Chapter 253: Banner
"YOU! DAMN! BASTARD!"
When the "drenched" big fatty aimed Samehada and said these words to Masahiko, pausing emphatically after each syllable, Masahiko felt like he might have played a bit too hard.
"I'm probably going to be exposed..."
Although he thought this in his heart, on the surface he still maintained a "for your own good" appearance: "You need to be a little careful..."
Before he could finish speaking, Masahiko watched as a lightning orb hit the big fatty squarely in the lower back. Then, the big fatty trembled twice, and the fat on his body emitted a burnt smell. Soaked in water, coupled with a Lightning Release, it probably didn't feel good.
Masahiko took two steps back and muttered, "This has nothing to do with me..."
"Lord Fuguki!" Kisame hurriedly stepped forward.
The big fatty waved his hand, stopping Kisame. He turned his head mechanically. "You two bastards! You are deliberately targeting me, aren't you!"
He felt extremely wronged. He just wanted to earn some protection money; was it really necessary for the two of them to keep throwing ninjutsu this way? Were they trying to eliminate a competitor in advance?
Looking at the other spectators, even the scattered few Genin were uninjured, which made the anger in his heart burn even hotter.
By now, many people had turned their gazes toward him, including Ao.
Ao used the Body Flicker to appear by the big fatty's side. "Lord Fuguki, please calm down. The two lords are likely unintentional."
It was indeed unintentional. Despite the huge commotion happening here, the two over there were still fighting fiercely, though this time no ninjutsu leaked toward him.
Fuguki Suikazan took a deep breath. He also saw that they were unintentional, but he felt even more stifled inside.
"Lord Fuguki, how about we change places?" Kisame suggested.
"We stay right here. You, go keep an eye on that guy holding the cat. I refuse to believe that mere battle aftershocks can affect me!" Fuguki Suikazan glared. Of course, he couldn't change places, otherwise, who knew how many people would laugh at him. He still wanted to compete for Mizukage; if he did that, what prestige would he have left?
"Yes!"
Ten minutes later.
"Shark-faced bro, your lord is constantly this unlucky. Following him probably has no future."
"Shark-faced bro, aren't you going to help him? He looks a bit tired to me."
"Shark-faced bro..."
"Shut up!"
"Alrighty!"
Masahiko smiled radiantly, watching Fuguki Suikazan suffer an inhumane "siege." The audience present was no longer watching the two people fighting in the center of the arena; they were just watching the big fatty block the aftershocks of various ninjutsu.
It wasn't until Ao's voice echoed throughout the entire arena: "Lord Ameyuri Ringo is the winner!"
Everyone snapped back to reality, only to realize the battle had already ended.
"Wonderful, what a wonderful battle!"
"Many thanks for Lord Fuguki Suikazan's protection!"
"This one million ryo was so worth it!"
"Wishing you victory tomorrow!"
Such words of praise filled the air endlessly. The panting big fatty looked back. All the wealthy merchants, including Masahiko holding the cat, had looks of extreme gratitude.
Looking back at the center of the arena, the defeated Triangle Head was already unconscious, but Ameyuri Ringo looked like she was in better condition than Fuguki. After all, Lightning Release relatively countered Water Release.
Damn it, damn it. He cursed inwardly, not even knowing who to vent his anger on. Finally, he cast his gaze upon Masahiko, who had previously caused him to be chilled to the bone.
Masahiko smiled faintly and activated a genjutsu. The several wealthy merchants beside him subconsciously surrounded Fuguki, "taking out money" to express their gratitude. Masahiko took the opportunity to leave with the cat. He hadn't seen enough of the good show yet and didn't want to expose himself for the time being.
Kisame took a deep look in the direction Masahiko left, shook his head, and walked to the big fatty's side... Although he felt there was something off about Masahiko, he could only attribute the scene just now to the big fatty's bad luck. Maybe because his target size was too large?
Leaving the tournament venue on his own accord, Masahiko was completely unscathed. Even the Fat Cat in his arms surprisingly hadn't been woken up.
"No, it's just that this guy is too good at sleeping," Masahiko muttered.
There were quite a few people leaving the venue with him, all of them ninjas. Masahiko, holding a cat, naturally attracted a lot of people's gazes.
Masahiko, being slow to realize, took a good while before noticing the stares of others. Looking around, most people looked somewhat disheveled; after all, it was a battle between two S-class ninjas.
Looking at his own neat and tidy self, Masahiko smiled and said loudly, "Lord Fuguki Suikazan's strength is truly great. I only spent two million ryo and got to watch a wonderful battle completely unscathed. Totally worth it."
The ninjas who heard this paused, then one after another revealed malicious smiles. Obviously, compared to everything else, their focus was on the phrases "two million" and "totally worth it."
Masahiko didn't panic at all. He left slowly and returned to the inn. If they dared to secretly attack him, it would add a bit of fun.
After eating and drinking his fill and returning to his room, Masahiko finally realized he still had a person in his space. Looking inside, that Hidden Mist ninja was slashing at the walls strike by strike. His spirit was quite good, and his psychological quality was obviously not bad.
"Keep at it, I couldn't even leave a mark with Dust Release." Masahiko decided to ignore him for now. He hadn't thought about how to deal with him yet; locking him in solitary confinement would do for now.
"Fat Cat, go play by yourself too." Masahiko put the Fat Cat down, letting it do whatever it wanted. It had already woken up... right when it was time to eat.
Masahiko then took out a few things from a sealing scroll and began to tinker around on his own...
Meanwhile.
Land of Rain battlefield, Sand Village camp.
In front of Chiyo and Ebizo lay two giant puppets.
"Sister, they are finally completed."
Chiyo closed her eyes, opening them after a long while. "This is what Sasori left for our Sand Village. It's perfectly suited to deal with Konoha."
"Sister, the disappearance of Sasori and the Third Kazekage might really have nothing to do with Konoha," Ebizo said softly.
Chiyo nodded. "I know, but there is also the hatred for Chiyo's son!"
Ebizo sighed deeply. "But what about Senior Masahiko Uzumaki's side..."
Chiyo waved her hand. "The previous disappearance of our camp's supplies was likely his doing. That was his only move in this war; he probably won't participate again."
"What if he really does participate..."
"Whatever the consequences, I will bear them alone!" Chiyo said decisively.
Early the next morning, Masahiko ate a simple meal and, holding the Fat Cat, headed toward the tournament venue once again. This time, however, he had something extra in his hand—a scroll.
Entering the venue this time was much smoother. Watching the battle while holding a cat, completely unharmed, he was more or less a celebrity now...
Looking left and right, Masahiko quickly spotted Kisame's unique face.
Fuguki Suikazan wasn't there; as someone fighting today, he wouldn't arrive this early.
Masahiko walked up to Kisame in a few steps, and under Kisame's I-can't-believe-you-actually-dared-to-come-back gaze, unrolled the scroll in his hand.
A banner bearing the words "Lord Fuguki Suikazan is Sure to Win!" appeared before Kisame's eyes.
"Come, Shark-faced bro, hold up this banner with me."
Kisame: "..."
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