Naruto: We Agreed on a Simulation, But They Actually Came to Life? Chapter 87 87: Blood Mist

Kitahara Kaede sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at the glowing screen before him.

Four options appeared again—Talent, Background, Appearance, and Luck.

Twenty points.

Talent—7.

Last ti, he had maxed it out at 10 because he had nothing in reality and urgently needed improvent.

But now, things were different.

The gains he had inherited from his first simulation had already transford him completely.

His chakra reserves had increased by who knew how many tis.

He had a foundation in Lightning, Water, and Fire Release ninjutsu, and his taijutsu had been tempered into sothing real through actual combat.

He no longer needed such high Talent.

Seven points in Talent, combined with his own experience and combat knowledge, would be enough.

Background—3.

Last ti, he had given it 2 points and obtained the identity of a young clan head from a declining minor clan, just enough to enter Tsunade's circle.

This ti, he added a little more.

He had no idea what identity the system would arrange for him, but having a background ant more possibilities.

Appearance—10.

Maxed out.

Kitahara Kaede did not hesitate.

During the last simulation, he had discovered that the "Appearance" attribute did not actually alter his face.

After entering the simulation, his body was still his own. He looked the sa as he should. But his overall aura would change.

This ti, he maxed it out again without hesitation. No matter who the target was, it would not be a loss.

As for Luck, he did not even glance at it.

Straight to 0.

[Talent 7 / Background 3 / Appearance 10 / Luck 0]

[Confirmation complete. Loading—]

The screen flashed, and text began scrolling.

[Identity generating—]

[Deep-cover operative from Sunagakure. Codena: Blank.]

[Sent into the Land of Water at a young age and given the identity of a war orphan. Surface identity: ordinary senior student of Kirigakure's Ninja Academy, age 12.]

[Mission: Long-term infiltration. You are a chess piece that has yet to be activated.]

[You have never seen your superior's true face. Contact is conducted through one-way signals. Over the years, there have only been a very small number of one-way contacts.]

[Tomorrow is the Ninja Academy graduation exam.]

[You know what Kirigakure's graduation exam ans.]

…

Light surged over him.

Kitahara Kaede blinked.

A small room.

One bed, one chair, one cabinet.

That was all.

The walls were bare gray stone, and the window was very small.

There were not many belongings, but everything was arranged neatly.

He sat up and first lowered his head to look at his hands.

Hands belonging to a twelve-year-old.

He moved his fingers and wrists, then spent a few seconds sensing the condition of his body.

Then he stood up and walked to the window.

He pushed it open.

Gray.

The entire world was gray.

A faint mist shrouded the village.

Every now and then, a figure would pass by. Their footsteps were hurried, and no one spoke.

This was Kirigakure.

Kitahara Kaede leaned against the window, closed his eyes, and began sorting through the information in his mind.

The first thing he noticed was this—this simulation did not display a specific tiline.

In Tsunade's scenario last ti, the mont he entered, it had clearly marked "Year 13 of the Hokage Era." The ti coordinate had been very clear.

This ti, it only gave him an identity and a location.

But after thinking about it, he understood.

A simulation was just a simulation. It was an independent scenario and had nothing to do with reality.

He only needed to do one thing—conquer the target, obtain an evaluation, and bring the rewards back with him.

Everything else was unimportant.

Kitahara Kaede continued sorting through this identity.

Sunagakure had sent him into the Land of Water when he was very young.

In an era of war, holess children were everywhere along the borders of every nation. One more or one less would not attract anyone's attention.

At the age of seven, he had successfully entered Kirigakure's Ninja Academy and had stayed there for five years.

His grades were average. He did not stand out, and he did not cause trouble.

He was a quiet chess piece, silently waiting to be activated.

Over the past few years, contact from his superior could be counted on one hand.

One-way signals. He had never seen the other party's face, nor had he even heard their voice.

In the few contacts they had made, the other side had rely confird that he was still alive and still in the academy. They had never assigned him any real intelligence-gathering missions.

The reason was simple.

What valuable information could a Ninja Academy student possibly access?

Kirigakure's military secrets would not appear in a classroom.

Truly useful intelligence could only be obtained after he graduated, beca an official ninja, and ca into contact with the village's core circles.

The current him was only a seed.

Buried, waiting to sprout.

Kitahara Kaede also noticed sothing else.

He carefully sensed his body and found no trace of tampering.

Clean.

Either Sunagakure's Anbu trusted this chess piece enough, or their thods were so sophisticated that he could not detect them.

Whichever it was, it would not affect what ca next.

He opened his eyes.

An undercover operative.

This identity was far more dangerous than the young clan head of a declining clan from last ti.

Once exposed, he would undoubtedly die.

But in a simulation, those were all minor issues. He would die in the end anyway.

The only thing he cared about was whether he could complete the conquest before he died.

What he feared was dying before finishing the target. That would make the entire run a waste—and he would lose money on top of it.

Kitahara Kaede put on his clothes and stood in front of the mirror for a second.

His twelve-year-old self.

His features were no different from reality, only a little more youthful.

But after maxing out Appearance, his entire aura was indeed different. Even standing there silently, he would make people glance at him a few extra tis.

In a place like Kirigakure, being too eye-catching was not a good thing.

No wonder the mories showed that he had always been used to lowering the brim of his hat.

He left the room.

…

Ninja Academy.

The corridor was very quiet.

A tense, guarded silence hung in the air, with everyone hiding their own thoughts.

Kitahara Kaede pushed open the classroom door.

More than thirty students were already there.

Everyone had arrived earlier and more completely than usual.

So had their heads lowered, their movents chanical.

So leaned back in their chairs with their eyes closed, but the creases between their brows betrayed them.

So whispered to the person beside them, their voices pressed very low.

No one was laughing.

Everyone knew what would happen tomorrow.

Kirigakure's graduation exam.

Classmates killing classmates.

Those who survived would graduate.

Kitahara Kaede walked to his seat and sat down.

The atmosphere in the classroom had nothing to do with him.

His gaze swept around the room.

Then it stopped.

The seat in the middle row, by the window.

A girl with long brown hair sat there. Her right eye was hidden beneath slanted bangs, while the left eye that remained visible was erald green.

She was not talking to anyone, nor was she doing anything.

She was simply looking out the window.

The tense, anxious, and frightened auras around her seed to break off the mont they reached her.

Kitahara Kaede recognized her.

i Terumī.

The future Fifth Mizukage.

A dual kekkei genkai user with Lava Release and Boil Release.

The person who would end the Bloody Mist era.

Target confird.

He withdrew his gaze.

She was different from Tsunade.

People who grew up in the Village of the Bloody Mist would not trust others easily.

To approach soone like her, he could not be impatient.

As for exactly how to do it, he would decide after making contact.

First, he had to complete tomorrow's graduation exam.

The door at the front of the classroom was pushed open.

The instructor walked in.

He had a rough face and a heavy gaze, sweeping his eyes over every student from left to right.

No one t his eyes.

"You all know tomorrow's procedure."

His tone was flat, as though he were discussing sothing not worth wasting words on.

"Thirty-seven people. Twelve slots."

He paused.

"You're free this afternoon. Prepare yourselves properly."

After saying that, he turned and left.

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