pjbooks Chapter 275 Nara Deer Antlers: Destroy Them!
Chapter 275 Nara Deer Antlers: Destroy Them!
"Jiraiya wasn't doing anything... on the front lines, was he?"
Nara Shikano, holding his rice bowl with droopy eyelids, couldn't help but ask another question in a tone as if he were about to be buried at any moment.
Based on his proud brain's analysis of the entry for "Jiraiya," the connection between this person and the word "well-behaved" is even lower than the likelihood of the Ino-Shika-Cho trio being able to fly.
That guy not destroying the Iwagakure reconnaissance outpost is already giving the Hokage face.
Beneath the cold animal mask worn by the member of the Dark Division, a fierce internal struggle seemed to be raging, and he remained silent for a full three seconds.
Those three seconds felt as long to Nara Kazuno as every moment he spent reviewing Danzo's budget list.
"According to reports from the front lines..."
The sounds from the shadows were strained, like squeezing a piece of dried orange peel.
"Lord Jiraiya... spends most of his time at the camp, playing chess and studying ninjutsu scrolls with his two newly recruited disciples."
"ha?"
Nara Deer Antlers' mouth was slightly open, and the chopsticks holding a piece of mackerel in soy sauce were suspended in mid-air.
The gears of the brain creaked under the strain.
Accompanying the disciple?
Playing chess?
He slowly turned his stiff neck and looked at his son, Lu Jiu, behind him, as if asking: Am I starting to hallucinate because I'm overworked?
Did the sun rise in the west? When did he unlock the skill point of being a teacher?
The secret service seemed to think this information wasn't impactful enough, so they added a final, decisive blow from higher-ups.
"According to Elder Mitokado Homura's secret report, it seems that Lord Jiraiya has found a new... passion for education."
"In the elder's own words, the frontline ninja academy is doing a great job."
Nara Antlers: "..."
He felt as if his worldview had been struck by some indescribable force, and a bizarre image even appeared before his eyes: Jiraiya with flowing white hair and a small red flower on his head was leading a group of chicks in a "chicken-catching eagle" game in a war-torn front-line camp.
too frightening.
This world is becoming more and more magical.
Write it down.
He spoke weakly to his son behind him.
"Notify the ninja academy to prepare to receive two new students."
"clear."
Lu Jiu nodded, expressionless, and took out his notebook. The pen tip made a calm and clear scratching sound on the paper.
Household registration, housing allocation, school enrollment procedures, post-war psychological trauma assessment and counseling...
A string of words so complicated they could make a normal person explode instantly flooded Nara Kazumi's brain like a tidal wave.
He felt as if a steel needle was repeatedly drilling into his temple.
My head is starting to hurt again.
"Acting Hokage."
The operative seemed rooted to the ground, showing no intention of leaving.
"There's one last document."
"besides?"
Nara Shika's voice was slightly distorted with despair, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
The Anbu seemed oblivious to the dying embers of the Acting Hokage's life force as they pulled a scroll from their robes.
This roll is noticeably thicker and heavier than the previous two, like a brick.
It was solemnly placed on the Nara antler table.
"Thump!"
A muffled thud shook the teacups on the table and made Nara Shikano's heart tremble.
An intense, overwhelming sense of foreboding instantly enveloped him.
He looked at the scroll as if it were a death sentence handed down in advance.
With trembling hands, he untied the rope from the reel.
On the cover, a line of bold, powerful characters, like a poisoned ninja sword, pierced his vision.
"Final Planning Proposal for the New Home Community – In preparation for the full influx of the Vortex Clan".
"New Home Community..."
Nara stag murmured to himself in a dreamlike voice.
He slowly unfolded the ridiculously thick planning document.
wow-
The reel cascaded down like a waterfall, hanging all the way to the ground and spreading out over a large area.
The text was densely packed, accompanied by equally dense architectural drawings, waterway plans, boundary layout diagrams, and budget lists...
From the precise location of the residential area down to the spacing between every tree, to the building area and orientation of each household; from the direction, material, and slope of the sewers, to every rune detail of the community's three-tiered defense barrier; from the budget for building materials to the specific personnel allocation for each construction team...
Even the calligraphy classes, flower arranging classes, and turf maintenance manuals for the senior citizens' gateball court that the community activity center will open in the future are clearly written!
The plan's level of detail, precision, and audacity left even Nara Kaguchi, the supercomputer hailed as "Konoha's most powerful brain," feeling an unprecedented sense of suffocation.
His gaze moved with difficulty to the signature area.
That familiar name now seemed to be shrouded in an ominous black light.
Danzo Shimura.
Sure enough it was him!
Aside from that devil who burns with infrastructure as his life's work, no one could come up with something so outrageous!
Before Nara's antlers, a horror movie for the next two weeks had already begun playing.
How he will be repeatedly tormented by this planning proposal, how he will hold meetings with that paranoid person for more than ten hours over a decimal point, how he will coordinate with various construction departments on construction requirements accurate to the millimeter...
"Thump."
He slumped back into his chair.
It was as if all the bones had been removed from him, turning him into a slime radiating the light of wisdom.
He stared blankly at the monotonous wood grain on the ceiling, muttering to himself unconsciously.
"This is so troublesome..."
"I really want to retire right now..."
"Going home to raise deer, watching the clouds drift by..."
Looking at his father, who had been completely burned to ashes, Lu Jiu silently pushed the lunchbox forward, the crisp sound of the bowl clinking together trying to call back his father's soul.
"Father, please finish your meal first."
Nara Shika slowly turned his head, frame by frame, to look at the bowl of steaming rice.
He suddenly realized that even eating was a troublesome thing.
Just then.
"call out--"
Another member of the secret service appeared silently in the center of the office.
The newly arrived ANBU member subconsciously glanced at the planning document spread out on the table, resembling the skeleton of a prehistoric behemoth, and then at the acting Hokage, who had turned into a gray statue.
Beneath that cold mask, a hint of hesitation, or even... sympathy, seemed to flash.
But a mission is a mission.
He pulled a document out of his pocket.
This document is not thick; it's just a thin sheet of paper.
But this piece of paper exudes an aura that makes the Nara deer antlers even more terrified.
That's... the smell of roasted meat.
A rich aroma, infused with cumin and a secret sauce, that makes your soul tremble.
The secret service officers respectfully presented the piece of paper that emitted a strange fragrance.
"Acting Hokage, this is... the Akimichi clan's application report just submitted regarding the opening of an Akimichi BBQ flagship store in the prime location of the New Home Community commercial street..."
Nara Kaguya mechanically accepted the application report.
In his report, Akimichi Torifu passionately described the grand blueprint for the barbecue restaurant in his bold and unrestrained handwriting.
24-hour operation, unlimited meat refills, all-you-can-eat barbecue...
It even included a hand-drawn, colorful menu featuring special opening offers.
Nara Shika felt a sudden darkness before his eyes.
In his mental world, a sand scorpion even larger than the Akimichi family's secret technique giant was waving its two enormous pincers, one holding Danzo's brick-thick planning proposal and the other holding this greasy barbecue restaurant application, and with a ferocious smile, it was about to smash it hard into his face.
It’s over.
this world.
It's not going to get better.
His hand fell limply to his side.
pat.
The chopsticks slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor with a remarkably crisp sound, like a funeral procession.