Naruto: I, Shikotsumyaku, Byakugan Princess

Chapter 66 Sawada Fuka
The sun is westward.

The quiet and peaceful Konoha was enveloped in twilight.

A sparse flow of people moved through the supermarket, buying ingredients for their evening meal.

“Meat…meat…”

After a busy day, Matt Kai was doing squats and leg exercises in a quiet spot in the supermarket, carrying a large bag.

While training, he kept glancing at the clock on the wall.

Ten minutes left.

On Wednesday at 5:30 pm, there will be a big meat sale with a full 20% discount.

As a taijutsu ninja who constantly needs nutritional supplements but is not well-off, Might Guy can recite the promotional times of all the supermarkets in Konoha Village.

Without such ability, he couldn't have trained such a strong physique.

Grey glass eats a lot of rice.

I'll buy more this time.

Matt Kai held the empty bag in his hand, ready at any moment.

As for why you need to bring your own bag, it's because supermarket bags also cost money.

Let's save money where we can!
First, pay off Kakashi's debts; his debts are relatively smaller.

Da da da!
The crisp sound of high heels hitting the ground came from beside her, and the slightly pungent scent of roses wafted into Matt Kai's nostrils.

"Ah...Ah Qiu!"

Matt Kai, who was allergic to pollen, sneezed and turned to look.

He saw a blonde, voluptuous beauty standing beside him, carrying a prepared bag, and looking at the clock in the distance with him.

"Jonin Might Guy, what a coincidence!"

Look back.

Fuka Sawada looked at Might Guy, who had a bowl cut hairstyle, with surprise, and greeted him with a smile.

Matt Kai was also very surprised.

Who is this person?

Why should I greet him?
Matt Kai, suffering from severe prosopagnosia, couldn't recall the name of the beautiful woman in front of him no matter what he tried, so he simply asked:

"you are?"

Facing Might Guy, a man exuding Sigma-like charisma, Sawada Fuka's beautiful eyes revealed a hint of embarrassment. She was used to being pursued by lecherous men, but someone like Might Guy was truly rare.

"I am Fuka Sawada, a clerk at the Hokage Building. I handled your adoption and Kari's adoption paperwork."

"Oh! It's Ms. Sawada."

When adoption was mentioned, Matt Kai immediately remembered who the beautiful woman in front of him was.

"How's life with Hui Li lately? We might have ninjas coming to investigate soon!"

"Investigation?"

Matt Kai's thick eyebrows tightened instantly.

Wasn't Hai Li already entrusted to me for investigation by the Third Hokage?
Why is someone else investigating? Does that mean he'll have to share his commission with that person?

Thinking about the reward he was about to lose, Akai's face fell like a bitter gourd.

Sawada Fuka's smile vanished, her beautiful eyes flashing with a dangerous light:
"Jonin Might Guy, why are you so nervous? You're an adult male who adopted a child of the opposite sex, so of course you have to be subject to regular checks."

"You didn't do anything bad, did you?"

"Absolutely impossible!!!"

Matt Kai didn't even bother with squatting; he jumped incredibly high.

Compared to temporary training, a lifetime of innocence is ultimately more important.

"That's good, I certainly don't want to see you in prison!"

Fuka Sawada covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes curving into crescents.

Clearly, her earlier suspicion was just a way for her to retaliate against Matt Kai for not recognizing her.

Ding!
The clock on the supermarket wall chimed crisply.

Promotion time!
The crowd clearly showed some unease.

Many people with the same goal had already taken out plastic bags from their pockets and looked into the distance at the shop assistants who were opening promotional displays.

"Miss Zetian Fenghua, I'll be going now. See you next time."

"Hmm~ Goodbye, Jonin Might."

Matt Kai grabbed the bag and ran inside, his strong body easily separating the surging crowd.

Behind.

Fuka Sawada's smile vanished quickly, and a hint of coldness seemed to flow through her alluring, narrow fox-like eyes.

……

"Miss Sawada bought so much stuff again!"

"Can one person finish it?"

"The supermarket is having a sale today, so I'll buy more to stock up and save money."

"Really! I'll go too!"

Sawada Fuka, carrying a large bag of groceries, stood at the door chatting with several middle-aged women from her neighborhood after returning from the market.

"I'll go now, you go inside quickly! Carrying all these things is quite heavy..."

"okay!"

Fuka Sawada smiled and nodded in agreement, then opened the door and went inside.

"Hurry up, they'll all be sold out soon..." The voices of several middle-aged women faded into the distance.

Click!

The door was closed tightly, and the lock was engaged.

The sound from the outside world was completely blocked by the excellent soundproofing of the door.

Fuka Sawada scanned the room.

The clean and tidy living room showed no signs of anyone else entering.

She glanced down to check the stray strands of hair near the door; they were still firmly in place on the floor, without having shifted at all. It seemed she hadn't been exposed yet.

Just as Fuka Sawada was inspecting the situation inside the house.

Woo!
Woo! ! !
A low, mournful sob suddenly came from the inner room, which was quite eerie in the empty room.

Despite the terrifying sound, Fuka Sawada showed no sign of panic.

She took off her women's suit jacket.

Unbuttoning the collar, her bulging chest was bound by a black bra, revealing only a glimpse of snow-white skin below her collarbone.

She carried the fresh meat she bought from the supermarket and strolled leisurely into the inner room.

Da da da!
High heels slammed against the floor.

The sounds inside seemed to be stimulated, becoming even more intense, even bordering on the ferocious, with occasional beast-like roars emanating from within.

Untie the bag.

He lifted the greasy raw meat out with his bare hands.

Fuka Sawada slowly pushed open the door to the inner room.

There was no light inside the room; only when the door was opened did a little light shine on the floor.

Before even entering the house.

A foul stench filled the air.

The stench of mildew, sweat, blood, and excrement mingled together. The damp, suffocating smell was like a mop shoved into your nostrils.

Sawada Fuka frowned, covered her mouth and nose, and pressed the switch on the wall with her other hand.

pat!

The light bulb hanging from the ceiling flickered twice, shakily emitting a dim, yellowish light.

The scene inside the room was finally revealed to her.

The room was completely sealed off, with no doors or windows. The three sealed white walls were covered in brown bloodstains. Bloodstained torture instruments hung on iron racks on the walls.

Directly below the central yellow light bulb.

An old man, covered in blood and dressed in tattered clothes, sat on an iron chair with his head bowed. His limbs were pierced by steel nails and nailed to the armrests of the chair, and his arms and legs were bound by iron chains.

"Woo!"

Wow!
The chains rubbed and collided with each other, making a piercing sound.

The old man heard Sawada Fuka open the door and looked up abruptly.

His aged features were covered in blood, stained brick red, and his mouth was stuffed with a black rag. Most terrifying of all were his eyes, with only two hideous bloody holes remaining in the wrinkled eye sockets.

"Stop calling me, it's me again."

Fuka Sawada placed the fresh meat on the dirty floor.

squeak...

Countless red-eyed rats emerged from the shadows in the corner and swarmed to devour the raw meat. Soon, the huge carcass was covered by a black tuft of fur.

Seeing that the old man on the iron chair had given up struggling, she casually took a pair of iron pliers from the rack of torture instruments.

Like the old man's body, several flies swarmed around the brown pincers.

She once used these iron pliers to rip out an old man's eye; the remaining optic nerve was wrapped around the pliers head and was rotten and smelly.

The pliers clamped the rag that was leaking from the corner of the old man's mouth.

He pulled hard.

“Uh-huh!!”

A black rag, along with several rotten teeth, was dragged out.

Da da!

The fallen teeth lay on the floor, mingling with the filthy excrement.
"Pooh!"

He spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm at Sawada Fuka, leaving a stain on her white shirt.

Sawada Fuka looked down at the disgusting phlegm on her clothes, her charming face turning as cold as ice.

"Old thing!"

The iron pliers were swung around and smashed hard against the old man's cheek.

"Ugh! Pfft!"

Several more rotten teeth, mixed with blood, splattered on the wall, adding a few more crimson spots to the already bloodstained surface.

"The Cloud Recluse... scum... cough cough... if only I were twenty years younger..."

The old man's mouth was filled with blood, and his speech was slurred.

"They've been locked up here for three years, and they're still dreaming!"

Looking at the old man's withered, inhuman body, Sawada Fuka said slowly:

"I'm too lazy to torture you any longer. You've guarded the gates of Konoha for over twenty years; you couldn't possibly not know how to pass through Konoha's sensory barrier."

"Hand it over, and you might live!"

Hear this.

The old man immediately chuckled.

The hoarse voice carried a hint of mockery:

"Heh... It's been three years, and you're still having this dream... cough cough..."

"Then there's no way."

Sawada Fuka's eyes were cold and sharp, and the iron pliers in her hand had been replaced by a blood-stained steel whip.

Snapped!
The steel whip cracked loudly in mid-air.

A chilling, bloody gash was added to the old man's chest. Countless rats, following the command, abandoned the raw meat on the ground and gathered at the old man's feet.

They devoured it like crazy.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

Whipping, interrogation, cannibalism, screaming...

The mournful sounds echoed endlessly in the dark prison.

(End of this chapter)