was half a head taller than me and a hand's width wider in the shoulders.
The monumental figure also possessed an equally monumental bust, tightly encased in a vest and capable of giving a head start not only to any of my mistresses, but to Tsunade and the captured dark-skinned iryonin from Kumo as having the biggest assets in Konoha. Only, while there they were attached to rather graceful figures, here the spectacle was downright mind-blowing if you were of appropriate tastes. A slightly rough but quite handsome face with light gray eyes, albeit with a few scars, only added to the kunoichi's appeal.
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