Nawaki was on the verge of tears. He hadn't even touched the cards, and his money was gone.
Could anyone be more miserable?
Sister, you really are my sister. No one else would do something like this.
"How about we give it back to you?" Minato suggested, feeling bad.
Right now, Nawaki just looks so helpless and pitiful. It's starting to make me feel guilty.
After all, Minato had won the most.
"It's fine. I'm used to it. It just hurts a bit."
Nawaki forced a smile.
"Next time, I'll hide my allowance better. She won't find it. I'm sure of it."
Maybe we should just keep our distance. I heard stupidity is contagious.
Xin promptly backed away, distancing himself from Nawaki.
Minato thought it over and decided to follow suit. Right now, Nawaki's got a bit of that foolish vibe going on. Better stay away.
After a day of dodging around, Xin and Minato finally learned what their job was.
That's when they understood why they had a bad feeling earlier.
"So, our job is to guard the sealed scrolls in the morgue to prevent anyone from stealing the corpses?"
In the world of shinobi, you don't even get peace after death.
Your body can be dissected for secrets, and even your soul might not escape.
With so many ninja casualties in the war between Konoha and the Hidden Rain, the sheer
number of corpses made it impractical to transport them all back. Instead, they were sealed in scrolls to be transported in batches.
Nawaki's task was to guard the scrolls at night.
And Xin and Minato were assigned to assist him.
No wonder that jumpy medical ninja had given them such a strange look earlier.
At their age, to be brought to the battlefield alongside Tsunade means they're no ordinary genin. But to be immediately assigned to guard a bunch of corpses...
Who wouldn't be frustrated by that?
"Yes, even though the chances of someone actually coming to steal a body are very slim."
Nawaki looked embarrassed. He hadn't mentioned the task earlier because it wasn't exactly a glamorous job.
I'm supposed to be out on the front lines, not stuck guarding the morgue!
But that's where he ended up.
The morgue was eerily quiet, even during the day, but at night, the silence made the place downright creepy.
Anyone with a weaker constitution would find it unbearable to stay there for long.
Leaning against a wooden post, Xin asked with a sigh, "Nawaki, did you piss someone off to get stuck with this job?"
"It was our teacher's decision."
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