This ninja in Naruto is unscientific

Chapter 381 White Zetsu the Shopaholic

At the entrance of Konoha Village, the farewell party gradually dispersed.

The delegations from each village embarked on their return journey, marking the complete conclusion of the first joint Chunin Exams of the Five Great Ninja Villages.

However, on the bustling commercial streets of Konoha New District, another silent battle is unfolding.

"Boss! Give me fifty of these ice creams! A mix of chocolate and strawberry! And please pack them in insulated rolls so they don't melt!"

A plain-looking ninja wearing an Iwagakure headband was leaning over the glass counter of an ice cream stand, his eyes gleaming as he stared at the colorful ice cream inside, his saliva practically dripping down his face.

The ice cream stall owner was taken aback by the large number of purchases and quickly began packing them up.

At an outdoor seating area of ​​a café not far from this cold drink stand.

Orochimaru was dressed in a low-key dark gray kimono, holding a cup of black coffee that had gone cold.

He used a specially developed stealth ninjutsu, his chakra fluctuations blending perfectly with the bustling commercial street.

Even if a member of the Hyuga clan walks by, if you don't look closely, you'll just think of him as an invisible passerby.

Orochimaru's golden vertical pupils were fixed on the "Iwagakure ninja" who was frantically buying up goods.

"This is the seventh dessert shop he has visited."

Orochimaru silently recited the mantra, his slender fingers gently stroking the rim of the coffee cup, his brows furrowing slightly.

Since the tournament ended, Orochimaru has been following this clone of White Zetsu, planning to find a secluded corner to capture him alive and take him back to the underground laboratory for further study.

But to Orochimaru's surprise, this cunning, sharp, and highly stealthy little mouse, in his eyes, did not choose to immediately burrow underground and escape after the match, but instead... plunged headlong into the shopping mall in Konoha's new district.

Furthermore, this guy acted like a country bumpkin who hadn't been to the city in eight hundred years!

Orochimaru's eyes flashed with self-doubt: "This guy... could it be that he's been spotted and is deliberately feigning madness here, trying to use the crowd as cover to escape?"

But this acting is just too realistic!

Orochimaru watched as the Iwagakure ninja took the packaged ice cream roll, a genuine, extremely exaggerated, stalker-like smile spreading across his face.

At this moment, Bai Jue was inwardly cheering wildly.

"Wow! Konoha's sweets are amazing!"

White Zetsu licked the chocolate ice cream cone in his hand while secretly making plans in his mind:

"Lord Madara spent so many years in that dark, damp underground cave, spending his days either sleeping or staring blankly at the golem, never even getting a hot meal, let alone something as cold and delicious as this!"

"If I bring so much back, Lord Madara will be very happy! If he's in a good mood, maybe he won't exude that terrifyingly gloomy aura all the time. Sigh, taking care of empty-nest elders, I, White Zetsu, am so thoughtful!"

Satisfied, White Zetsu stuffed the scroll into his ninja tool bag and continued on to the next shop.

Orochimaru put down his coffee cup and followed at a leisurely pace.

For the rest of the journey, Orochimaru felt his worldview was being severely shaken.

White Zetsu walked into a super flagship store of Konoha Electricity and Home Appliance Service Company.

Orochimaru stood outside the shop window, watching the "Iwagakure ninja" walk up to a top-of-the-line multi-functional automatic massage chair, plop down on it, and press the switch for the highest setting.

"Buzzing—"

The massage chair started working.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh—!!!"

The Iwagakure ninja controlled by White Zetsu emitted a series of extremely exaggerated, even somewhat inappropriate, groans, his entire body convulsing on the massage chair like a dehydrated loach.

"It's so...so comfortable! The frequency of the vibration! The pressure of the kneading! It's an amazing, soul-stirring sensation!"

Bai Jue screamed wildly in his heart.

"Lord Madara sits on that broken stone chair every day, with tubes inserted into his back. His old back and cervical spine must be worn out by now! And Black Zetsu, that blockhead, doesn't know how to massage. This thing is practically a miracle device tailor-made for Lord Madara!"

"Buy! We absolutely have to buy it!"

Bai Jue suddenly sprang up from the massage chair and grabbed the stunned saleswoman next to him.

"Boss! Give me the most expensive one of these moving chairs! And that square box over there called a 'warm air blower,' it blows hot air, right? Give me two of those!"

It's too cold down there, we must arrange that for Lord Madara!

The sales assistant, seeing the generous foreign guest from Iwagakure, immediately plastered a professional smile on her face: "No problem, sir! Would you like home delivery?"

"No need! Just get me the biggest storage roll to put it in, I'll take it with me!"

Bai Jue slammed a thick stack of silver notes onto the table with an air of nonchalance. He'd stolen the money from a few drunken wealthy merchants anyway, so he didn't feel the pinch at all.

Orochimaru stood outside the door, watching White Zetsu huff and puff as he sealed the enormous massage chair into the scroll, his eyes twitching violently twice.

Nishikawa Tetsu had once confidently told him that these white creatures were the ultimate war weapons created by Uchiha Madara, and extremely dangerous intelligence agents.

"Weapons of war?"

Orochimaru licked his lips, his eyes filled with speechlessness.

"Buying desserts, massage chairs, space heaters... This bizarre train of thought, this country bumpkin completely absorbed in shopping. Nishikawa Toru, does he call these kinds of shopaholics 'weapons of war'?"

Orochimaru even began to wonder if it would be too much of a jerk to jump out and grab him now.

But White Zetsu's shopping spree is clearly not over yet.

After leaving the electronics store, Bai Jue went into a branch of Kadokawa Bookstore.

He stood in front of the bestseller counter, looking at the book displayed in the most prominent position, the wildly popular "Intimate Paradise".

Yes, Jiraiya eventually followed the same old path under Nishikawa Tetsu's influence.

This time, however, Nishikawa Tetsu's help wasn't needed. "Icha Icha Paradise" sold out as soon as it was released, and now the books on the bookstore shelves are all copies that have been reprinted countless times.

"Books are the ladder of human progress!"

Bai Jue stroked his chin and nodded thoughtfully.

"Lord Ban spends all his time underground staring at that broken stone tablet and sleeping; his intellectual life is utterly impoverished. This book has such a flashy cover, and it even has 'Not for those under 18' printed on it... It looks pretty exciting!"

"Although I don't know how old Lord Madara is, he looks so old, he must be over eighteen. Buying this for him will cheer him up; he'll definitely praise me for being a good subordinate who knows how to balance work and rest!"

Bai Jue decisively stuffed the two books into the shopping bag.

Under Orochimaru's increasingly incomprehensible gaze, White Zetsu continued to purchase a series of items that could be considered "essential for the elderly to get through winter," such as "thickened pure cotton thermal underwear three-piece set," "extra-large goji berry thermos cup," and "latex memory neck pillow."

He stuffed the unfortunate Iwagakure ninja's tool bag and his ever-present scrolls to the brim, making him look like a nouveau riche shopping for New Year's goods in the city.

"Phew...that's about it."

Bai Jue, carrying large and small bags, stood at the end of the commercial street and patted his belly with satisfaction.

"This trip to Konoha was so fulfilling! Not only did I gather top-secret information about Obito's Mangekyou Sharingan, but I also bought so many nice things for Lord Madara as a token of my respect. I'm such a genius!"

"If Black Zetsu, that guy who always has a gloomy face, saw this, he'd be green with envy! Hahahaha!"

Bai Zetsu laughed wildly in his heart. He couldn't wait to see Madara sitting in a massage chair, eating ice cream and watching "Icha Icha Paradise".

He turned and walked towards a secluded alley on the edge of Konoha's new district, preparing to break free of the possession and use the Mayfly Technique to sneak underground and return to his lair.

And in the shadows not far behind him.

Orochimaru finally let out a long breath.

He watched as Bai Jue walked into the dead end, a cold glint flashing in his golden vertical pupils.

"I spent the whole day shopping and bought a bunch of health supplements for seniors..."

Orochimaru shook his head with a cold smile, slowly pulling his hands out of his wide sleeves, his fingertips already swirling with chakra.

"Although your brain circuits are puzzling, you still have some value as research material."

"Game over, little mouse."

Orochimaru's figure instantly disappeared into the darkness of the alley.