I became Hokage in Tokyo

Chapter 93-094 Minamoto no Yorimitsu

"Misa, look at that boy, isn't he cute? Red hair, is he a foreigner? Go and chat him up."

"Don't say that. Judging from his appearance, is he a high school student? Maybe even younger. If he's a middle school student, that would be a crime."

"It can't be that bad. Middle school students these days know a lot. I knew a lot back then..."

"Oh, stop talking! Aren't you ashamed?"

At the Daejeon Museum, before it opened, two vibrant young female college students, carrying drawing boards on their backs, were whispering to each other at the entrance.

Their gazes were blatantly fixed on a boy dressed in a black robe.

This handsome boy has red hair, which is not common among Japanese people. His hair is curly, and although his expression is calm, his youthful face reveals a hint of melancholy, making him all the more endearing.

Just then, the museum finally opened. The two female college students lingered for a few moments before reluctantly heading inside.

Two female college students came to the art exhibition area, set up their easels in front of a painting of a noblewoman by Peter Paul Rubens, and began to copy it.

First, use a pencil to sketch the outline, then squeeze out paint, mix the colors, apply the base, and then add color...

Half an hour later, the oil painting on the canvas had begun to take shape.

The female college student named Misa, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and with long hair, looked very artistic and was intently copying a painting.

At that moment, her best friend quietly nudged Misa with her elbow.

Misa, who was engrossed in her artistic creation, was interrupted and glared at her best friend with great dissatisfaction.

She saw her best friend winking at her, gesturing for her to look behind her.

The red-haired pretty boy that the two female college students had met at the entrance was right behind them, staring intently at the oil painting on the wall.

From this angle, the handsome young man's face was like a work of art, and Misa, a female art student, couldn't help but feel her heart flutter.

If I could get him to be my model, I'm sure I could create the best painting.

Misa blushed and couldn't help but lower her head.

Seeing Misa's behavior, her best friend couldn't help but find it amusing that a gentle and refined girl like Misa would actually like younger men.

However, this handsome red-haired boy with an exotic look does indeed look quite appetizing.

My best friend licked her lips and couldn't resist striking up a conversation:

"Young man, do you also like Peter Paul Rubens' painting style?"

"Peter Paul Rubens?"

The red-haired pretty boy shook his head slightly in confusion and said:

"I don't know who he is."

The two female college students looked at each other, feeling a little strange.

If you don't know, then why are you watching it so intently?

"This oil painting was created nearly four hundred years ago. The woman who was the model for it has long since turned to ashes, but her face has been frozen in that moment forever through this painting and has been passed down to this day."

The red-haired pretty boy glanced at the description under the noblewoman's oil painting and said indifferently.

"Art is something that can be beautiful and lasting, something that can be passed down through generations. Only enduring beauty is art. I acknowledge that painting is also a form of art."

"Haha, what that young man said is really funny!"

The cheerful female college student, with a beautiful and mature appearance, a curvaceous figure, and a very youthful and fashionable style of dress, walked over with another female college student by her hand.

"My name is Atsushi Akiyama, and this is Misa Koizumi. We are art students, and we're here at the museum today on our day off to copy this portrait. What's your name, young man?"

"Scorpion, just call me Scorpion," the red-haired pretty boy said, blinking.

Itachi Uchiha emptied the files of Section 5 yesterday, and today he suddenly appeared at Sato's used house to kill evil spirits, so his purpose is self-evident.

The Metropolitan Police Department will definitely keep a close watch on the locations of other evil spirits afterward.

Although Naruto Uchiha is no longer so afraid of the Metropolitan Police Department, it's still good to have less trouble.

In order to create a smokescreen, Naruto Uchiha used Sasori of the Red Sand as his disguise this time.

He wasn't even wearing the Akatsuki's signature black robe with red clouds.

Looking at the two female college students who were attracted by his current good looks, Uchiha Naruto couldn't help but sigh that Sasori's appearance was no less than his original form.

In particular, the scorpion's appearance is still somewhat immature, and it has a melancholy and lonely temperament that can easily evoke pity from older women.

Sasori of the Red Sand was quite handsome even within the Akatsuki organization. His values ​​followed his looks, and almost all of the most popular members of the Akatsuki were good-looking men.

"Scorpion? Is that the Japanese name you gave yourself? You're not from this country, are you?" Atsushi Akiyama asked curiously.

Japanese people don't have red hair.

Moreover, this young man's attire, with a long robe on the outside and a white square scarf shawl hanging around his neck down to his chest, looks somewhat like the style of the Middle East.

"Of course I'm not from this country," Uchiha Naruto said matter-of-factly.

Is the child of an embassy consul visiting the museum?

It seemed that the fact that she was a foreigner struck a chord with Atsushi Akiyama, as she spoke with great enthusiasm:

"Your Japanese is very fluent. Are you here to visit the museum? Do you need a guide?"

"Thank you, but no need."

Naruto Uchiha came to this museum simply because the street behind it was where Sato's used goods store was located.

After surveying the terrain, he only took a casual stroll around the museum on a whim.

Just then, a few people dressed like otaku, carrying brochures issued by the museum, hurried over and bumped into the easels.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

After saying a few words, the group of people ran off to the east side in a flash.

"What's going on? We come to the museum every week to copy paintings, why are there so many people today? I've lost all interest in painting," Atsushi Akiyama complained.

"Today, the museum will exhibit weapons on loan from Ōyama-giri Shrine, including what is said to be Minamoto no Yorimitsu's armor and the legendary sword, Kumogiri."

As if by magic, Misa Koizumi pulled a booklet from her handbag and replied:

"Moreover, the weapons will only be exhibited for one day before being moved to the Tokyo National Museum for a week-long exhibition, after which they will be returned to Ōyama-giri Shrine."

"Minamoto no Yorimitsu?"

Uchiha Naruto's expression shifted slightly. Was he Minamoto no Yorimitsu, who was as famous as Abe no Seimei during the Heian period and had defeated Shuten-dōji, one of the three great yokai of Japan?

Naruto Uchiha's curiosity was piqued.

Seeing the change in his expression, Atsushi Akiyama covered his mouth and laughed as well.

"You foreigners will definitely be interested in Japanese samurai. This is a rare opportunity, let's go and take a look together."

The Japanese have always had a mysterious confidence that foreigners who come to Japan will become obsessed with their samurai and ninja culture.

Naruto Uchiha twitched the corner of his mouth, somewhat unconvinced, but didn't say anything more.

The group arrived at the exhibition area on the east side of the museum, where a large number of tourists had already gathered.

The group of people dressed like otaku were also among them, but they seemed somewhat out of place with their surroundings.

In the center of the exhibition area stands a simple, ancient full suit of armor. Next to the armor is a lacquered paulownia wood sword rack with a sheathed samurai sword on it.

"This is Minamoto no Yorimitsu's armor, and the legendary Spider Cutter? Really?"

Atsushi Akiyama took a closer look and was greatly disappointed, because the samurai armor was really too worn out.

"It has a certificate issued by the Ooyama-ji Shrine, so it should be genuine," Misa Koizumi said uncertainly.

As Naruto Uchiha looked at the armor belonging to the legendary Minamoto no Yorimitsu, his eyes lit up and a wild idea popped into his mind.

After pondering for a while, Uchiha Naruto's right hand hung at his side, and he subtly spread his five fingers and flicked them towards the armor.

"Click."

The glass enclosure that separated the samurai armor from the tourists shattered.

"Why did the glass suddenly shatter?"

The tourists looked in the direction of the sound and were all horrified.

The armored figure had already stood up.

Between the helmet's hood and the cheek covering that concealed the face, two eerie blue flames rose faintly.

(End of this chapter)