Chapter 830: Konan's Second Delivery

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Chapter 830: Konan's Second Delivery

“Who’s there?”

Guy’s voice alarmed Rock Lee, who was training.

He clenched his fists and nervously looked at the sea hibiscus behind him.

Kanpū shrugged, then took the lead to walk out first.

Guy has no choice but to walk out like Kanpū.

“Little brat, who are you?” Kanpū asked knowingly.

“My name is Rock Lee. Are you Shinobi? What do you do here?” Lee looked at the forehead protectors on Kanpū’s forehead and Guy’s abdomen, then his expression became a little nervous.

At this time, Lee has not graduated, and has no talent in Ninjutsu or Genjutsu at all, making the path to becoming a Shinobi seem very dim. So when he suddenly saw two sneaky Shinobi appearing here, he naturally felt nervous.

“Rock Lee? Let's call you Lee.” Kanpū said with a smile, “Our purpose for coming here is the same as yours – to undergo special training. How about it, do you want to join us?”

“Can I join a Shinobi’s training?” Lee’s eyes shined, and then dimmed again, “I don’t have any talent in Ninjutsu, nor Genjutsu. My talent in Taijutsu is also very ordinary. I also don't have any special abilities, so my teachers and classmates all said that I can't become a Shinobi.”

As he spoke, Lee bowed his head deeply.

“Little guy, lift your head! Your thought is wrong. Even if you don’t have any special talents, even if you only have Taijutsu, you...” Guy stepped forwardand suddenly started a passionate speech.

Kanpū knew that it would be impossible to stop Guy in five minutes when he saw his posture, so he quietly ran to the back and called his clansmen over.

Five minutes later, hearing Guy’s blood boiling speech, Lee had tears in his eyes. Both of his hands, who had rekindled their fighting spirit, clenched tightly and trembled in excitement. He then said: “Shinobi-sama, please allow me to participate in your special training!”

Guy crossed his arms, nodding with relief: “Little guy, have you thought this through? This is a harsh training for Chunin, and one small mistake can result in death!”

‘Death?’

The clansmen behind Kanpū twitched and felt uneasy.

In the clan, it was widely known that their Clan Head, Kanpū, aside from being powerful, was not reliable in other aspects. So hearing Guy’s words, they feel that this training camp seems to be bode ill rather than well.

“Kotetsu?” Kanpū was surprised and muttered to himself, ‘Why aren't you properly guarding your gate? What are you doing here to disturb me?’

“Kanpū, someone is looking for you.” Kotetsu looked at Kanpū and winked.

‘Your face is cramped...’ Kanpū had just wanted to ask who it was, but then he realized: “Could it be... that girl who came to find me last year?”

Kotetsu nodded: “That's right, it's that paper crane girl.”

After saying that, he even took out a white paper crane and handed it over, then said, “She said she's still waiting for you at that old place.”

‘Paper crane girl? I believe explosion girl would be more appropriate...’ Kanpū took the paper crane and thanked him sincerely: “Kotetsu, thank you.”

“Kanpū, which Shinobi Village is that paper crane girl from? How far have you progressed with her? For her to come to find you repeatedly...” Before Kotetsu could finish his questions, Kanpū, who refused to communicate, had already disappeared, leaving only a slowly exploding invisible shockwave in his place.

“Sigh... he really can’t listen to other people.” Kotetsu complained softly.

...

Two seconds later, Kanpū appeared in the ‘old place’ that Konan mentioned. That’s right, it was the lake where he received the 20 billion Explosive Tags last time.

“You’re here.” Paper flew into the sky from a nearby forest, condensed in midair, and turned into a woman with wings.

“Long time no see, Konan.” Kanpū looked up at the paper crane girl and asked: “How many Explosive Tags have you prepared this time?”

“30 billion, all at the bottom of the lake.” Konan looked at the lake and said, “Then, I'll take my leave first.”

After saying her lines, Konan turned into a fresh stream of paper, rushing to the sky, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

‘You really don't want any interaction?’

‘Are you trying to be a recluse?’

Kanpū looked at the sky in dismay, then put his attention on the 30 billion Explosive Tags at the bottom of the lake.