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Especially when it was worth fifty million taels.
Chapter 293 I've made plans to go to Cairo from Somalia!
At the edge of the azure sea, the familiar coastline of the Land of Fire finally appeared.
After several days of comfortable sailing, the luxury cruise ship, a gift from the Land of the Moon, slowly entered the bustling port exclusive to Konoha Village.
Seagulls circled and cried out, and the dock was bustling with noise.
The workers carrying goods, the ninjas inspecting ships, and the merchants from all over the world created a vibrant scene.
Stepping onto the long-missed Konoha soil, breathing in the air mixed with the scent of forest and the aroma of food.
Naruto, Konohamaru, Moegi, and Udon all involuntarily took a deep breath.
A genuinely relaxed smile appeared on his face.
No matter how many thrills or excitements you experience outside, or even the pain of losing a huge sum of money.
My mood always improves when I get home.
"Finally back!"
Naruto stretched out a big yawn, his bones cracking as if trying to shake off the languor he'd brought from the sea.
"Yes! Konoha is still the best!" Konohamaru nodded vigorously, looking around curiously.
Mogi and Udon also seemed very happy, after all, this mission would take them quite a while.
As the Jonin leading the team, Naruto quickly found the port's management personnel.
The relevant documents for the cruise ship were handed over, and it was briefly explained that this was a gift from the Moon Kingdom to the village.
Looking at the port staff's surprised and envious eyes.
The lingering pain in Naruto's heart from missing out on 50 million ryo seemed to have lessened considerably.
At least they salvaged a big boat for the village, so it's not a complete loss... right?
That's the only way I can try to comfort myself.
After finishing their miscellaneous tasks, the four of them headed straight for the mission reception area of the Hokage Building.
Although there was still a slight swaying sensation from the voyage.
However, the process of completing the task, submitting the report, and receiving payment cannot be delayed.
The mission reception area was still bustling with people, and the familiar atmosphere made Naruto feel very welcome.
They went straight to the innermost table, where the third generation was sitting.
The Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, was sitting behind his desk working on documents, wisps of smoke rising from his pipe.
Seeing Naruto and his companions enter, he put down his pen and smiled kindly: "Oh? You're back? Judging from your appearance, the mission must have gone well."
"Three generations of grandfathers!"
Naruto stepped forward with a grin and handed over the thank-you letter personally signed by King Mangetsu of the Land of the Moon and the certificate of mission completion.
"That went very smoothly! The mission was a complete success! This is a five-star review from the client!"
The third generation took the letter and read it carefully.
Looking at the letter, King Mangetsu expressed his lavish praise and gratitude to Naruto and his companions.
With a sincere apology for the unexpected upgrade during the mission, the wrinkles on the third generation's face smoothed out.
He let out a satisfied laugh: "Hooray! Well done!"
"Not only did they complete the escort mission, but they also helped quell the internal strife, supported the new king, and maintained the friendly relations between Konoha and its neighboring countries."
"This mission deserves an A grade."
Upon hearing the Third Hokage's praise, Konohamaru and his two companions immediately puffed out their chests, their little faces full of pride.
Naruto scratched his head, a hint of lingering fear and seriousness on his face.
Taking this opportunity, he offered the suggestion he had been pondering all along: "Third-generation grandfather, although the outcome of this mission was good, the process was really too dangerous."
"The minister of the Land of the Moon suddenly staged a coup, bringing in three very powerful rogue ninja. The difficulty of the mission is no less than that of an A-rank mission..."
"Could you please strengthen the background checks and management of clients in the future? Otherwise, it's just too much of a rip-off!"
Upon hearing this, the third generation took a puff of his pipe, amidst the swirling smoke.
He looked at Naruto with a hint of mockery: "Oh? Now you're worried about the dangers of missions?"
"I remember a certain kid who used to pester me every day, crying and begging to take on high-level missions of C rank or above."
"They even said things like, 'It's just protecting an old man who builds a bridge,' etc..."
"Wow! Third-generation grandfather! That, that was all nonsense I said when I was little! Let's not bring up those embarrassing stories!"
Naruto blushed instantly and tried to stop the Third Hokage from continuing.
This caused Konohamaru and the other two nearby to cover their mouths and chuckle.
The third generation chuckled a few times before his joking expression faded.
His tone softened and deepened: "Alright, I won't tease you anymore."
"Naruto, you're right. The credibility and background checks of clients definitely need to be strengthened."
"However, you must understand that people's hearts and the situation are constantly changing, and many things cannot be fully predicted."
"Just like this time, King Full Moon himself is also a victim."
His gaze swept over Naruto and the three genin behind him, and he said earnestly, "It is precisely because of this uncertainty that the village needs to rely on excellent, responsible, and adaptable jonin to lead the team."
"Your judgment, choices, and capabilities are the key to ensuring the mission's ultimate success and protecting the safety of the team members."
"Although this crisis was dangerous, it also provided you, especially Konohamaru and the others, with valuable experience and growth. Isn't that an important gain?"
Naruto nodded thoughtfully.
Indeed, without this accident, Konohamaru and his friends might have had to wait much longer to experience this kind of life-or-death ordeal.
"Alright, the task has been completed excellently, so the reward will naturally be generous."
The Third Hokage took out the heavy money pouch with the Land of the Moon pattern that Naruto was familiar with from the drawer and placed it on the table: "According to the rules, three percent of the commission fee will be deducted as village management funds."
"The rest are all from your Class 7... oh no, from your mission team this time."
Upon seeing the money pouch, Naruto's eyes lit up instantly. He temporarily forgot about risks and growth, and happily reached out to take it, saying, "Thank you, Third Hokage! Hehe!"
However, just as his fingers were about to touch the money bag...
The Third Hokage gently pressed his hand on the money pouch and added, "By the way, Naruto, don't forget to write up your mission report as a Jonin instructor and submit it to Tsunade as soon as possible."
"She's the Hokage now, and these documents ultimately need her review and signature."
Naruto's smile froze instantly, his outstretched hand hovered in mid-air, and he looked up blankly: "Report? What report?"
The Third Hokage raised an eyebrow: "Mission report, huh? As a supervising Jonin, I need to submit a detailed mission report every time I lead a team on a C-rank or higher mission."
"This includes the mission process, any special circumstances encountered, evaluation of team members' performance, and a summary of gains and losses. This is the prescribed procedure."
"D-level missions are simple and quick, so verbal reports are usually sufficient."
Naruto's mouth gaped open in an "O" shape, and he seemed to freeze in place once again: "This... I have to write a report?! I... I don't know how to write one!!"
He's good at fighting, but asking him to write something long and complicated is practically killing him.
Seeing Naruto's expression of being on high alert and wanting to run away immediately, a barely perceptible "smile" flashed in the Third Hokage's eyes.
He slowly took a drag of his cigarette and said, "Don't worry, I know this is your first time supervising a Jonin, so you're probably not familiar with how to write a report yet."
"So, I specially found you a 'good teacher' to teach you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the mission reception area was gently pushed open.
A person wearing a standard Jonin vest.
Wearing a black mask.
A head of arrogant silver hair hung lazily.
A familiar figure, still holding a copy of "I Love You" in his hand, strolled in like a ghost.
He glanced at Naruto, who was frozen in place, with his exposed dead fish eye.
The hand curved into a crescent shape, and the speaker greeted him in a relaxed and cheerful tone:
"Hey! Naruto! I heard you completed an incredibly difficult mission perfectly? You've really grown up."
The newcomer was none other than Kakashi Hatake!
When Naruto saw Kakashi, he was overjoyed: "Kakashi-sensei!"
But then he saw Kakashi's "malicious" smile.
And recalling what the Third Generation had just said, an extremely ominous premonition instantly surged into my mind!
Kakashi seemed not to notice Naruto's face turn deathly pale.
He continued in that infuriatingly lazy tone, "Don't worry! As your former mentor..."
"Teaching you how to write standard, detailed task reports is my bounden duty!"
"I will definitely teach you well."
He emphasized the words "teach well," and then, as if recalling a fond memory, added, "Just like back then, I guarantee you'll have a deep impression of me, one you'll never forget."
boom--! ! !
Kakashi's words were like a key, instantly unlocking the door deep in Naruto's memory that was called "the fear of being dominated by Kakashi-sensei"!
He recalled how he dealt with those textbooks under Kakashi's pressure when he was a child.
And now... are we going to apply this terrifying method to something as formal and literary as writing reports?!
Imagine being locked in a dimly lit office, facing a mountain of manuscript papers.
Kakashi stood behind him, ruler in hand, and slowly said, "The details here are lacking; rewrite it."
"Too many typos, you're punished by copying it a hundred times."
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