Naruto：Immortality and the Eight Inner Gates[Double agent]

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Time passed, and over a month had gone by.

The familiar seaside and the small wooden cabin remained unchanged.

In the afternoon, sunlight bathed the earth.

"Creak~" The door of the small cabin opened. Rinjin stepped out, neatly dressed and brimming with energy.

He casually took out a mirror.

"Holy crap! Who's this black dude?"

Startled, Rinjin hurriedly threw the mirror away. Apparently, even he had scared himself.

But that wasn't important.

What mattered most was that, after more than a month of effort, with thousands of shadow clones working tirelessly day and night, he had finally, just before his mental state was about to collapse, mastered the advanced *Flying Raijin* technique—*Flying Raijin Mutual Instantaneous Rotation Technique*.

Moreover, during his last contact with Konoha's Anbu, Rinjin had finalized the communication method for the future.

There would be no direct contact within Kumogakure. All his information exchange would take place within the Land of Hot Water, where he would use shadow clones to relay messages.

Additionally, all his reports would be verbal, leaving no written records.

Konoha's response was clear: Tsuchinu, his old acquaintance, would serve as his contact and remain stationed in the Land of Hot Water for the long term.

With no worries about his rear support and all preparations complete, Rinjin stepped onto his oversized sword, ready to set off.

This time, he would infiltrate the Land of Lightning from above.

The Land of Lightning was characterized by towering, cloud-piercing peaks, a humid climate, and constant thunderstorms. The probability of being struck by lightning while entering from the air was a hundred times higher than usual.

Because of this, the Land of Lightning had almost no aerial defenses.

However, Rinjin, despite his now dark skin, still didn't have the right hairstyle.

After all, his target, Raimui, had an outrageously flamboyant afro!

Rinjin's medium-length, shaggy hair clearly wasn't "explosive" enough.

So, what could he do?

...

Forming hand seals, Rinjin's massive sword took flight. Standing atop the flying blade with his hands behind his back, his clothes billowing in the wind, he sped across the sea.

Soon, with his newly acquired afro hairstyle, Rinjin arrived at his first destination: the Thunderclap Temple.

The Thunderclap Temple was built at the foot of a towering mountain. Its ornate architecture exuded grandeur.

From afar, the resonant sound of a bell could be heard.

By now, evening was approaching—perfect timing for an infiltration.

Rinjin descended from his flying sword and landed on the ground. With his smoking afro, he slowly approached the renowned temple in the Land of Lightning.

"Secret Technique: Slippery Phantom Jutsu!"

Forming hand seals rapidly, Rinjin's body was enveloped in a gray mist, blending seamlessly with the dense underbrush.

At the same time, he formed another hand seal.

"Go!" With a low command, his massive sword soared into the sky once more.

Watching the sword reach its designated position, Rinjin lowered his head and began to move toward the Thunderclap Temple.

One step, two steps—he drew closer to the temple.

Just then, a middle-aged man with dark skin and a Kumogakure forehead protector leapt onto the red brick wall of the temple.

"Who's in the bushes?" he demanded coldly.

The next moment, three more Kumogakure ninjas emerged from within the temple walls.

"Attack!"

Before Rinjin could respond, a kunai with an explosive tag attached came hurtling toward him.

What the hell?! You guys are this aggressive?

There was no time to think. The moment the explosion erupted, Rinjin vanished from the spot and reappeared atop his airborne sword.

On the ground, the explosion roared, and flames briefly illuminated the dim dusk.

"Captain, did we get him?" one of the ninjas asked.

The middle-aged man who had first appeared shook his head gravely.

"No. The chakra vanished suddenly—it must have been a clone."

With that, the man, referred to as the captain, leapt back onto the temple wall.

"Search the bushes!"

"Yes, sir!" The other three responded in unison.

In the air, Rinjin frowned deeply.

A rookie mistake! I can't believe I made such a basic error. Looks like my time in Konoha made me a bit overconfident. I need to adjust my mindset!

He still remembered the lessons Mizuguma had once taught him.

As an undercover agent, it was crucial to thoroughly understand the customs and habits of the target location before infiltration, especially the general temperament of its people.

Rinjin had read plenty of Konoha's intelligence reports on Kumogakure and thought he understood the village well. Yet, he had almost suffered a setback.

But it wasn't too late!

Now, he needed to apply Mizuguma's second lesson: blend in with the village's overall personality as much as possible!

Back in Konoha, Rinjin hadn't paid much attention to this, as Konoha's inclusivity allowed for all sorts of eccentric styles to coexist.

But Kumogakure was different!

This village, with few defectors and minimal scandals, had a style completely unlike Konoha!

And the style here? Well, the guys back there had already shown him—it was all about being reckless!

Thinking of this, Rinjin's lips curled into a wide grin, revealing his brilliantly white teeth.

"In that case, let's adjust the plan!"

With that, he quickly formed hand seals.

"Transformation Jutsu!" he muttered.

In an instant, Rinjin transformed into an ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

"Next up, this!" he murmured, pulling a few bricks from his bag.

Aiming at the temple roof below, Rinjin hurled one of the bricks.

"Here we go!"

"Whoosh!"

The brick spun through the air, quickly descending and smashing into the ancient, blue-tiled roof.

"Bang!" The loud crash shattered the temple's tranquility.

Before long, a bald old monk emerged from the temple's main hall, clutching his head.

A massive lump, the size of a peach, had formed on his shiny head.

"Who the hell did this?!"

Looking up, the monk spotted the flying sword in the sky and the nondescript middle-aged man standing atop it.

His eyes widened in fury as he pointed skyward and cursed.

"You little punk! Get down here! Didn't your mom teach you not to throw bricks?!"

Hearing this, Rinjin couldn't help but laugh.

Oh boy, this bald guy's got quite the mouth on him!

But Rinjin didn't retort. Keeping a straight face, he silently pulled out another stack of bricks from his backpack.

When I can't win with words, I strike with force.

"Here we go!"

The brick flew out, whistling through the air as it hurtled toward the monk's shiny head.

"Dodge!" The monk twisted his hips ungracefully, narrowly avoiding the brick. Then, with a smug grin, he flipped Rinjin the bird.

"Brat! Didn't your mom teach you bricks are for building walls? Get down here and let me smack some sense into you!"

Nearby, the gathered Kumogakure ninjas looked at the monk in exasperation.

"Master Chikū, that's a middle-aged man, not a brat. You should find some cover!"

"Bullshit! Can't you tell it's a Transformation Jutsu?!" the monk retorted, puffing up his cheeks and pushing aside the ninja beside him. Pointing at Rinjin, he began cursing again.

"You little punk! Get down here and let me fix that brain of yours. Then we'll be even!" he shouted, tossing a brick in his hand.

Rinjin's face darkened.

Even? I'll give you "even"!

Muttering under his breath, he hurled another brick at lightning speed.

"Whoosh!" The monk smirked disdainfully at the incoming brick and casually twisted his hips to dodge.

As the brick passed by, a voice even more annoying than his own whispered in his ear.

"Flying Raijin Smash!"

"Clang!" A sound like a bell echoed as the monk was struck down by a middle-aged man wielding a brick.

Before a second passed, the man vanished.

The surrounding ninjas were stunned. A young kunoichi hurried forward to help the monk up.

But when she saw his shiny head, she couldn't help but laugh.

Her laughter caught the attention of the other ninjas, who turned to look at the monk.

The next moment, they all turned away in unison, their faces flushed red.

Master Chikū, supported by the laughing kunoichi, felt his head throbbing. Reaching up, he touched his scalp.

Instantly, his eyes widened. Looking skyward, his face filled with fury.

"You little punk! Get down here! I'll turn you into a Buddha today!"

Perched atop his flying sword, Rinjin weighed a brick in his hand, smirking as he called down.

"Master! You've got a butt growing on your head!"

Hearing this, the monk exploded with rage, hurling bricks at Rinjin with all his might. Unfortunately, while his head was tough, his strength left much to be desired.

Gravity won every time, and the bricks fell back down, nearly hitting his own men.

Seeing this, the monk began hurling every curse imaginable, many of which involved "your mom."

Rinjin remained unfazed. No matter how much the monk cursed, he simply replied, "You've got a butt on your head."

Realizing he couldn't win, the monk lost his composure and grabbed a nearby ninja.

"Use *Storm Release*! Shoot him down!"

The middle-aged ninja glanced at the monk's head, where two lumps resembling buttocks had formed. One even had writing on it: "Go wherever you want!"

Suppressing his laughter, the ninja sighed and formed hand seals.

"Storm Release: Laser Circus." Instantly, several beams of light shot from his fingertips.

Meanwhile, not far from the temple, a blue flash darted out of Kumogakure, leaping through the mountains at an astonishing speed.

Seeing this, Rinjin smirked and formed a single hand seal.

"Bye-bye! *Flying Raijin Jutsu!*"