Naruto, my father's name is Uchiha Madara.

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Within the space of consciousness:

"Pfft—Hahahaha!!!"

Nine-Tailed Fox's deafening, unrestrained laughter erupted first, its massive body doubled over with laughter on the water's surface.

Nine tails slapped the water's surface wildly, stirring up towering waves.

"Here it comes! Here it comes again! You brat! I told you your 'troublesome client-attracting constitution' was hereditary, didn't I?!"

"Hahaha! Look! Look! What is this? History repeats itself! A classic remake!"

A giant water mirror instantly condensed under the control of the Nine-Tails' claws, clearly reflecting several figures that sent Naruto's blood pressure soaring—

Dazner, the old man who built the bridge, cried poverty and tried to get away with it.

The alcoholic, decadent, and refusal-to-perform Princess Xiaoxue.

And then there's Shion, the priestess of the Land of Demons who keeps predicting his death...

The final shot focuses on the arrogant little boy inside the carriage.

"Tazuna! Yuki! Shion! And now here comes this arrogant archery prince! Hahaha!"

Kurama laughed until tears almost streamed down his face: "Naruto! It's a shame you don't buy a lottery ticket with that kind of luck!"

"How come every time I take on a slightly challenging task, I always end up with these bizarre clients who can drive you crazy?"

"Uncle Nine-Ratna! Stop talking!"

Naruto's consciousness crouched on the surface of the water in his consciousness space, holding his head, feeling as if his face was hot enough to fry an egg.

The dark history of the Land of Waves mission, which Konohamaru brought up before, has not completely faded away.

Now, it has been mercilessly whipped by the Nine-Tailed Fox, and has even added new "achievements".

He wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into immediately, or use the Flying Thunder God Technique to escape this mission site that was driving him crazy.

Minato's phantom shook its head helplessly and smiled bitterly, its azure eyes filled with understanding and sympathy: "Sigh, it seems Naruto's 'unique' fate as a ninja on missions continues."

He looked at Naruto's consciousness, his tone both comforting and instructive: "This is also a kind of training, Naruto."

"As a captain and a Jonin instructor, learning how to deal with clients of various personalities, even those with ill intentions or who want to cause trouble, to protect team members and complete missions are all essential skills."

Kushina's phantom image had her hands on her hips, and her fiery red hair seemed to be truly burning.

This reveals the owner's extreme displeasure: "How dare this brat look down on my son?"

Ban crossed his arms, his scarlet kaleidoscope of eternity coldly sweeping across the image in the water mirror.

Finally, the light landed on Naruto's disheveled consciousness, a cold, extremely disdainful sneer curling at the corner of its lips: "Hmph, a boring cycle. The troubles of the weak are always the same."

"If this were during the Warring States period, this ignorant brat and his useless father would have been thrown to the wild beasts long ago."

His words were as cold as ever, but also carried an arrogance that said, "This little trouble is not worth mentioning."

Naruto took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the "mental pollution" and soaring blood pressure brought by his family in his consciousness space.

His smile was a little stiff, but he tried his best to maintain it.

He patted the still sulking Konohamaru: "Alright, Konohamaru, calm down."

"Remember, we are ninjas, and the mission comes first."

"Clients... are human after all, and it's normal for them to have different personalities. Just bear with it and it will pass."

His words sounded like he was comforting Konohamaru, but more like he was comforting himself.

He glanced at the magnificent carriage; the curtains were drawn, obscuring the figure of the troublesome little prince.

She glanced at the Full Moon Prince again, who simply took out a silk handkerchief and wiped his sweat.

He seemed quite used to his son's archery performance and didn't even utter a word of reprimand.

He just waved his chubby hand impatiently: "Alright, it's just kids playing around, don't worry about it."

"It's getting late, let's hurry and set off! We need to get to the Oasis Station before sunset!"

Naruto sighed inwardly, but could only nod reluctantly, "Yes, Your Highness. We shall depart immediately."

He turned around and whispered to Konohamaru, Moegi, and Udon, "Pay attention! Moegi and Udon, stay in the middle of the convoy and keep an eye on the sand dunes on both sides."

"Konohamaru, come with me to the front. Stay alert!"

The three responded in unison, temporarily suppressing their earlier displeasure and dissatisfaction with the little prince.

The caravan set off again, its heavy wheels crunching and creaking over the yellow sand.

The panting of the camels and the shouts of the guards mingled as they traveled through the vast, scorching desert.

Naruto walked at the front of the group, alongside the caravan's lead guard, his sharp eyes scanning the rolling sand dunes ahead and to both sides.

The scorching sun relentlessly baked the earth, and the heat waves distorted the distant scenery.

Konohamaru followed beside Naruto, his small face covered in sweat and dust, but his eyes were more vigilant than before.

Mogi and Udon also tried their best to overcome their fatigue and discomfort, and carefully observed their surroundings as Naruto instructed.

While remaining vigilant, Naruto silently prayed, "Please... please don't let anything else go wrong this time..."

"Let's just leave a C-rank mission as a C-rank... Aside from the one with Shion, look what happened to the Land of Waves and the Land of Snow in the end..."

"I hope the little prince of the Moon Kingdom is just a bear, and doesn't give me another 'S-class' surprise..."

He felt that his "troublesome client-attracting constitution" was almost like some kind of causal weapon.

However, Naruto was unaware that several miles away from the caravan...

Several ghostly figures were crouching atop a tall sand dune.

They were covered with camouflage cloth that blended almost seamlessly with the yellow sand.

Only pairs of sharp, greedy, and murderous eyes, like those of hawks, were visible, staring intently at the caravan slowly crawling through the sea of ​​sand.

Like a hungry wolf eyeing its fat prey.

One of them licked his chapped lips, his hoarse voice filled with bloodthirsty excitement:

"The fat sheep is here... and he's brought a few Konoha brats and a blond guy... Notify the boss, proceed with the plan!"

"The goods and the little prince... we want them both!"

Beneath the tranquility of the desert, undercurrents have already begun to stir.

Naruto Uzumaki's first C-rank mission as a mentor to Jonin was destined to be anything but peaceful.

Chapter 283 A Day in the Life of a Teacher

The caravan moved slowly through the boundless sea of ​​sand.

The camel bells rang monotonously, mingling with the crunching of wheels over gravel, creating a soporific effect.

Konohamaru and the other two seemed to have adapted a little better, but they still kept sipping water in small sips.

Vigilantly observing the surroundings—

It was mainly because I was provoked by Naruto's comment that "we might encounter bandits."

Naruto walked at the front of the group, appearing relaxed.

In reality, the senses of the whole body are like an invisible radar.

They meticulously scanned every suspicious dune and every unusual movement of air.

Years of combat experience had taught him that this seemingly calm and desolate desert often concealed the most deadly dangers.

His premonition soon came true.

When the caravan reached a narrow area with tall, wind-eroded rock pillars on both sides, a sharp whistle suddenly pierced the sky!

"Enemy attack! Prepare to fight!"

The caravan's guard leader roared at the top of his lungs, and the clanging of swords being drawn instantly filled the air.

Almost at the same time, dozens of figures, like venomous scorpions emerging from the sand, howled as they pounced down from behind the rock pillars on both sides and from the top of the sand dunes!

They wore tattered leather armor and sand-proof headscarves, their faces roughened by years of wind and sun exposure and bearing the fierceness characteristic of outlaws.

The scimitars, axes, and even crude clubs in their hands gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

The guards roared and charged forward. In an instant, swords clashed, and shouts of battle and screams shattered the silence of the desert.

"Konohamaru! Moegi! Udon!"

Naruto's low shout, steady and powerful, instantly snapped the three somewhat stunned genin back to reality.

"Triangle formation! Back to back! Protect yourselves and deal with the charging enemy! Remember what we've learned!"

He didn't instantly create hundreds of shadow clones to crush the enemy as he usually did.

This time, his role is to instruct Jonin.

His primary task was not to quickly eliminate the enemy.

Instead, it was to let these three inexperienced genin hone their skills in real battles, see blood, and toughen up their courage.

"Yes, Naruto-sensei!"

Konohamaru was the first to react, even though his heart was pounding.

However, they quickly drew out kunai and joined Moegi and Udon together, forming a slightly clumsy but effective defensive formation.

A ferocious-looking sand bandit howled and charged toward Menghuang, brandishing a rusty machete.

Moegi turned pale with fright and instinctively threw her shuriken.

However, due to nervousness, he lost his aim, and the shuriken grazed the sand bandit's shoulder.

"Moegi! Head down!"

Naruto's voice rang in her ear like a ghost.

Almost at the same time the sound arrived, a golden figure appeared in front of Moegi as if by teleportation.

No one even saw how he moved; it was just a simple, direct straight punch!

A dull thud was accompanied by a clear cracking sound.