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Chapter 188 An arrogant ninja who buys grilled fish with explosive tags (Seeking monthly votes!)

On the way to find the Four-Tails.

It's estimated that Obito Uchiha's betrayal was a huge blow to White Zetsu.

Throughout the journey, the White Zetsu in its true form spoke ill of Obito Uchiha, a complete contrast to Uehara Naraku, who had previously always spoken of Obito's friendliness.

"If it weren't for that traitor Obito Uchiha, we wouldn't have had to act prematurely. The safest way would have been to wait until the Three-Tails was fully reborn, and then send people to capture all the Jinchuriki in one fell swoop."

White Zetsu sighed softly, somewhat helplessly: "I really don't know why Obito betrayed us..."

"Alright, let's not talk about that traitor anymore."

Black Zetsu interrupted White Zetsu with a deep voice, saying, "The most important thing now is to capture the two Jinchūriki of the Four-Tails and Six-Tails who are active in the ninja world, so that they don't fall into the hands of Uchiha Obito."

"Um."

Uehara Nara nodded beside him, her expression somewhat grave: "Although most people know about Obito-senpai's abilities, not many can easily break them, and even Jinchuriki might not be his match."

"That's right."

Black Zetsu nodded and then reassured Uehara Naraku with a sinister smile: "However, Obito Uchiha doesn't know the whereabouts of the Jinchuriki, so he can only wait for an opportunity."

The chances of that traitor seizing the Jinchūriki from the Five Great Nations without any intelligence are extremely slim.

"Um."

Uehara Naraku gave a casual reply.

While verbally responding to Black Zetsu, Uehara Naraku secretly manipulated Uchiha Obito, instructing him to immediately depart from the border of the Land of Earth and follow in their footsteps.

Thanks to sufficient intelligence support, Uehara Naraku and his group encountered no enemies along the way and easily arrived at the current location of the Four-Tails Jinchuriki.

It is said that the Four-Tails Jinchuriki's name was Rōshi. This guy had an extremely irritable temper and a stubborn personality, just like the stone in Iwagakure. Because he was at odds with the Third Tsuchikage, Ōnoki, Rōshi simply left the village and became a wandering monk.

The life of a wandering monk...

It's actually a bit bitter.

Old Zi is sitting by a stream, carefully grilling a few fish. He doesn't have much money, and these fish are his lunch.

"Sun Wukong, don't you like grilled fish?"

"You don't like it? Well, there's nothing we can do about that."

"I can't find any peaches in these barren mountains, and those things won't fill my stomach anyway, so I'll just have to make do with what I have."

While grilling fish, Lao Zi kept whispering to the four tails inside his belly. Although he was traveling around, he did not neglect his cultivation.

Besides practicing Lava Release ninjutsu, he was also communicating with the Four-Tails inside his body.

Over the years, the relationship between Old Purple and Son Goku has grown closer, and he has been able to mobilize some of the Four-Tails' power for battle.

rustling…

rustling…

A young ninja waded through the stream towards Old Purple. Looking at Old Purple's grilled fish, he wore a fierce expression: "Hey, old man, your grilled fish tastes pretty good, I really like it. Here's an explosive tag, give me your grilled fish!"

The young ninja swung an explosive tag, yet it exuded the aura of millions, with an arrogant and haughty demeanor, as if he were bestowing a favor.

This young ninja was none other than Uehara Naraku.

Old Purple didn't recognize Uehara Naraku, nor did he take him seriously. He simply turned the grill slowly and said leisurely, "This is the middle of nowhere; explosive tags are useless here..."

Based on Lao Zi's observation, this young ninja should be from a small ninja village on a mission, since the five great ninja villages would generally keep records of people like him.

Old Purple thought this young ninja was just an ignorant and impolite fellow.

According to the laws of the ninja world, the stronger a ninja is, the more tolerant they are. A rude guy like this obviously won't live long.

If it were on a battlefield, Lao Zi believed he could kill dozens or even hundreds of these seemingly arrogant but extremely weak ninjas.

Now, Lao Zi is too lazy to bother with him.

"I am a ninja master!"

The young ninja slowly bent down, staring intently at Old Purple before him, his face full of anger, and said, "Hey, do you dare to defy the will of the ninja master?"

Old Purple calmly shook his head and said indifferently, "Ninjas aren't anything special, and judging from your appearance, you don't seem like a proper ninja..."

What legitimate ninja would be so arrogant?

If a ninja sees someone in the wilderness, he should carefully investigate whether they are an enemy before deciding whether to fight, instead of rushing out rashly and arrogantly snatching grilled fish from someone else's hand!

"How dare you insult me?"

Enraged, the young ninja threw a punch at Old Purple!

Old Purple stretched out his hand, wanting to grab the young ninja's fist, a hint of regret on his face: "Have young people become like this now?"

The next moment, the young ninja's fist suddenly accelerated!

Just as a look of surprise flashed across Lao Zi's eyes, the fist dodged his defense and slammed into his face!

boom!

Old Zi was sent flying!

The young ninja twisted his wrist, looking at Old Purple with disdain, and said, "Hmph, this is what happens when you offend a ninja master! Considering your grilled fish skills are pretty good, I'll spare your life today!"

Old Purple stood up, brushed the dirt off his clothes, touched the wounds on his face, and his gaze towards the young ninja gradually became serious: "Such strength, no wonder you dare to be so arrogant... But strength alone cannot determine victory or defeat!"

After saying that, Lao Zi suddenly rushed towards the young ninja!

After a fierce battle of punches and kicks, Old Purple was once again knocked to the ground by the young ninja, lying there in a sorry state!

The young ninja kicked him in the waist, cursing, "What? You dare fight me? I'm a ninja!"

He sounded very proud of his ninja identity.

If it weren't for Ryougi Shiki, but an ordinary person, they would probably think of this young ninja as someone who uses his ninja status to bully civilians.

However, Rōshi himself was the Jinchūriki of the Four-Tails.

This time, Lao Zi finally realized that something was wrong.

How could an ordinary young ninja have such strong taijutsu skills!

Moreover, taijutsu requires years of training to master. How could a ninja who spends a long time honing seemingly useless taijutsu be the one stealing grilled fish?

This young ninja is suspicious!

Damn it, and there's a big problem!

A serious expression gradually appeared on Lao Zi's face. He dodged the young ninja's blows and stared intently at the flippant youth, his voice growing increasingly sinister: "Kid, which village sent you?"

"Do you want to complain to my village?"

The young ninja picked at his ear and said casually, "Even if you go and complain, it doesn't matter. My teacher is a high-ranking official in the village, and I'll soon be the next village leader!"

After saying that, the young ninja looked at Old Purple with disdain and said, "I kindly bought your grilled fish with explosive tags before, and you still dared to refuse me? A mere wandering monk dares to fight with a ninja like me?"

Stop pretending!

Lao Zi was completely devastated.

If it weren't for the fact that Old Purple hadn't gained any advantage in that taijutsu exchange, he might actually believe that the young ninja in front of him was just an ignorant, rude, and arrogant kid passing by.

A young man who looks only in his teens was able to defeat him, a Jonin from Iwagakure who had honed his skills for many years, in taijutsu!

Stop bullshitting!

Old Purple slowly closed his palms and said in a deep voice, "Who exactly sent you? Was it that old bastard Onoki? Or someone from another village...?"

"Ōnoki...that name sounds familiar..."

The young ninja touched his chin, then his expression changed drastically. He stammered, "Isn't that... isn't that the name of the legendary Third Tsuchikage of Iwagakure, one of the Five Great Ninja Villages? Who are you... how dare you address Lord Onoki by his name!"

Upon hearing Onoki's name, the young ninja visibly became timid, as if he was terrified of the name.

This behavior is normal.

The five great ninja villages are enormous to a junior ninja.

Old Zi gritted his teeth, feeling that the young ninja before him was all an act, and angrily shouted, "Kid, stop acting! If you don't talk now, you might be dead in a moment!"

The next moment, Old Purple suddenly clenched his hands together and opened his mouth, spewing out balls of lava: "Lava Release: Scorching River Rock Technique!"

"Fire Release: Blazing Storm!"

A burst of flame erupted from the young ninja's hand.

An endless storm of flames instantly engulfed the lava balls, and violent explosions resounded in their ears, with shockwaves sweeping across everything around them!

Amidst thick gray smoke.

The young ninja slowly emerged, his face still bearing that arrogant expression, only now tinged with surprise: "Huh? No wonder you dared to defy me, so you're a ninja too!"

The young ninja sneered, clasped his hands together, and said disdainfully, "Then remember this: there are differences between ninjas!"

"etc…"

Old Purple hastily extended his palm, stopping the young ninja's next move, and looked at him strangely: "Don't you recognize me?"

"Who do you think you are? Why should I know you?"

The young ninja grinned and sneered, "Whoever you are, daring to fight me? Hmph, do you even know who I am?"

"..."

Old Zi's expression was a bit off.

Damn it, is he really overthinking things?

Why does this young ninja in front of me seem like an idiot?

Old Purple's mind instantly began to recall everything that had happened between him and the young ninja. Clearly, the young ninja didn't seem to care who he was.

Perhaps he is a genius from some small ninja village.

And it seems she's been spoiled by her elders.

This is also normal.

After all, it's not easy for a small ninja village to produce some genius ninjas, so the village leader must cherish them dearly.

"Not an enemy..."

Old Purple breathed a sigh of relief, then slowly clenched his fist, looking at the young ninja in a deep voice, "It seems I'll have to teach you a lesson on behalf of your village elders, you arrogant brat!"

Just as Old Purple's vigilance subsided, the Son Goku within him spoke up, warning, "Hey, Old Purple, don't let your guard down! That brat's chakra is beyond your imagination; I sense it's dangerous!"

"Okay, don't worry."

Old Zi readily agreed.

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