Naruto: My Own Wind

In the land of the Land of Fire, which is rich in resources, in an unknown small cave, Kazama's figure suddenly appeared in it.

He looked around vigilantly and confirmed that there was no danger, then sat down on the ground.

This battle with Orochimaru was the most focused fight that Kazama had fought in recent years. High concentration on doing anything can easily make people tired, not to mention a life-and-death battle.

Taking off the Anbu mask, Kazama wiped the dried blood from his mouth.

As expected of the legendary Sannin, he had been beaten by him four or five times, and Kazama touched his right face, which seemed a little swollen.

This is the difference in strength!

However, this battle also made him gain a lot, and the most important thing was to build self-confidence.

Moreover, Kazama firmly believed that it would not take long for this gap to disappear.

Looking at the mask in his hand, Kazama suddenly found something interesting. What material is this mask made of? Why is his face swollen, but it is safe and sound?

Is it because of the system?

Feng Jian was stunned for a moment, shook his head and smiled. No matter what the reason was, it was good to be strong and durable.

"Ding, there is a new task, do you want to accept it?"

Without hesitation, he chose to accept it directly.

"Ding, the host accepts the B task: escort the Kimura caravan to Deka Port."

B task? Feng Jian grinned. Is the sun rising in the west today? The system is so generous.

Three consecutive B-level tasks, this is really a big girl getting married - the first time!

After being happy, Feng Jian looked at the content of the task.

The destination of the task is good, equivalent to going home, but who is this Kimura caravan? I...

Pah!

Feng Jian slapped his thigh hard and cursed "swindler" in anger.

My 50 points!

It's true that there is no business without swindlers!

After being depressed, Feng Jian clicked the small question mark behind the task again.

After getting the information, Kazama changed out of the Konoha Anbu uniform, changed back into his own clothes, left the cave, and disappeared into the woods.

After a while, Kazama came to a three-way intersection.

Hanging upside down on the tree trunk, Kazama stroked his flowing yellow hair. It seemed that he had arrived earlier and the caravan had not arrived yet.

Jumping down from the tree trunk, Kazama held a samurai sword and sat under a towering ancient tree, slightly closing his right eye, waiting for the so-called caravan to arrive.

I don’t know how long it took, the sound of horse hooves and wheels came into Kazama’s ears.

Opening his eyes a little, Kazama saw a group of people driving carriages and horses slowly coming here on the road on the left.

There must be five or six carriages and more than ten people.

Kazama was a little surprised. This caravan was not small.

Just as Kazama was thinking about how to join the caravan, his ears moved, then he smiled slightly, and continued to close his eyes, waiting for the opportunity.

When Fengjian saw the caravan, the people walking at the front of the caravan naturally saw him.

"Boss Kimura, look ahead." A bald man holding a samurai sword ran to a square-faced middle-aged man and said.

Kimura also saw Fengjian sleeping under the tree. He frowned and said lightly: "What are you making a fuss about? Let's continue on our way."

The bald man heard this, said "oh", turned around and ran back to the front carriage.

While walking forward, his eyes were fixed on Fengjian who closed his eyes to rest, and his hand did not leave the handle of the knife.

The conversation between the bald man and Kimura attracted the attention of an old man in the middle of the caravan.

The old man was dressed simply and wore glasses. After walking a few steps, he leaned over and looked at Fengjian.

The more the old man looked, the more his eyebrows gathered together, and he didn't even know who was around him.

"Chi Xian, what are you looking at?" A young man asked softly.

The old man turned his head and said in a low voice: "Master, I seem to have seen the man in front, but I can't remember where I have seen him."

The young man looked forward and shook his head after hearing what the old man said, "Chi Xian, you must be dazzled, just an ordinary passerby."

"Master, I..."

"Okay, hurry up and catch up with the team." The young man said and took the lead to walk forward.

Seeing this, the old man did not explain and hurriedly followed the young man, but his eyes never left Fengjian.

Soon, the caravan arrived in front of Fengjian, and Fengjian was still the same.

Kimura glanced at Fengjian and saw that he showed no signs of waking up, so he stopped looking at him.

When Kimura was about to urge the caravan to speed up, there were bursts of horse hooves in front. Although it was not deafening, it was clear from the sound that there were many horses.

Kimura looked solemn, glanced at Fengjian, and seeing that he was still resting with his eyes closed, he turned his head and looked forward.

"Boss Kimura, what's wrong..."

Kimura raised his hand, "Takamiya, let the brothers move aside and make way for the cavalry."

Takamiya is XiaoBaldhead, as soon as Muye finished speaking, he immediately ran back and forth to convey Kimura's words.

The drivers raised their whips and drove the carriages to the side.

As for the others, they also leaned to the side, including the old man and the young man.

Soon, the caravan made way for two horses to pass side by side.

The road was made, and the sound of horse hooves stopped abruptly.

Because the so-called "horse team" had appeared in front of the caravan and Fengjian.

After seeing the leader of the horse team, Kimura secretly thought that something bad had happened.

Even if the leader of the horse team was sitting on horseback, he could see that he was burly. A scar from the forehead to the right cheek made his already ferocious appearance even more arrogant and unreasonable.

Coupled with the conspicuous big axes on the horses and the greedy eyes of this group of people, Kimura was 100% sure that this was a group of horse bandits.

Horse bandits are the bandits that caravans like Kimura are most reluctant to encounter. They have no fixed place to stay and are walking thugs. Some even kill people for fun.

"Takamiya, let the brothers protect the goods." Kimura said solemnly, holding the hilt of the knife.

"Boss Kimura, they..."

"Go!"

Before Takamiya could execute the order, the bandit leader picked up a pair of big axes and pointed them at Kimura, "I'm in a good mood today, leave the goods behind, and you guys get out of here!"

Hearing this, Kimura drew out his samurai sword and said fearlessly, "You're dreaming about letting us leave the goods behind."

"Oh! If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink the penalty!" The bandit leader showed a ferocious look, looked at the caravan one by one, and then showed his big yellow teeth, "In that case, I'll let you die without a complete corpse."

After the bandit leader finished speaking, he raised his axe, "Kill!"

When the bandits heard this, they screamed and showed their weapons one after another, riding their horses to attack the caravan.

When the caravan members saw this, they also showed their weapons one after another.

Except for Kimura and Takamiya, who used samurai swords, the others actually held long guns.

Of course, the old man and the young man also held samurai swords.

Feng Jian opened his eyes slightly and saw the battle between the caravan and the horse bandits.

After watching, Feng Jian was quite surprised that the people in this caravan were really well-trained.

Two people in a group, one person was responsible for resisting the attack of the horse bandits with a spear, and the other used a spear to pierce the horse's belly.

As long as the horse was injured, the horse bandits would fall to the ground, and the caravan people would make up the gun.

Feng Jian nodded secretly, this caravan was not ordinary, no wonder they dared to walk in this dangerous world without hiring ninjas.

However, the caravan seemed to have an advantage, but in fact there was no qualitative change, because the number of people was at a disadvantage.

Another point is that the horse bandit leader's force value is quite high, and three caravan people have died under his axe.