Naruto: Born Gifted in Konoha

Leaving there, Saitama didn't choose to leave this town.

Since he now knew it was one of the logistics transfer centers for the Stone army and could be considered a key location in this battle, Saitama felt he should do something worthy of his identity as a Konoha ninja.

From the obtained intelligence, Saitama knew that the Stone shinobi's camp routinely had three hundred shinobi maintaining operations, among them numerous jonin.

So, charging in headfirst would've been a really dumb idea.

But next was to slowly understand the specific circumstances before taking action.

Sabotage itself was no big deal; the real challenge was how to complete the sabotage yet escape unharmed afterward.

And since Saitama already knew this place was a logistics transfer station, his goal wasn't merely destruction. He needed to find a way to obtain the Stone's supply route map — that would truly be a successful mission.

Everything required more careful planning!

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Over the next two days, Saitama continued gathering information.

As he walked down the street, Saitama had changed into a fresh set of clothes. This time, he'd picked something form-fitting. His katana was strapped along his thigh, hidden beneath his long robe — completely inconspicuous.

The necessary intel was basically all gathered now. It was time to take action.

Looking at a squad of shinobi just ahead, this thought passed through Saitama's mind.

He picked up an apple from a nearby stall, casually threw a banknote onto the counter, then walked off in another direction.

Crunch! He took nearly half the apple in one bite, humming a tune as he leisurely moved out of sight from that Stone shinobi squad.

Tonight then. During the daytime, they'd just dispatched a unit to transport supplies toward the frontline, meaning the camp would now be at its weakest.

Thinking about this, Saitama narrowed his eyes slightly, continuing to eat the apple bite by bite until it was gone.

Puff! The core was tossed away, landing precisely in a trash can by the roadside.

Returning to his lodgings — a hotel packed with travelers from all over — Saitama blended right in, just another face in the crowd.

After closing doors and windows, he walked over to his bed, removing the outer layer of clothing to reveal a form-fitting ninja uniform underneath — perfectly matching the red uniform of the Stone shinobi.

Now came the wait for the right moment! He sat cross-legged on the bed, sword resting across his thighs, and closed his eyes to rest.

It was just past three in the afternoon — around six would be the perfect time to start moving, as dusk began to settle.

Opening his eyes again, the sky outside the window had already turned dark. Sitting inside, he could still hear the wind howling fiercely from time to time.

Saitama stood up and took out a ninja vest from a nearby cabinet. It bore the symbol of Stone Shinobi—taken from a captured Stone Shinobi, and it fit perfectly.

After dressing in the vest, Saitama double-checked the equipment for this mission. Once all the gear was confirmed, he walked to the window.

Pushing it open and gazing at the figures below in the darkness, Saitama leaped forward, landing on the rooftop. In several flickers, his figure vanished without disturbing anyone.

He was about to proceed according to plan.

His footsteps barely made a sound as he sprinted across the rooftops toward the previously scouted Ninja Camp.

The camp layout was very simple—right in the center stood the tent of the ninja Shihara Shin, Saitama's target.

As the highest-ranking ninja here, only the most crucial secrets could be found inside.

Soon, Saitama reached the edge of the camp. Although located deep within the Land of Earth, the security guarding the site remained tight, with numerous watchtowers stationed around.

Sitting on a tree branch, Saitama crouched low among the leaves, silently watching the scene below.

The patrols circling the perimeter followed a set pattern—approximately every three minutes one passed by. This intel had been gathered by Saitama the previous day.

Remaining completely still, he held his breath until the patrol passed out of sight.

About a minute later, a squad of nearly ten shinobi strolled past. As soon as they left his view, Saitama started moving.

He had three full minutes to infiltrate the perimeter—more than enough time, especially with his speed.

[Shifting Body Technique], Saitama arrived at the wooden fence surrounding the camp's outer limits. Made of tightly bound logs, it stood nearly ten meters high.

Scanning the area carefully, he confirmed no enemies were present on the other side. Then, stepping lightly along the wall, he flipped over and landed silently beyond it.

Before him stretched rows of tents. He now stood at the camp's southwest corner. According to intel obtained from the Stone Shinobi, this area stored ninja tools.

Looking around, there were indeed no shinobi stationed here. However, not far away, two tents glowed with lamplight.

Obviously, these were guarded by shinobi assigned to watch this sector.

Without alerting anyone, Saitama suppressed his presence completely, skillfully advancing through the zone relying purely on taijutsu techniques.

Once entering the main path of the camp, he calmed himself, retrieving a forehead protector from his pouch and tying it firmly onto his brow. He strolled forward with an easygoing look.

This was part of Saitama's plan—after all, in such a massive encampment, no one knew everyone, so blending in was definitely doable.

Walking alone among the tents with an indifferent look, Saitama even gave polite nods when passing other Stone Shinobi.

It was still early. After wandering around to familiarize himself with the terrain, Saitama noticed that patrols became denser closer to the central area.

Thus, he found an empty tent and sneaked inside, quietly waiting for the right moment.

Two more hours passed as he remained hidden. During this time, some ninjas even came to inspect this tent, but Saitama cleverly slipped past unnoticed, leaving the enemies completely unaware of anything unusual.

Gently lifting a corner of the tent flap, Saitama peered outside.

The whole camp lay silent, broken only by the steady crackle of flames.

The number of patrolling ninjas had also begun to decrease.

Feeling the timing was right, Saitama crouched low and swiftly darted out of the tent into the open.

Slipping silently from one shadow to another among the tents, Saitama steadily approached the center. His speed kept him hidden, letting him slip past the seasoned ninja unnoticed.

Soon, a large red tent came into view.

"That must be Shihara Shin's tent," Saitama murmured, pressing himself tightly against another tent, his eyes deep in thought.

This advance had gone extremely well. Whether it was because so many had departed during the daylight hours or something else, there were many empty tents scattered throughout the camp—almost as if they had been left on purpose, making it easier for Saitama to proceed.

But Saitama didn't dwell on it; his actions had always been carefully planned. These were just coincidences. Still, he pushed forward—his plan unwavering.

Several figures passed by without noticing Saitama hiding nearby.

WHOOSH! Saitama transformed into a black shadow, darting straight into the tent.

This wasn't the Jōnin's quarters—it was his command tent, so Saitama wasn't worried about encountering anyone at this hour.

The moment he entered, darkness immediately enveloped him, obscuring everything from sight.

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