Naruto: The Outsider's Resolve: CH_241

In the Goharu family's drug house, a group of workers busied themselves packaging the crushed brown crystal powder of heroin into bricks and small packets with an umbrella insignia on all pacakging. They wore leather gloves and had long scarfs wrapped around their nose and mouth to reduce their contact with the drug.

The drug house had recently doubled the number of workers from the increase in the business the Goharu family had recieved from the Hidden Frost shinobi army occupying the city. Not only were they selling their product to the army, it was also being sent into the Land of Frost to be packaged and sold in the neighbouring nation.

Among the workers was a bald man with a stick-like figure in his late thirties. Yamada was one of the hires. He was previously a carriage driver, but since the city was invaded, he had lost his source of income, and had been unemployed for months before he was hired by the Goharu family to work in the drug house. He had never worked with people like the Goharu family knowing the danger involved associated with those sort of people; however, he had a wife, two children, and his elderly parents depending on him as the sole breadwinner of the family—and in the tough times, he was willing to work anywhere, and the Goharu family was among the few offering work.

At the end of his shift, Yamada stepped out of the preparation area. He removed his gloves and scarf before walking to the office in the back. There was a line of other workers in Yamada's shift who had made a queue in the front of the office to receive their daily pay.

The boss in-charge of the drug house was Waichi, the brother-in-law of the Goharu family's head. He had a mean reputation which Yamada had found to be true from his experience working in the drug house. Waichi had a tendency to yell at workers when they made even the smallest mistakes and cruelly dock pay for each mistake. He ran the drug house with fear and Yamada always felt like he was walking on a tight-rope when he was working.

The line moved up and Yamada could hear Waichi tearing into others for their mistakes, lack of packing speed, too much talking, and every little thing possible. He clutched the hem of his shirt and prayed for a light yelling. His turn came and unexpectedly, Waichi directly handed him the pay without any nasty words.

"Good job, today," said Waichi.

Even though it was the bare minimum decorum that should be expected in a place of work, but the words of simple praise made Yamada's heart swell with pride and happiness. He bowed deeply to Waichi, who hummed in approval.

"Keep working like today and I might raise your wage."

"T-Thank you, sir!"

After leaving the factory, Yamada went straight to the butcher and bought some meat for dinner even though he couldn't afford it, but he knew that that his family would be happy—and as long as he continued to work to the best of his ability, his wage would increase, improving the life of his family. He decided to apply for double-shift twice a week to show initiative.

"I'm home!" Yamada called with a smile. "Dear, I bought meat from the butcher! Have you started dinner preparation?"

The house opened up to a living room where Yamada expected to see his father reading a book, but the room was empty, so he went to the kitchen beside the living room to put down the meat to find it empty.

"Where's everyone?" he whispered to himself.

Not thinking about it too much, he quickly headed straight the bigger washroom to take a bath as he did every day since he started working at the drug house. He didn't want to interact with his children with any traces of harmful drugs on him. Upon entering the washroom, he was surprised to see not only was the bath prepared, the change of clothes his wife prepared every day wasn't present.

That's when he realised that the house was too quiet, and when he focused, he heard the faint sound of sobbing from inside his and his wife's bedroom. He instantly recognised his daughter's voice and a chill went down his spine as a hundred bad thoughts exploded in his mind.

"Maiko!"

He sprinted into the bedroom and had just caught the sight of his parents on the bed holding his children close to them and a figure dressed in black robe with a white robe standing near the bed when another similarly dressed figure tackled him into the wall.

"Papa!"

Ignoring the pain from being slammed into the wall and the arm pressing against his neck, Yamada looked at his family. They looked utterly exhausted and scared, but didn't seem to have any injuries on them. He noticed that his wife was missing from the room.

"Where is Hiromi?" he asked in panic as he was dragged out of the bedroom and thrown onto the living room floor. "W-Who are you!? Why are you in my house? Where's my wife? What have you done with her? I swear if one hair on head is harmed, I will—!"

There were two people dressed in complete black with white porcelain masks on their face. Other than their height, the only distinguishing were the hair, and the patterns on their mask—snake and eagle. The person standing beside his family had a badger pattern on the mask—making three strangers in his house that he knew of.

"Quiet down, Yamada," said Snake—she had a woman's voice. "Your family is unharmed."

"My wife—" He tried to get up but Snake kicked him down and kept her foot down on her chest. The foot felt like a giant boulder on his chest, no matter how much he tried, he could barely shift.

"If you don't stop yelling, your wife won't be fine," she said. The sheer casualness with how Snake threatened him sent a spike of fear in Yamada's voice. He shut his mouth and gulped deeply as the weight of the foot on his chest made breathing difficult. "Good," she continued, "now that you're listening, let me make something very clear. The safety of your family is firmly in your hands. Follow what we say, and we won't be forced to make them suffer."

Snake removed her foot from his chest and took a step back. Yamada immediately pushed himself away from Snake, but could only move a few pushes before getting kicked by Eagle in the back. He had Snake in the front and Eagle in the back.

"W-Where is my wife?" he asked from the floor, looking up at intruders. His eyes fluttered to the bedroom, his entire being wanting to go console his crying children.

"She's not here. Rest assured, she's completely safe," said Eagle.

"Please b-bring her back; don't hurt her," he begged. His imagination went back to the worst scenarios; the fear of never getting to see her again was too overwhelming.

"As we said, the safety of your family is firmly in your hands... We want you to do something only you can do for us," said Snake and threw a sachet filled with brown crystal powder on the ground.

One look at the umbrella insignia was enough for him to recognise the Goharu family's mark. He knew it by heart as it was put on all packaged product that went out of the drug house.

"T-This is..."

———
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Two days ago in the factory base, Takuma sat down with Anko, Kameko, and Rikku for a discussion about the poisoning the the Hidden Frost shinobi through the drugs they had seized from the Renge gang during the police station bombing.

"The drug house is small and well-protected round the clock. Sneaking inside to switch the drugs going to the enemy is technically feasible, but I don't have the confidence to pull it off flawlessly," said Anko.

Daiki and her had done reconnaissance on the drug house. The guards at the drug house weren't chakra practitioners which made them non-threats, but the team couldn't knock them out or get rid of them as that would raise alarms later, potentially sabotaging the plan—and the building was small and open enough that completing the mission with total stealth was extremely risky. They also didn't know the drug house's interior and which drugs would go to the shinobi, making the switch unreliable.

She had asked Takuma for two more days to see if she could figure it out, but unfortunately, still deemed the mission completion without outside help unfeasible without great risk.

"Did you find someone?" asked Kameko.

Takuma sitting across them on a sheet metal table nodded. "We need someone who has access to the drug house and thus has the required knowledge to know which drugs will go to the enemy," he said. "Our new partnership with the Kumi family has already bore fruit. They confirmed that none of the guards are chakra practitioners, and they given us the information about all the regular workers in the drug house."

If the team couldn't do it, they needed someone else to do it—and who better than a worker inside the drug house.

He pushed the files he had made on the workers and tapped one of them.

"I like him the most," he said.

Rikku opened that file and read. "Yamada... wife, two children, both parents alive. Has been working in the drug house for nearly three months. He's new," she said looking up at him. "Previously worked as a carriage driver. No previous association to the Goharu family or any shady organisation..."

"He has a reputation of a family man. We can use him to sneak in the tainted drugs and have him switch them out," said Takuma.

"Family man, huh," Anko said, taking the file from RIkku. "I can work with that."

———
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Anko threw down the drug sachet with umbrella insignia on the floor in front of Yamada.

"T-This..."

"Can you tell the difference," she asked him. The Kumi family had procured a sample of the Goharu family's product—sachets with the umbrella stamp— but they had to confirm if they were doing something else with the drugs going to the enemy to avoid raising suspicion. As a worker, Yamada

Yamada nodded.

"Look at it carefully. Is this identical to what's sent to the shinobi? Pick it up and look at it," she said, urging.

Yamada with trembling hands picked up the sachet and observed it after wiping the tears out of his eye. After a few seconds, he once again nodded.

"Do you want your wife back, Yamada?" she asked.

"Y-Yes," Yamada nodded rapidly. He grovelled at feet, trying to grab her leg while wailing. "Please, l-let my wife go."

Anko kicked him back the moment he touched her.

"Good, because we don't want to hold your wife," she said.

To ensure that Yamada would do what they wanted, they had taken her wife hostage. Daiki was with them when they broke into the house and he had taken the wife away in a carriage provided by the Kumi family to a safe house also provided by the Kumi family.

"Here's what we want you to do. We will give you a bag full of sachets, and you have to replace them with the sachets that will be going out to the shinobi. Refuse to do it or lie to us in any way will result in your children never seeing their mother ever again."

Yamada looked utterly shocked for a moment, but he hastily nodded after. "I'll do it—I will do it. Whatever you want, I will do it—p-please don't hurt my wife. She has done nothing wrong. I will switch the drugs, so please return her," he was once again crying by the end of it.

"Switch the drugs and your wife will be back by the time you come back home," said Anko.

"Please return her now. I will still—"

"This is not a negotiation, Yamada." Anko looked at Kameko in the eagle mask. "Take one of the kids as well, that way the mother won't be lonely."

"NO! I will do it! I will do it! Don't take my children away," Yamada yelled.

"Great," Anko smiled behind mask. "The next delivery is the day after tomorrow day, right?"

"Y-Yes."

"We will be staying with your family until then—"

"What?"

"—I promise we will be good guests. Now go take a shower, you're filthy."

———

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AN: I forgot to reply to last chapter comments. About the fight "physics(?)"—don't worry, the usual grittiness of the combat will remain, and I will carefully regulate how the power level ramps up.

I don't know how comabt will look like during 4th Shinobi War would look like in this fic where everyone is at their peak, but I will make sure that taijutsu will remain a staple because I LOVE Kakashi vs Obito in the Kamui dimension.

Also—what's the next jutsu Takuma should learn—

Offensive, Defenseive, Support?

Water or Earth?

Or should I have create a Genjutsu like I had planned in ARC-07.