Naruto: Starting by Reading Minds in Naruto

 

Hagoromo Kento’s hospitality did not weaken during the journey.

The convoy stopped at prepared inns rather than improvised camps. Food arrived hot, horses changed before fatigue slowed them, and household guards handled two groups of road bandits without asking the Konoha team to leave its protective formation. Kento appeared determined to prove that money could remove every discomfort from a mission.

Tonbo accepted the comforts without mistaking them for safety.

The four shinobi rotated watch through every meal and halt. Atsushi inspected sealed cargo and distant terrain with the Byakugan. Tsuyoshi and Gaku tracked people who approached the road, separating travelers from anyone matching the convoy’s pace. Shikyō’s insects rode beneath wagons, within tree lines, and above the route where ordinary scouts would be visible.

Their methods overlapped most strongly at close range and weakened in different conditions. Heavy rain would confuse scent. Strong wind could scatter insects. Layered barriers could distort the Byakugan. Tonbo’s broad perception might miss anyone capable of becoming indistinguishable from soil or vegetation.

Tonbo turned those limits into travel drills. Atsushi identified chakra signatures without naming their owners; Tsuyoshi and Gaku classified the same figures by scent, while Shikyō tracked which ones his insects avoided. When reports disagreed, the team stopped and found why. A merchant carrying cold-storage seals looked lifeless to Tonbo’s first sweep because the cargo distorted nearby chakra. Atsushi saw the man clearly. Gaku smelled medicine and fish.

No enemy emerged from the exercise. The team learned how an innocent anomaly felt before a hostile one forced the lesson.

No method earned trust by being called exceptional.

The three chūnin were close to Tonbo’s age and had reached their rank through clan training refined across generations. Atsushi spoke only when a report required it. Shikyō treated silence as his natural condition. Tsuyoshi filled the empty space for all of them, usually with observations about Gaku, food, or the expense of equipment.

They were talented without being prodigies. That distinction mattered. Villages depended less upon the few names that entered history than upon hundreds of shinobi who became competent, survived, and taught the next patrol how not to repeat their mistakes.

Two days after leaving Konoha, the convoy crossed into Hagoromo territory.

The estate occupied a wide basin fed by artificial streams. Warehouses and workshops stood beyond residential walls, linked by stone paths and covered bridges. Buildings reflected styles gathered from several trading regions but shared the clan crest and the same pale roof tile. Watchtowers concealed radio posts behind decorative screens.

Wealth had not erased defense. It had made defense look less like a fortress.

Several trial candidates watched the convoy arrive from an open court.

The compound separated candidates from the household guards training nearby. Children practiced Wind Release against weighted cloth vanes instead of human targets, measuring how long each vane remained raised. Instructors recorded control, waste, and recovery rather than applauding the largest gust. The method suggested more discipline than the candidates’ conversation.

”Those are the Konoha shinobi?” one asked.

”Four people to watch twelve candidates,” another said. ”We could supervise ourselves.”

An older boy adjusted the expensive guard across his forearm. ”The clan paid them so our instructors can handle important work. Hired labor exists to absorb risk.”

”Gale Valley does not care who is noble,” a girl replied. ”If you lose consciousness, I hope your money teaches the wind to put you down gently.”

Laughter followed, some directed at the boy and some at the Konoha team. Tonbo heard every word and continued walking. Arrogance from untested children was less dangerous than an instructor who shared it.

Kento delivered the team to a reception building near the outer wall.

”Rest here until the trial begins,” he said. ”The inner estate remains private. Wandering beyond the marked paths will be treated as intelligence gathering.”

”Provide a boundary map and emergency exceptions,” Tonbo said.

Kento produced both. In an attack, fire, or medical evacuation, the team could cross restricted routes while transmitting position to household security. The rule prevented secrecy from becoming a trap.

”Professional matters should be handled professionally,” Kento said. ”I assume Konoha understands that.”

”We do.”

After he left, Tsuyoshi surveyed the guest compound. ”This is better than the Inuzuka estate. They have a heated bath and a separate kitchen for visitors.”

”The insects prefer the outer garden,” Shikyō said.

Atsushi studied a tower through the wall. ”Their civilian communications network is integrated with guard posts. Most clans place those systems apart.”

”Trade depends on messages arriving before competitors act,” Tonbo said. ”Security and business serve the same routes here.”

He assigned rooms and a rotating perimeter despite Kento’s guards. The mission covered one month inside Gale Valley. A comfortable first night did not justify arriving unprepared for the trial.

At dusk, Tonbo walked the permitted grounds with a visible escort, noting evacuation routes and medical stations. He left a Shadow Clone in the guest house to continue reviewing Atmospheric Guidance. The clone charted expected wind variables, equipment placement, and limits on observation near Hagoromo seals.

Night settled over tiled roofs and quiet water.

Beyond the outer warehouses, several figures moved between patrol intervals. Transformation disguised faces. Earth Release softened footfalls. One wore a scratched Grass forehead protector; another carried an Amegakure mask and the confidence of a man who believed numbers had already won. They gathered beneath a storage bridge where running water obscured low voices.

”The main Hagoromo escort departed,” the Grass rogue said. ”Our source confirms only two high-level fighters remain.”

”And the Konoha team?”

”One jōnin, three chūnin. Sensors.”

The Amegakure leader dismissed the concern. Several hired squads waited outside the estate, supplied through a trade rival whose agreement with Gatō had drawn the Hagoromo force away. Inside collaborators had mapped guard rotations and prepared to change sides when the attack began.

”A Konoha jōnin is not an ordinary obstacle,” the Grass rogue warned.

”One team cannot defend an estate from every direction. We are not here to duel them. Kill the clan leadership, seize the records, and remove the heirs before Konoha understands the objective.”

The plan divided attackers into four roles. Collaborators would open two storehouse gates and disable the internal radio relay. A strike team would kill senior defenders before alarms spread. Another would intercept anyone fleeing toward the capital. The final group would wait near Gale Valley, where the surviving candidates could be eliminated away from witnesses.

Their information was detailed enough to prove access to current schedules. It did not include the Konoha team’s arrival time until that evening, suggesting the spy knew Hagoromo operations but did not control Konoha’s mission office.

No one noticed the moth resting beneath the bridge. It was not one of Shikyō’s insects. Tonbo had shaped it from Living Weave after detecting unfamiliar chakra near the warehouse. Through its senses, he listened until the conspirators dispersed. He did not pursue.

Instead, Tonbo placed two woven beetles on separate trails and sent a short-range pulse to his Shadow Clone. The clone began encrypting the observations into a mission report that could be dispatched if Tonbo failed to return. Knowledge that died with the sensor did not protect anyone.

Capturing one group would warn the others and reveal that Konoha knew the plan. The mission authorized protection of trial candidates, not an unsanctioned purge across private land. Tonbo marked every chakra signature he could hold, sent the moth after the most cautious conspirator, and returned toward the guest house under Unseen Presence.

The comfortable mission had ended before the trial began.