Chapter 279. Constipated?
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Another Uchiha…
Yuto silently stared at the screen, eyeing that familiar fan emblem. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. If this kept up… were they really going to turn this jutsu into a forbidden technique passed down in the Uchiha clan? A glance at Fugaku's astonished face was enough to tell—he hadn't known about this either.
The Uchiha clan.
Writer Shisui, Eight Gates Itachi, Forbidden Jutsu Obito, Crossdressing Pillar Sasuke… truly a family full of talent~
The future looked promising!
Yuto sighed in admiration.
At this moment, the match was nearing its end. The strong remained strong. Even those who relied on intelligence had an edge from the start over the average competitor.
As a result, each of the Five Great Ninja Villages had at least one team that advanced.
Gradually, one after another, the contestants delivered their milk tea to the designated location.
The second round of the exam, despite some unexpected events, concluded smoothly. However, moving forward… Konoha's team would likely steal the spotlight—perhaps even overshadow the entire competition.
After all…
Back then, Obito didn't have the internet to spread things so quickly. His reputation relied purely on battlefield achievements, with a little help from Yuto Group's "insignificant" publicity.
Now?
No need for all that hassle. What had just happened… might already be online within seconds.
Didn't you see how Hyuga Hanabi was sighing beside them?
"I never thought the masked man who toyed with the entire ninja world was that kind of person?!"
She remembered that the Seventh Hokage knew that jutsu too, and it had helped him quite a bit. He had once said… he learned it from the Sixth Hokage, who—even after the war and resolving their misunderstandings—never forgot his dear friend. So… did the Sixth Hokage actually learn it from the masked man back in the day?
And why did the masked man stop using it later?
Maybe… he was afraid people would recognize him.
At that moment…
Hanabi felt as if she'd uncovered a great secret of the ninja world, her face lighting up with sudden realization.
But now that the matches were over, it was time to leave and rest. The third round was scheduled for the day after tomorrow, with a rest day in between for the contestants.
Besides, even if she had uncovered some hidden truth… there was no way to confirm it with the Seventh and Sixth Hokage anymore.
Frustrated, she ruffled her hair. "So annoying!"
If this keeps up...
She's almost thirty years old!
Watching Yuto leave with her aunt in the distance, she sighed helplessly and followed after him. In this place, that [strange] guy was the only one who kept her from feeling completely awkward.
As the host wrapped up the event, the crowd slowly dispersed.
Biwa Juzo, holding the free milk tea he'd just gotten, glanced at Roshi, who was packing up, and complained, "Honestly, it wasn't that interesting! The Chunin Exams are just as boring as ever."
Sure, there were more spectators now, but at the end of the day, it was still the same old Chunin Exams. He'd have been better off staying in his room, browsing the internet.
Total waste of time!
The only thing that caught his attention was that Uchiha kid.
Konoha's Ass-aulter!
Ah… what a nostalgic sight!
Uchiha Obito, the hero of Konoha. That was his signature move—the one that made him famous in the Third Ninja World War!
Who would've thought a new kid had already mastered his jutsu?
"It's quite interesting! At least you got a free milk tea out of it." Roshi smirked as he finished packing up. "Damn it, they didn't give me one. Whatever, I'll just buy one later. Let's grab a few drinks tonight?"
"Wait a moment." Biwa Juzo suddenly stopped in his tracks. "I need to hit the bathroom first. Wait for me at the entrance."
With that, he tossed his empty milk tea cup into a trash bin and headed toward the restroom.
He was still familiar with the Konoha Chunin Exam venue. Even though it had been renovated, he wouldn't lose his way—especially since there were directional signs every few meters. Just follow the signs, simple as that.
Maybe Roshi was right…
He was getting used to life here.
Arriving at the restroom, he picked an empty stall, locked the door, and settled in. Taking out his phone, he figured he might as well browse the web while he had some downtime.
It was so noisy earlier that he couldn't even concentrate on his phone.
And he had to admit—Yuto Group had made some fun stuff.
The only problem was… there was no free Wi-Fi in the venue, so he had to burn through his own data. And data was expensive!
Damn greedy bastards, charging so much!
"Looks like I need to find a job," Juzo muttered. "No way am I going to let some guy take care of me."
The only problem was… what kind of job? He had picked up some doll-making skills in prison, but he didn't want to compete with Roshi for business.
Come to think of it…
He still hadn't heard a word about his old partner—the one who worked with him on that Konoha's Billion assassination job. Where was he now? What was he doing? Still running some shady business?
Just then…
Someone else entered the restroom and took the stall next to his.
Juzo frowned slightly but didn't care much, continuing to scroll through his phone.
After a short while, just as he finished and stood up—
"Hey, brother!" A voice—both unfamiliar and familiar—came from the stall next door. "Got any extra paper? Damn it! There's none left in here, and I didn't bring any! Help me out, will you? Thanks!"
Hearing this, Biwa Juzo froze slightly, then narrowed his eyes at the chubby hand stretched toward him, standing completely still.
At that moment—
A memory resurfaced from years ago…
The Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, in an effort to minimize war casualties, had traveled overseas to assassinate Konoha's 600 Million.
That year—
The weather was bright and sunny.
The skies were clear.
That year—
They were young, ambitious, and full of confidence as the Seven Ninja Swordsmen.
But that was also the year—
They lost.
And they lost miserably.
Of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, only three survived. Among them, Suikazan Fuguki had pushed his comrades to their deaths just to save his own skin—then ran away without looking back.
And Juzo?
He couldn't stand it… watching that man go unpunished. Worse, when the Fourth Mizukage took office, Fuguki was even promoted. Enraged, Juzo attempted to assassinate him.
But—
He failed.
He defected.
Then, he attempted another assassination—this time on a new Konoha's Billion target.
And failed again.
Once more, he was on the run.
Until he ended up in the Land of Rain, where he was caught by a monster and imprisoned for years.
Who would've thought…
After getting out of prison—
He was just another unemployed vagrant freshly released, while that guy had become… a high-ranking official of Kirigakure!
Juzo looked down at the tissue paper in his hand, his face shifting unpredictably. He clenched it tightly, hesitating.
Suddenly—
A ringtone broke the silence.
He glanced at the caller ID, let out a self-mocking laugh, shook his head, and crouched back down, placing the tissue into the waiting hand.
Then—
As he pushed open the door to leave—
"Hey, brother, thanks! When I get out, I'll treat you to something!"
"No need," Juzo replied flatly. "I just happened to have extra, that's all."
With that, he walked straight out of the restroom.
Meanwhile, inside, Suikazan Fuguki silently stared at the crumpled tissue in his hand. That voice just now—
He froze slightly, then his expression shifted unpredictably. His eyes flickered with both surprise and confusion before he finally let out a sigh, shaking his head.
"He squeezed it so tightly, and it's covered in sweat… Was he… constipated?"
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"Were you constipated?" Roshi asked suspiciously as Juzo walked out with a faint smile—one that seemed to carry a trace of self-mockery. "What took you so long?"
"I played with my phone for a while!"
"You idiot… I'm worried you'll get addicted and end up holed up in your room forever, becoming a useless person who needs someone else's support! Forget it, I already ordered Yuto BBQ. Let's go! We can grab two milk teas on the way."
"Thanks."
"Why are you suddenly thanking me? And stop patting my shoulder! Let's move!" Hearing this, Roshi sighed helplessly, then noticed that Juzo had stopped in his tracks again.
"What now?" he asked, puzzled.
"Uh… nothing!" Juzo wiped his hand on Roshi's clothes with a strange expression, then laughed. "I'm just really hungry. Let's go!"
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