Reborn in Konoha as the Anbu Torturer

Chapter 290: No, This Is a Novel You Wrote!

Chapter 290: No, This Is a Novel You Wrote!

After hearing Teuchi's words, Aoba could not help but smile. Through Teuchi's description, he knew what Teuchi meant.

Looks like...

After the news of Third Kazekage leading Sunagakure's team attacking Konohagakure spread out. The world's understanding of the Third Kazekage changed.

In the future...

People might think that the Third Kazekage was a mentally handicapped person.

However, this was no problem with it.

In Aoba's eyes. It could be said that the action of Third Kazekage leading Sunagakure's elites directly to Konohagakure without investigating whether the information passed back was true or false was what only a mentally handicapped person would do.

"I just don't know how Minato is doing now!"

Teuchi stirred the noodles in the pot with a ramen noodle strainer and suddenly talked about Minato. Obviously, he was quite concerned about Minato.

"Minato has been in Mount Myoboku for a while."

"I haven't seen him for a while."

"I miss him quite a bit."

"Hahahaha..."

Teuchi laughed as he spoke. After all, Minato was a loyal customer of his. He would often help him when he needed help. He was already a very important friend of his.

"Actually... how should I put it... The things that happened recently... are pretty good... It can be considered buying time for Minato!" Aoba said hesitantly. After all, he was the one who caused all these things. His goal was to buy time for Minato to practice his sage arts.

When Minato's sage arts training was completed. That would be the time for the king to return.

The way he acted was as if he had just learned about this information. It was impossible to tell that he had planned all this.

It had to be said that even Aoba himself did not realize it. Whether it was his script writing skills or his acting skills, they were all slowly transforming over time.

"What you said makes sense. The war is not as fierce as it is now. This has instead bought Minato time to feel at ease. I hope that he can finish training quickly!"

Teuchi narrowed his eyes and smiled. He held the ramen noodle strainer in his hand and stirred it in the pot. He felt that it was about time, so he stopped what he was doing.

"The ramen is ready."

Teuchi fished out the cooked noodles from the pot and poured them into the bowl. Then, he poured the rich soup and placed it in front of Aoba.

"Eat it while it's hot. It won't taste good if it's cold!"

Teuchi stared at Aoba and said meaningfully. If it were anyone else, he would not have given such an explanation. It was mainly because Aoba had a criminal record.

"Hahahaha, good!"

Aoba immediately raised his palms together, bowed to the ramen in front of him, then picked up his chopsticks and began to eat in large gulps.

"You have been very busy working in Konohagakure Intelligence Division during this period of time. Even I met a pickpocket who wanted to steal my wallet from the counter while I was cooking noodles. Unfortunately, I discovered him. I knocked him out with a few spoonfuls. Then I found Fugaku, and he took him away." As Teuchi said these words, he directly picked up his soup ladle and showed it off in front of Aoba.

"This thief is really... he can provoke anyone, yet he must provoke you. Isn't this courting death!" The corners of Aoba's mouth twitched slightly. He had heard a lot of legends about Teuchi. This was a restaurant where ordinary people did not dare to dine and dash.

"You are right! Isn't that courting death? Even I didn't expect that someone would steal Brother Teuchi's money!"

Just at this time, a familiar voice sounded from the door of Ramen Ichiraku and clearly entered Aoba's ears. After that, Ramen Ichiraku's curtain was pulled open, and a figure walked in. It was none other than Fugaku, whom Aoba had seen in the forest not long ago.

"Fugaku, you're here!" When Teuchi saw Fugaku, he immediately narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly. At the same time, he nodded at Fugaku, acting very friendly to him.

"Brother Teuchi, give me three bowls of ramen today. I'm starving. I want to eat more!"

Fugaku said to Teuchi. His tone was weak. After that, Fugaku shifted his gaze to Aoba.

"Aoba, you're here. Long time no see!"

A smile appeared on Fugaku's face. Then, he walked over to Aoba and sat beside him. He looked very tired. Fugaku was not being polite. He really felt that he had not seen Aoba for a long time.

The last time he saw Aoba was when he was drunk. At that time, he couldn't remember the specific details.

After that, he came to Ramen Ichiraku almost every day. Even if he didn't come to eat ramen, he would occasionally come here to patrol around and, by the way, chat with Teuchi.

The relationship between people was often so wonderful. Sometimes it's just a drink. After the two drank too much, they revealed some of their thoughts to each other and told some secrets that they should not have said.

From then on, the two of them might be friends.

Fugaku and Teuchi have this kind of relationship right now. Now, if he had anything to say, he was more willing to talk to Teuchi, not others.

It was just that...

During this period of time, Fugaku had not seen Aoba again. In fact, he was more willing to tell it to Aoba.

"Brother Fugaku, why do you look so tired?" Aoba asked, despite knowing the answer. However, when he said these words, he was still winking at Fugaku and hinting that he did some shameful things.

"Don't mention it..."

When Fugaku thought of this, he felt helpless and became very sad.

"If not for my mistake, that person would have been caught by me. I am really stupid." When Fugaku said this, he suddenly paused and looked at Teuchi, "Brother Teuchi, give me a pot of sake."

"Okay!"

Teuchi immediately nodded. He knew that during this period of time, as long as Fugaku had any sad and frustrating things, he would drink. By drinking, he would relieve the pain and sadness in his heart.

This made him completely recover from this uncomfortable feeling. No… It couldn't be said to be a recovery. Most of it was to numb himself and temporarily forget about the pain. However, he would still continue to feel this after he woke up from the alcohol.

"Catch someone?"

Aoba asked, even though he already knew the answer. He even felt that he was a little embarrassed. This was simply poking at Fugaku's scar.

The most important thing was… this scar was left to Fugaku by himself.

"When I was patrolling earlier, I found a spy that might be hiding in Konohagakure. I almost caught him, but because I made a very stupid mistake, he ran away. Now, it seems that it is too late to regret!" Fugaku said helplessly. He had already regarded Aoba as a friend, so there was no pressure to talk about these things. It was just that he had some secrets and could not say them deeply. Therefore, he only vaguely told this matter without any details.

"What mistake?"

Aoba once again fiercely poked at Fugaku's scar. His eyes stared at Fugaku and pretended to be extremely curious. He looked harmless on the surface, but in his heart, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

Of course, what he did was not because of his bad taste. It was just to draw out what he wanted to say later. This was a very necessary step.

"Don't mention it!"

Fugaku waved his hand. This time, he really didn't want to say anything more. If he continued, his secret would be exposed.

He recognized that Aoba was his friend. However, it did not mean that there were no secrets between friends. Everyone had their own secrets, not to mention Fugaku.

"Alright!"

Aoba slowly nodded. He had already dug out the extent of Fugaku's understanding of this problem. He understood that he could not continue this topic.

"It's fine, Brother Fugaku. I believe that you will catch him again!" Aoba nodded at Fugaku and encouraged him. He was very close to Fugaku. When he said these words, he could still see the traces of blood that had just been wiped on Fugaku's face.

"I will definitely catch him!"

Fugaku immediately nodded and said as if he was swearing an oath.

The current Fugaku had no idea that the Kirigakure ninja he was looking for was Aoba, who was sitting next to him eating ramen.

"Oh right, Aoba, why did you suddenly come here to eat ramen today?"

Fugaku suddenly stared at Aoba as if he was staring at something.

According to some of the habits he had grasped about Aoba. He did not come here recently but suddenly appeared now. There might be some things.

"I'm hungry!" Aoba held his stomach and said.

"I don't believe it!"

Fugaku shook his head and stared at Aoba suspiciously, his eyes flashing with disbelief.

"If you were just hungry, why did you come out to eat ramen so late at night?"

"I am Konoha Military Police Force's man."

"You can deceive others with such a lie. You can't deceive me at all!"

"You..."

"You came to find me, right?"

After saying this, the corners of Fugaku's mouth slightly curled up, revealing a charming smile as if he thought that he was very handsome.

"Eh..." Aoba was stunned for a moment. He had never seen such a narcissistic person. Although he said that he was a fan of Fugaku, but not that kind of a fan.

"I guessed right! Right?" Fugaku still revealed a confident smile.

This was the truest thought in his mind. In recent times, he would come to eat ramen at this time. It was almost nighttime, and there were not many people in the shop at all.

Now that Aoba suddenly came here at this time, there was a big problem in itself. It was not a normal phenomenon at all.

"You guessed right!"

Aoba nodded helplessly. However, it could not be said to be completely wrong. He just wanted to try his luck. If he could meet Fugaku, it would be good. However, he did not expect to meet Fugaku outside the warehouse of the Country of Water merchant.

"The ramens are ready!"

At this time, Teuchi's voice sounded. Teuchi was carrying a plate, and there were three bowls of ramen on it. Then, he placed the three bowls of ramen in front of Fugaku.

"Enjoy it slowly!"

Teuchi said to Fugaku. After he finished speaking, he did not disturb the two of them who were talking. He turned around and began to cook noodles.

After that, Fugaku moved the three bowls of ramen directly in front of him and said to Aoba beside him.

"Aoba, you talk about your business. I'll eat ramen first. I'm too hungry. It took me too much effort to catch that spy."

After saying this, Fugaku did not even bother to do the etiquette before the meal. He began to eat big mouthfuls. The speed at which he ate could be described as wolfing down food.

Aoba looked at Fugaku and felt that this person was about to lift up the bowl of ramen and then directly pour it into his mouth.

'Was he really that hungry?'

'Wasn't it just two Amaterasu?'

A big question mark appeared on Aoba's head. It was not like he had never used fire-release ninjutsu before. This thing would not consume too much energy even if he did it for a few days.

Fugaku had only used two Amaterasu, but he looked like he was going to die. It was as if he had used up all his strength.

Aoba did not think too much about it. Instead, he focused his attention back on Fugaku and took out a red book from his pocket. This red book was the one that Fugaku had given him before.

"Huh?"

When Fugaku was eating ramen, he saw the book Aoba took out, and his eyes widened.

"Isn't this the book I gave you?!"

"There is my signature on it!"

"So you always carry this around with you!"

Fugaku's face was filled with joy. Now that he knew about Aoba's performance, he was extremely excited. He could feel that Aoba was attaching importance to him.

This was a real fan!

He carried the gift from his idol with him!

"I thought you didn't like it!"

Fugaku said with a smile. Just as he said this, he couldn't help but burp and almost spit out the noodles that he hadn't completely swallowed.

"Brother Fugaku, I have always carried this book with me and used it to record some very important things. But not long ago, there was a little problem." Aoba stared at the book and said meaningfully. He didn't say everything clearly, but the appearance he showed made Fugaku's curiosity fully aroused.

"What happened?" Fugaku was stunned for a moment. His blinking eyes were full of curiosity.

"How should I put it..."

Aoba put on a difficult expression. In fact, it was not that he did not know how to say it, but he had already thought of what to say.

However, he couldn't show it now. He needed to make a difficult appearance for Fugaku to see.

Then, Aoba pushed the book toward Fugaku.

"Brother Fugaku, I think you should take a look at it yourself. Take a look at what I wrote first, and then I will tell you what happened." Aoba said slowly.

"Oh... okay..."

When Fugaku heard Aoba's words, he was stunned for a moment. However, he still followed Aoba's words and brought the book he had given Aoba to him.

Fugaku saw the cover of the book. He could see that it was the fierce beauty he had personally chosen. This was an exciting cover picture. In an instant, his eyes felt a sharp pain, which had just been bleeding.

"Hiss..."

Fugaku took a deep breath. He never thought that his eyes would feel a deep pain by looking at such a book.

Looks like...

This Amaterasu really could not be used recklessly. The feeling of overdraft on the body was too fierce. This made him a little unable to hold on.

Fugaku rubbed his eyes.

He let his eyes relax a little, then slowly opened his eyes. In an instant, his vision became clear again.

It was much better now.

Fugaku immediately opened the book. He saw his signature on the title page. Then, he immediately turned to the next page and saw the title of the book.

"Teacher Bai of the Ninja School."

This book's name instantly caught Fugaku's eye, causing his heart to move slightly.

"Aoba, aren't you writing?"

Fugaku said this, but his hands were not idle at all and directly turned to the next page. One by one, words appeared in Fugaku's line of sight. He was sent to a different ninja school, and almost in an instant, Fugaku was immersed in it.

He opened his eyes wide as he read the story written in the book. Even his eyes that had just bled did not feel pain anymore.

Not only that, Fugaku's wolfing manner of eating noodles stopped. It gradually turned into eating slowly. His eyes were fixed on the story in the book, and read the story page by page.

Slowly, he found that the noodles he picked up with his chopsticks were not delicious anymore.

It felt dry.

However, he did not realize that it was not that the taste of the noodles had changed but that his mouth had become dry.

"This... this... this..."

The more Fugaku looked, the more he felt that an unknown power in his body was about to erupt. He felt like he was suffocating. Even the consumption of using Amaterasu twice in a row was not too serious.

These were the words he was familiar with.

Together.

A story formed.

It was as if it possessed a strange magical power.

It made Fugaku's entire body enter a state of battle preparation. He felt as if his entire body was filled with strength. It was completely different from the weak posture he had when he first entered.

"Aoba, did you write this?" Fugaku was stunned for a moment. He looked at Aoba with his eyes wide open, his eyes flashing with disbelief.

"No, you wrote this!"

Aoba smiled and shook his head. His smile was meaningful, and he looked at Fugaku with a "you know" look.