"Suigetsu, you should eat a bit less."
Chojuro looked at the towering stack of double-skin milk bowls in front of Suigetsu and couldn't help reminding him, "The exam is only a couple of days away. It'll be a problem if you get a stomachache."
"Shut up!"
Suigetsu pursed his lips, looking unimpressed, "It's rare to get out of the village and live like a normal person for a few days. Why worry so much?"
As he spoke, he shoveled another big spoonful into his mouth.
To be honest, he had been in a pretty good mood lately.
He had heard that Zabuza had already been taken out. Maybe he could apply to go out and find the Executioner's Blade… then he could stay outside for a while longer.
As for Chojuro, he was still carrying an ordinary katana, not the Twin Swords Hiramekarei.
Clearly, he hadn't yet been selected as one of the new generation of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen.
"Your order has been served. If you need anything else, just call me."
Mrs. Yukinoshita left these words and turned to leave.
Suigetsu nodded and picked up his spoon, ready to feast.
But just then, the other Kirigakure's Ninja sitting across from him suddenly spoke, his voice rough: "Hold on, owner."
Suigetsu and Chojuro both looked up at this temporary teammate.
Suigetsu also had a headache.
Suikazan Onijuro.
A clansman of the former Seven Ninja Swordsmen's member, Suikazan Fuguki, and the 'temporary teammate' the higher-ups had found for them for this Chunin Exam.
But to be precise, Suigetsu and Chojuro were also temporary teammates.
After all, the Bloody Mist Village didn't have Konoha's three-man team system.
"Is something the matter?" Mrs. Yukinoshita frowned.
She clearly had no good feelings toward this Ninja from another village.
From the moment he entered the shop, his gaze had been stuck on her like glue, never leaving.
Although Mrs. Yukinoshita was long accustomed to all kinds of looks, previously the Ninjas of Konoha, mindful of Makoto's reputation, would at most sneak a glance and then dare not look further.
Someone like Onijuro, who stared so blatantly without end, was truly a first.
Onijuro grinned crookedly, revealing sharp fangs: "This is my first time in Konoha. I'd like to tour the village. Could you be my guide?"
As he spoke, he deliberately stuck out his tongue and licked his own fangs.
Whether by coincidence or not, when Kirigakure selected the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, they always seemed to like picking these sharp-toothed ones.
"I'm sorry, there are many customers right now. I don't have the time." Mrs. Yukinoshita refused coldly.
"Onijuro-senpai, don't cause trouble."
Chojuro couldn't help but speak up, "This isn't Kirigakure."
"Chojuro—"
Onijuro retorted without courtesy, his height of over two meters adding immense pressure, "Since when do you have the right to order me around?"
His clansman, Suikazan Fuguki, was nearly two and a half meters tall. People from this clan all seemed like they had come from the One Piece World.
Although they had formed a temporary team under orders from above, in reality, Onijuro was an Elite Chunin.
It was just that because Kirigakure had been isolated for so many years, Konoha was unaware of this.
Chojuro lowered his head sheepishly, not daring to retort.
His current strength was indeed only at the Genin-level, and besides, his personality was naturally on the timid side.
Who knew why Mei would later choose him as the Sixth Mizukage?
Was it because Kirigakure really had no one left? It might be better to just call Suigetsu back.
Suigetsu smacked his lips, also somewhat displeased.
'Were you really looking for a guide?'
'You were clearly looking for someone to guide your d*ck, weren't you?'
He didn't like meddling in other people's affairs, but he really didn't enjoy teaming up with scum like this either.
But Suigetsu had no way to stop it either.
In terms of pure strength, Onijuro was indeed the strongest of the three.
Seeing Mrs. Yukinoshita turn to leave, Onijuro reached out to grab her—
"Don't be so cold. We're Ninjas from the Land of Water, one of the Five Great Nations just like your Land of Fire."
He grinned, his tone carrying naked threat, "Ma'am, you wouldn't want this to turn into a diplomatic incident, would you?"
"Please don't do this, customer."
Just then, Mr. Yukinoshita hurried over, stepping between Onijuro and his wife.
Ever since Mrs. Yukinoshita used her savings to buy this shop, he had also switched from being a construction worker to a shop employee.
However, before Mr. Yukinoshita could even state his identity, Onijuro sneered disdainfully: "What the hell are you? Get lost!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the aura of an Elite Chunin burst forth.
How could Mr. Yukinoshita, an ordinary person who couldn't even mold Chakra, possibly withstand it?
Instantly, like Sasuke when he first saw Orochimaru, his legs gave way and he collapsed to his knees, trembling all over and unable to move.
Onijuro turned his gaze back to Mrs. Yukinoshita. This time, he didn't even bother to hide it. The lust in his eyes flowed out openly:
"Owner, how about doing me a favor?"
Mrs. Yukinoshita bit her red lip tightly, glaring angrily at the man.
At the same time, she glanced at her husband, kneeling on the ground and shaking uncontrollably, a hint of undisguised disappointment flashing in her eyes.
A group of Konoha's Ninjas nearby showed obvious anger in their eyes. A few of them itched to stop him, but were held back by their colleagues.
On one hand, the aura Onijuro had just released was indeed impressive.
He clearly didn't look like a Genin at all.
On the other hand, there was the issue of his identity.
A Ninja from the great nation of the Land of Water.
If they offended him, things could get very troublesome.
After all, the incident with Kumogakure nine years ago was still fresh in everyone's minds.
It had to be said that under Hiruzen's management, the Ninjas of Konoha were becoming more timid with each generation.
Just as Onijuro was getting closer, and the anger in Mrs. Yukinoshita's eyes was gradually being replaced by despair.
Just then,
A hand patted Onijuro on the back from behind.
"How about me as a guide?"
Hearing this voice, the despair in Mrs. Yukinoshita's eyes instantly turned to joy.
Onijuro whipped his head around—
A fist rapidly expanded in his vision.
Bang—!
With a loud crash, Onijuro was sent flying, smashing through the bar counter and crashing into the kitchen, messing everything up.
Everyone watched this scene in stunned silence.
"Makoto!"
Mrs. Yukinoshita exclaimed in surprise, quickly stepping behind Nishikawa Makoto and instinctively pressing her body against his back.
Her heart pounded uncontrollably.
"Encountering this kind of idiot even in the 2D World?"
Makoto withdrew his fist, then looked at Mrs. Yukinoshita, "It's okay."
Mr. Yukinoshita finally recovered and got up from the floor.
He stared blankly at his wife, who is cowering behind Makoto like a little bird, completely dumbfounded.
In his memory, from the time they started dating in school until now, he had never seen his wife make such a delicate expression.
"So fast!" Suigetsu and Chojuro looked shocked.
"Who the f**k are you!?"
Onijuro climbed out of the rubble, his right eye already swollen like a panda's.
He roared, but when he saw Makoto's face clearly, his voice stopped abruptly.
He had certainly heard of this man.
When Karatachi Yagura sent them to take the Chunin Exams, he had specifically warned them to watch out for one person—
The Land of Fire's fastest Body Flicker, the Third Hokage's Sharpest Sword... Nishikawa Makoto!
"Trash from Kirigakure."
Makoto glanced at the forehead protector on his head, a mocking smile on his face, "Got sexual repression, have we?"
If a Ninja from any other village had done this, Makoto might have been a little surprised… after all, those sent to take the Chunin Exams should be representative Genin from their villages, not the type to do something so stupid as letting their little head control the big one.
But for someone from Kirigakure, it wasn't surprising at all.
After all, under Uchiha Obito's control, this village was called the [Village of the Bloody Mist].
The Kirigakure's Ninjas never knew when they might be killed by their own Mizukage, living life like there was no tomorrow.
Losing control of their little brothers was normal.
Everyone was sexually repressed.