Chapter 76: The Pork-deer-butterfly Clans Are All Perverts
Kurozaru looked at Yoru, recognizing him as Fox from his voice. His eyes lit up with surprise and joy.
“How did you find me?” Kurozaru asked, but his expression immediately darkened.
“It’s not that hard to find, is it? An Akimichi Ninja with two severed arms, there are only a little over a dozen in the entire clan compound. Searching one by one, you’d find me quickly.”
“Yes, I found you by searching one by one,” Yoru said, omitting that he’d actually found him at the street corner informant. Searching one by one sounded more sincere.
Yoru asked, “Why are you moving?”
Kurozaru replied, “After I retired, I had no income. My wife retired even earlier and takes care of the household. We can’t live in such a nice house for long. My damned wife said we need to move to a new house early and save money to support our daughter’s growth.”
Yoru sat nearby, watching several young Akimichi Ninja move.
“From your tone, your wife hasn’t been giving you a good look since you retired?” Yoru pondered and said,
“I can give you some money. I don’t have any children to raise anyway.
Consider this your private stash. Practice using your feet like hands as soon as possible, otherwise, you won’t even be able to retrieve your hidden money.”
Yoru thought to himself, if all else fails, he’d trouble Qiao Yi and owe her some money.
Kurozaru said resentfully, “It’s not that she’s not giving me a good look! She’s been lying to me! Lying to me for over a decade! Women are all liars, not a single good one!”
Just as Yoru was about to ask why, he saw Kurozaru’s wife walk out from the house.
Huh?
He had seen Kurozaru’s wife at the hospital before. Her chest was so ample, it put Tsunade to shame.
How did she become flat-chested this time?
Kurozaru was on the verge of tears.
“That woman confessed to me. She secretly flipped through my treasured adult magazines when she was little and knew my preferences.
So, since her teenage years, she’s been using a partial Expansion Jutsu to maintain the appearance of large breasts!
What is this if not deception?
A big liar! She lied to me for over a decade, a whole decade!
Now that I’ve lost my hands, she said she doesn’t need to maintain the partial Expansion Jutsu anymore and has returned to her original appearance.
I never imagined the person beside me had been deceiving me for so long.”
Yoru listened, dumbfounded.
The Yamanaka Clan researches the Mind Body Switch Technique, and I sleep with myself. This had already exceeded Yoru’s imagination.
Who would have thought that the Akimichi Clan would engage in cosmetic surgery?
Are the Ino-Shika-Cho Clans all perverts? Yoru was extremely curious, wondering what special quirks the Nara Clan had.
Yoru felt immense sympathy for Kurozaru.
“That’s too much! You only lost two arms, you’re not blind, how could she do that?
It’s one thing if you can’t touch them, but not even letting you see the big ones? Isn’t that pure bullying?
But speaking of which, being able to maintain a partial Expansion Jutsu for over a decade for your sake, doesn’t that count as a form of true love?”
Seeing Kurozaru’s wife walking over, Yoru quickly shut his mouth.
Kurozaru looked dejected, his lips pursed.
Kurozaru’s wife walked over quickly, holding a piece of sliced watermelon. “I’ve finished packing up the things in the fridge. There’s half a watermelon left, eat it all.”
She fed Kurozaru watermelon, but he turned his head away to avoid it. Kurozaru’s wife leaned in and whispered,
“Don’t be angry anymore. I’ll change it back for you for a little while tonight, is that okay?
You’ve also been using partial Expansion Jutsu; I’ve felt it, sometimes big, sometimes small. Sometimes I even thought you were someone else using Transformation Jutsu. Don’t think I don’t know.”
Kurozaru’s face flushed red, and he quickly opened his mouth, not daring to say anything more.
Yoru watched as Kurozaru’s wife patiently fed him watermelon slice by slice. After putting down the braised meat, he left with peace of mind.
Kurozaru was lucky.
Even though he couldn’t touch or see the large ones, at least he still had a woman by his side.
—
After New Year, Yoru waited for a new Full Moon Night.
During this time, he had been executing missions to monitor the Senju Clan.
Late at night, outside the Senju Clan compound, Anbu members were everywhere.
Anbu Ninja didn’t need to hide in treetops or use Transformation Jutsu to become chimneys or rocks.
They stood on rooftops, on walls. All the Anbu members were tensely staring into the depths of the Senju Clan.
There was no need to hide anymore because the Nine-Tails’ Chakra had already leaked out to everyone’s vicinity.
It was better during the day; when Mito Uzumaki was awake, she could suppress the Nine-Tails.
As night fell, Mito Uzumaki was half-asleep, semi-conscious, or even unconscious, and the Nine-Tails became more active.
Sometimes, visible dark red Chakra could be seen.
Yoru, holding three scrolls, approached his three squads: Purple Cat Squad, Aries Squad, and Yagura Squad.
Yoru couldn’t help but glance at Yagura again.
Since he joined Kurozaru’s squad, Yagura Squad had been annihilated three times and rebuilt four times.
He wondered how long this fourth generation of Yagura Squad could last.
Purple Cat had billions of favors with him, so naturally, she would be well looked after.
Aries, being a Hyuga Clan ninja, had sensory abilities crucial to the squad. His priority for retreat was even higher than Purple Cat’s.
Yagura… he could only wish him good luck.
Yagura was an Elite Chunin. He was appointed as a squad leader as soon as he joined the Anbu. Seeing the gaze of his squad leader, Fox, made him feel a chill run down his spine.
Was the Nine-Tails’ Chakra putting so much pressure on him? Why did the squad leader’s gaze at him feel strange?
What did the squad leader mean by looking at him an extra time?
Could it be that the darkness of the Anbu was about to descend upon him?
He didn’t know when the war would end. Even Konoha couldn’t withstand such severe casualties.
The original work mentioned that in the battle where the Third Raikage died, the Hidden Stone Village lost tens of thousands of ninja. Ninja wars were too cruel.
Every battlefield was a meat grinder, and every battle would lower the age of ninja on the front lines.
Yoru distributed the scrolls and said, “The Senju compound is over 300 meters long. Our squad is responsible for maintaining the barrier on the east side of the Senju compound to prevent Chakra leakage and affecting other areas of the village.”
The nights in Konoha Village had become cold and gloomy.
The Hokage Building explained that it was due to the unusually harsh winter this year. Normal people believed it, but the ninja didn’t.
This didn’t feel like harsh cold; it was a special kind of Chakra.
As soon as the three squad leaders took their scrolls, someone from the Senju Clan jumped down from the wall.
“Anbu! The Hokage has rescinded his order! You are not allowed to use Barrier Techniques to surround the Senju compound!
Surrounding the Senju Clan with a barrier, isn’t that declaring to the village that the Senju Clan has a problem?”
The three squad leaders ignored the Senju ninja and proceeded to set up the barrier on their own.
Even Senju Rinki, if he were here, would not have the authority to command ordinary Anbu members.
The Senju ninja’s expression was grim. He was a Jonin, after all, and he just wanted to convey the order to the Anbu earlier. Yet, the Anbu ignored him.
More than ten seconds later, an Anbu ninja body-flickered next to Yoru.
“Squad Leader Fox! The order to set up the barrier technique has been rescinded! Please go to Captain Kiiroinu’s location now; there are new arrangements.”
Yoru secretly clicked his tongue. It was rare for the Anbu to be forced to withdraw an order. It seemed the dispute between the Senju Clan and the higher-ups was very serious.
Yoru went to the south side of the Senju compound and saw Konoha’s high-ranking officials.
Hiruzen Sarutobi stood in the center, with Danzo to his left and Senju Rinki to his right.
The Senju Clan and the higher-ups were arguing again.
