Reborn in Konoha as the Anbu Torturer

After hearing Aoba's words, Yuta stared at Aoba for a full three seconds.

"Aoba, you are the same as half a year ago, and there are no changes at all."

Yuta sighed.

Half a year ago, when he first met Aoba, the latter was just like this.

He was always focused on his own mission. And other than the mission given, everything else seemed to have nothing to do with him.

He was a mission-oriented ninja.

And he was not curious, not asking, and did not talk nonsense.

Such a strict personality was rare even in Anbu.

This was also the reason why he had a good impression of Aoba.

"Captain Yuta, half a year has passed, and you have changed a lot."

Aoba replied in the same format.

"Is it?"

Yuta was stunned for a moment. He did not realize that he had changed and felt that he had always been like this.

"Then tell me..."

"What did change?"

"What did I become?"

Just like that, Aoba raised Yuta's curiosity.

If it were someone else who said this, he might just laugh it off.

But these words came from Aoba's mouth.

He wanted to hear what Aoba had to say.

"You're starting to pursue the truth."

Aoba said indifferently.

"Isn't our Konohagakure Intelligence Division purpose is to pursue the truth?"

Yuta asked back.

"No."

Aoba shook his head and said meaningfully, "I think what we, Konohagakure Intelligence Division, want is not the truth, but the answer."

"The answer?"

Yuta narrowed his eyes slightly. He suddenly felt that the youth in front of him was not as simple as he thought. He then asked, "Isn't the truth the answer?"

"The truth is the truth; the answer is the answer, and the answer may not be the truth!"

Aoba shook his head again.

"Interesting. Are you saying that the answers we, Konohagakure Intelligence Division, give are not necessarily true?"

Yuta began to re-examine the youth in front of him.

"The answer does not need to be true, but it must be right. Just like when you were leading us subordinates to do things, you do not want us to get to the bottom of certain things. The higher-ups of the village also do not want you to investigate the so-called truth too much."

Aoba said a very awkward sentence.

"I understand what you mean."

Yuta was a very smart person, and he understood these principles better than Aoba. But because of the obsession in his heart, he had been stubborn.

"Captain Yuta, if there is nothing else, I will go back to work."

Aoba expressed his thoughts of leaving.

"I'll treat you to tea."

Yuta took the initiative to change the topic. His skeleton-like face squeezed out a smile and said, "I won't investigate this matter anymore, and I just want to talk to you more."

"Forget about it. I am just an ordinary and simple little Anbu ninja."

Aoba shook his head decisively.

"I will request for your leave."

Yuta said directly.

"Do I really need to come?"

A helpless smile appeared on Aoba's face.

"You have to come."

Yuta said with a smile, and he didn't dare to say anything.

If he said that, it was fine if you didn't want to go.

This kid would really refuse it.

...

Half an hour later.

In Konohagakure's tea shop.

Yuta and Aoba were sitting opposite each other. In the middle, there was a small table. The table was covered with white cloth, and there was a delicate teapot. The air was filled with the fragrance of tea.

After Yuta asked for Aoba's leave, he brought Aoba here.

"You don't drink tea usually, right?"

Yuta held the tea in his hands. His movements were slow, as if he was doing handicrafts.

Aoba nodded.

"Can't you say a few more words to me?"

Yuta looked up at Aoba.

He found that when he talked to Aoba, he always asked, and Aoba always just answered. Aoba kept answering his words and did not take the initiative to say anything.

"Sure."

Aoba nodded again, but he did not say anything.

"Hahahahaha..."

Yuta looked at Aoba and suddenly laughed. He poured a cup of tea from the teapot in his hand for Aoba and said, "Have a taste of the green tea I made."

"Green tea is good!"

Aoba took the slightly hot teacup, stared at the tea in the cup, and said, "I like green tea."

"Oh? Have you tasted green tea?"

Yuta started at Aoba in confusion. Didn't he just say that he doesn't drink tea? Why does he seem so familiar now?

"I haven't tested it, but I have heard of it. It is said that green tea is pure and refined, gentle and considerate. Unfortunately, I am mediocre and have never been favored by green tea."

Aoba sighed and said.

"?"

Aoba's words confused Yuta.

What the hell was that?

He understood every word!

But why can't I understand them when they were connected together?

Was this how you describe green tea?

Forget it...

Yuta quickly discarded the chaotic thoughts in his mind. He had already learned to automatically filter out the random words that Aoba occasionally said.

"Aoba."

"There's something I can't figure out."

"Why are you so cautious?"

Yuta took a sip of green tea and asked doubtfully. He could feel that this youth from his clan was not as ordinary as he appeared to be.

Ninjas of this age often gave him the feeling of a young lion.

Their strength was clearly not enough, but they just thought they were kings.

They always scrambled to express themselves to attract attention, get to know more companions, and be recognized by them...

However.

The feeling Aoba gave him was completely different.

He felt that Aoba was more like a turtle.

When he shrank his body into the turtle shell.

He was Low key, cautious, restrained, and he had an almost invisible existence.

However, a turtle could live for thousands or tens of thousands of years.

But, this was not the kind of personality that a young man of this age should have!

"Perhaps I am content with the current situation."

Aoba said indifferently. As he spoke, he took another sip of tea and used the teacup to cover his face, not revealing any expression.

"You..."

Yuta clearly felt that Aoba took another step back as if he had shrunk his body into a shell, taking a defensive posture.

Although Aoba was still sitting opposite him drinking tea.

But he could clearly feel the vigilant aura coming from Aoba. After all, he was a Sensory Ninja for a lifetime.

In an instant, he saw the vigilance under Aoba's indifferent expression.

This young man was too calm!

Yuta had never seen such a degree of steadiness in a young man of this age.

He didn't say much, didn't do much, didn't make mistakes, didn't leave any evidence, didn't give any reason or opportunities.

Facing Aoba, even if he wanted to pick a fight. He doesn't know what reason he needed to use.

All of a sudden, Yuta suddenly felt that Aoba was very terrifying!