Chapter 1267: Trap_2

Calling it a commercial street is an exaggeration; it’s actually quite rundown, and the items available are very scarce, even the cigarettes at the shop are rather inferior.

But for Funato Jonin, that’s enough. Although he can afford better cigarettes, smoking inferior ones has its own unique taste, and it’s better to save money for future needs. Otherwise, there won’t be enough for maintaining Ninja Tools.

Enjoying life shouldn’t interfere with his mission. As a Jonin, Funato still has some restraint.

Coming out of the shop, Funato Jonin immediately opened the cigarette pack, took out a cigarette, stood under the eaves, lit it, and took a hard drag before exhaling the choking smoke, letting out a satisfied sigh.

“These cigarettes are still so satisfying, but the work needs to be done.”

After speaking, Funato adjusted the hat on his head, walked in the rain, preparing to quickly head towards the location of the high tower.

Suddenly, his gaze caught something; he noticed a slender woman, holding an umbrella, walking past him, making him squint.

“This feeling…”

Funato Jonin stared at the woman’s back, contemplated for a moment, then hands in the pockets of his raincoat, casually maintained a certain distance, following her.

The direction the woman headed to was the tallest tower in Hidden Rain Village, which piqued Funato Jonin’s interest.

The tallest tower of Hidden Rain Village is the most important administrative area of the village, generally, without special permission, civilians do not go there, even Hidden Rain Ninja need orders from their superiors to go there.

This woman is not a ninja, just an ordinary unmarried woman in the village. She should understand these rules.

What a hassle, is she controlled by an Illusion Technique? Funato Jonin realized the difficulty of the situation.

Just as he expected, at this time, someone took advantage of the emptiness inside Hidden Rain Village to infiltrate and gather information.

He just doesn’t know who exactly infiltrated Hidden Rain Village.

Given the current situation, the ninjas from the Land of Fire seem more likely.

What to do? Seek assistance? Funato Jonin pondered this while tracking.

He then abandoned the idea. Without rooting out this infiltration, it will only alert the enemy, causing them to hide deeper. As a Jonin, even if confronted with combat, he can quickly react.

At this time, using himself as bait to lure the enemy out and then gather Hidden Rain Ninja for a siege is the best strategy.

Funato tightly grasped the signal flare in his raincoat pocket; once the enemy showed themselves, he would shoot it to summon comrades and eliminate the infiltrator.

The woman controlled by Illusion Technique seemingly unnoticed the follower behind her, moving towards the tower, suddenly turned at a corner of an alley and vanished.

Funato quickly followed, a gleam appeared in his eyes.

After turning, a deep alley where the environment was dim and the shadows of lights flickered, the woman’s slender body stood vaguely in the rain, back facing him.

“Hey, civilians aren’t allowed here. If Lord Pain knew, he’d be angry.”

Funato said to the back of the woman, carefully approaching.

The woman suddenly turned around, without any hesitation, sprinted quickly, took out a fruit knife from a pocket, and charged toward Funato, stabbing fiercely.

Water splashed, dancing before the woman’s eyes.

Funato’s body transformed into a pool of water, merging with the rainwater, flowing to the sides.

The targetless woman suddenly stiffened there, her body fell straight to the ground, fainted.

In the dark corner, observing all this unfold, Funato took out the signal flare, ready to fire it, suddenly, his wrist was forcefully grasped, preventing the flare’s launch.

“Who’s there?”

Funato turned around hastily, fully unaware someone could approach so silently.

Not until his wrist was grabbed did he realize he was approached by someone.

The sound of his wrist breaking followed, making Funato let out a muffled grunt of pain, the signal flare dropped to the ground.

Enduring the intense pain, Funato took out a kunai, slashing towards the opponent’s chest.

The person released Funato’s already broken right wrist, retreated, effortlessly dodging Funato’s attack.

Funato immediately jumped back, ignoring the person behind, fleeing desperately.

The enemy’s strength was overwhelming, not something he could handle.

Assessing the gap in strength between both sides, Funato only wished to quickly relay the information, gather comrades to deal with this formidable foe.

However, before running far, his body suddenly disobeyed, limbs felt powerless, staggered steps forward a few more before falling abruptly to the ground.

“?”

Funato looked at this scene in disbelief.

Only then did he realize something unexpected happened to his body.

Dense black insects crawled from his feet, absorbing his Chakra and energy, rendering him paralyzed on the ground.

“These… these are Aburame Clan’s Parasitic Destruction Insects…”

Funato, a well-informed Hidden Rain Jonin, immediately connected these black insects to something, his expression changing dramatically.

“Just like the intel said, not too suited for skirmishes. Taijutsu is weak, proficient in Water Style, more like a backup ninja.”