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"For this mission, Fu Yue recommended you to complete it. I wonder if you are sure?" San Dai was not in a hurry at the moment, and started chatting with Qi Yu.
"A ninja is a person who uses his life to complete tasks, and I will never disappoint the trust of the village!" Saitama's voice was still terrifyingly calm, and at this time he became the "silent" ninja again.
"The client is an aristocrat in the capital city, and he needs you to escort him to the capital safely. The client is currently in Konoha, and you can go to him with the mission entrustment letter in a while, and start the mission according to his requirements!" The third generation continued to smoke Smoking his big cigarette, he talked about it.
The mission gold for this mission directly belongs to the war fund, and Saitama can't get a point, which is why each Konoha's family can not rush to the battlefield during the war.
Konoha will assign tasks to some families in the village, so that they will not go to the battlefield but will not be hated by civilian ninjas. After all, they are all contributing to Konoha.
But such missions should not be underestimated. Some missions are not simple, even more difficult than going to the battlefield.
"The task level is tentatively set as: A. Although the client explained that he will definitely encounter ninjas on the road, and even jounin, this does not mean that the village will rate it as S."
Sandai continued talking, his eyes fell on Saitama, he wanted to see how Saitama would react.However, he was disappointed, Qiyu was still in the calm state of listening carefully.
"No problem!" Saitama nodded, just listening to Sandai's introduction seemed to be within his ability.
"This is the photo of the client. He should be in the izakaya on the commercial street, the biggest one. You can go and look for it first."
The third generation handed over a photo.
"Yes!" After taking the things, Saitama bowed again to Sandai and left the Hokage Building.
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"Haha! Drink! Keep drinking!"
"Your Excellency is really powerful!" "Your Excellency is mighty!" "Your Excellency will definitely overwhelm your opponent!" "Haha, you are down! Your Excellency has won!"
"Come on, let's continue! Why did you get down?" Qiyu frowned when he heard such a voice as soon as he walked to the door of the izakaya.
Stepping forward, Qiyu saw the chaotic side: there were a few people standing sparsely in the lobby, and more people were already lying on the ground or slumped on their seats, and the room smelled of alcohol.And a strong man who was standing was holding a jar of wine and walking in the lobby swinging his legs, and he was about to fall down.
Finding a clean seat everywhere, Qiyu decided to sit down first, because he saw that the man who was holding a wine tank and doing a drunken fist was the client of this task.
"Bicc!" The strong man walked up to Qiyu and burped Qiyu, the pungent smell of alcohol rushed towards Qiyu.
Qiyu was expressionless, just looking straight at the strong man with calm eyes.
"Crack!" Throwing the commission letter on the table in front of him, so that the strong man could see it, Qiyu pressed it down with his hand again, so that the few people who were about to come over could not see the commission letter.
"Hi?" The burly man stared at the power of attorney, then left the table with the wine jar in his arms.
"Hi! That's all for today, I'm going to rest. Next time, please have a drink!" The strong man turned around and shouted loudly. Although his tone was still drunk, he didn't seem to have lost consciousness.
"Hurp! Alright, my lord can take a rest!"
"Come again tomorrow!"
"Let's go! See you another day!" Several people in neat dark clothes appeared around the lobby, helping those who were staggering to leave the izakaya, and several unconscious people were carried out by those people , As for where it was sent, Saitama didn't care.
"My lord Ninja, my lord is going to take a break. Can you change a store? This is my lord's kindness." A man with a mustache walked to Saitama's table and handed over a money ticket. Put it on the table, the amount is not small, enough to drink in any izakaya in Konoha for an afternoon.
"Steward, no need. This is the ninja who took our mission." The thick voice sounded from behind the mustache, it was the drunken strong man.
"Yes!" Bazihu looked at Qiyu in surprise, the surprise deep in his eyes could not be concealed.
"Hello!" There was still a smell of alcohol in his mouth, but the strong man's eyes had recovered, and he was completely free of the previous drunkenness.
The izakaya has been taken over by the strong man's people, and no one is surprised by the strong man's performance.
"Hello!" Standing up, Qiyu stretched out his hand to hold the right hand that the strong man handed over.
The hands are rough, and there are hard calluses at the tiger's mouth.
This is Saitama's first feeling after shaking hands. It seems that the strong man is not as simple as it looks, at least not the kind of delicate nobleman.
"Gah!" Pulling out a chair, the burly man sat in front of Saitama, with a mustache standing not far behind him, keeping a certain distance from the burly man.
"Uchiha Saitama! I will escort you on this mission!"
"Tiger in early spring! Your client!" The strong man stared at Qiyu, his eyes did not show contempt just because Qiyu looked young.
"You are the only one on this mission?" Although Saitama looks very steady, but his own life is at stake, and he dare not be sloppy in early spring.
"Yes!" Saitama nodded with a calm face.
"What?! How could Hokage do this!" Before Zaochun Xiahu could respond, the mustache behind him yelled.
He stood by the table with a slightly angry tone, as if he was blaming Hokage for not paying attention to this mission.
"Housekeeper?!" Zaochun Xiahu's tone became more serious, and he was a little dissatisfied with the mustache.
"Sorry, my lord! I'm impatient." Mustache lowered his head, stepped back, and stopped talking, but there was still an angry look on his face, but he suppressed it to prevent it from bursting out.
"You should be from the Uchiha family in the village?" There was no honorific in Zaochunxiahu's speech, and it was straightforward, but Saitama didn't feel uncomfortable listening.
"Ah."
"Such a young Jonin? It's really amazing!"
Xiahu's tone in early spring sighed, Saitama seemed to him only in his teens, and a jonin at this age is a genius in any ninja village.
"I'm a Chunin." Saitama replied calmly. He felt that there was no need to hide anything. The beginning of the mission required mutual trust.
After hearing Saitama's words, Zaochun Xiahu frowned. He didn't expect that Saitama was just a Chunin, after all, he had already said in the mission that there was a high probability that he would encounter a Jonin in the middle of the mission.
Is Muye Village so weak now?Xiahu's heart became irritable for no reason.
