This ninja in Naruto is unscientific

Chapter 69 Reputation

half a month later.

The gates of Konoha were wide open, and the midday sun shone brightly on the main road.

A convoy of cars drove in, but this was not a low-key return; rather, it was a grand show for buyers.

"Everyone, fellow villagers, come and see!"

At this moment, Boss Tanaka was no longer in a state of panic, unlike he had been in the misty forest.

He stood on the shaft of the first carriage, his face flushed, waving his arms like a general who had just returned from a victorious battle—or rather, a nouveau riche who had just won the lottery.

"This is the strength of the Konoha Police Department! This is the true value of Heian Corporation!"

He pointed to the trucks piled high behind him, not a single scratch on their paint, and shouted in a voice loud enough to be heard two streets away: "Kirigakure assassins! Two Jonin and three Chunin, wiped out in less than ten minutes! And my cargo, not a single rope was broken! That's professionalism! That's top-notch service!"

Sitting on the roof of the car, responsible for the last stretch of guard duty, Uchiha Yatsuho wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and disappear.

He pulled his police cap down low, trying to hide his cold, stern face, but Boss Tanaka clearly had no intention of letting him off the hook.

"Especially Captain Yashiro!" Boss Tanaka grabbed Yashiro's trouser leg, pointed at Yashiro's expressionless face, and shouted excitedly, "Look at that demeanor! Look at those eyes! Even when he's fighting the enemy, he still remembers to smile at me. What a reassuring smile that is!"

"..."

Yashiro's lips twitched wildly, and the veins on his forehead throbbed as if dancing a tango.

The surrounding villagers erupted in thunderous applause and cheers, and a few bold girls even waved handkerchiefs at Yatsushiro.

"Yashiro-senpai, hold it in." A member of the Hyuga branch family who was traveling with them whispered, trying not to laugh.

"According to the rules, you should wave at this time."

Yashiro took a deep breath; it was a decision even more difficult than one made on the battlefield.

He stiffly raised his hand, waved it twice like a rusty robot, and then squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth:

"Thank you for your support."

……

Three days later, in the VIP reception room on the first floor of the police department.

This room, originally used for interrogating serious criminals, has now been transformed by Nishikawa Tetsu into a luxurious reception room.

On the wall hung the four large characters "Honesty is the foundation" written by Mu Ye Bai Ya, and on the table were exquisite tea snacks.

To be honest, his calligraphy skills are truly remarkable. If Nishikawa Tetsu hadn't paid him a visit, he wouldn't have known that Hatake Shigesaku possessed this talent.

Today, this place is full of people.

To be precise, it was filled with "money".

"Everyone, this is the manager I mentioned to you, Nishikawa, and that one—" Boss Tanaka, like a top salesman, pointed to Uchiha Fugaku, who was sitting in the main seat with a look of "Who am I, where am I?"

"That's the young patriarch of the Uchiha clan, the captain of the police force, Lord Fugaku!"

Sitting opposite them were five pot-bellied, richly dressed men.

They were Tanaka's close business associates, and also the owners of some of the largest trading companies in the Land of Fire: those dealing in medicinal herbs, those trading in minerals, those involved in real estate...

"Tanaka, you make it sound so amazing, is it really that incredible?"

A portly shopkeeper wearing ten gold rings looked at Fugaku suspiciously.

"I've heard of the Uchiha clan. I almost peed my pants from the look in their eyes when I went to the police station to apply for a temporary residence permit. Ask them to be our bodyguards? I'm afraid they'll kidnap us on the way."

"Hey, boss up in the mountains, you're mistaken!"

Boss Tanaka slapped his thigh.

"Those were all misunderstandings from the past. The Uchiha clan nowadays has incredibly good customer service!"

To prove his point, Mr. Tanaka snapped his fingers.

"Serve tea!"

The curtain was lifted.

Uchiha Hima walked in carrying a tray.

He was wearing a smart, tailored uniform and white gloves.

Although his facial expression was still somewhat stiff, he tried hard to control his muscles and not let himself show any murderous intent.

When he reached the boss on the mountain, Huojian stopped.

To demonstrate his professionalism, and also to prevent spilling a single drop of tea, Kama suddenly opened his eyes.

hum-

The crimson three-tomoe Sharingan instantly activated, slowly rotating within its socket.

The mountain boss was so frightened that he dropped the walnuts he was holding, his entire body trembling: "This...this is going to kill me?!"

However, the illusion that was expected did not occur.

Kama stared intently at the teacup, using the Sharingan's extreme perception to precisely calculate the teapot's tilt angle, the speed of the water flow, and its landing point.

"Splash—"

A crystal-clear stream of water fell into the teacup in a perfect parabola, stopping exactly two millimeters below the rim, not a drop more, not a drop less, and even a single tea leaf stood upright on the surface.

"Please...please have some tea."

Hima put away his Sharingan and stepped aside.

The entire room fell silent.

The five wealthy business owners stared wide-eyed at the still-steaming cup of tea, then at the fire station standing in the corner like a guardian deity.

"Amazing! Absolutely incredible skill!"

The boss on the mountain shakily picked up his teacup, his eyes filled with shock.

"Using the legendary Sharingan to pour tea? This...this is way too extravagant!"

"That's the attention to detail!" Nishikawa Tetsu interjected at the opportune moment, a professional smile on his face. "Our police department's attitude towards security work is just like this cup of tea: precise, consistent, and regardless of cost."

"Gentlemen, imagine this: if even serving tea is done with such meticulous care, wouldn't it be even easier to kill bandits trying to rob your goods?"

This logic is absolutely flawless.

"Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!"

Another ore dealer, Nohara, slammed his fist on the table excitedly: "Tanaka wasn't lying! This is the kind of security we need. Ordinary ninjas can't compare!"

"Manager Nishikawa, I want to place an order, give me ten times... no, a yearly subscription, I want a yearly subscription!"

"I want one too! As long as it's led by an Uchiha, the price is negotiable!"

For a moment, the reception room was filled with the smell of money.

The checks flew towards Nishikawa Tetsu like snowflakes.

Fugaku sat in the main seat, watching the scene. Although he maintained the aloofness of a clan leader on the surface, his hands under the table were trembling slightly.

That's too much money; I've never seen so much money in my life.

He turned to look at Nishikawa Tetsu, who was frantically collecting money and grinning like a little fox, and then at the clansmen standing beside him who, though looking displeased, were still helping to refill their cups.

This feeling...

It was really fun.

"Ahem." Fugaku cleared his throat and took out the seal that he had prepared beforehand.

"Since you all trust us so much, the police department will certainly live up to your expectations."

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Each red stamp represents a huge sum of money being injected into the police department's treasury.

After seeing off this group of wealthy people, it was already evening.

In the reception room, Nishikawa Tetsu was counting the deposits for this round of transactions.

"After deducting the team members' commission, equipment wear and tear, and compensation funds, the net profit from this deal..."

Nishikawa Tetsu pressed a few buttons on the calculator, then showed the screen to Fugaku and Minato.

"hiss--"

Minato gasped, "So many?"

"This is still a friendly price." Nishikawa Tetsu put away the calculator. "Next, we'll be launching a membership system based on this."

"Membership system?" Fugaku was no longer surprised by the new terms that Nishikawa Tetsu had been using.

"Silver members can make reservations with priority, gold members can specify Captain Uchiha, and as for diamond members..."

Nishikawa Tetsu pointed at Fugaku: "During festivals, the young Uchiha clan leader can receive a 'Fu' character (福, meaning good fortune) personally written by the clan leader."

Fugaku: "..."

"Nishikawa Tetsu, do you think my Sharingan has gotten a bit rusty because I haven't used it much lately?"

"Don't be angry, senior. This is brand premium." Nishikawa Tetsu quickly hid behind Minato. "Think about it, those wealthy businessmen hanging your calligraphy in their living rooms, what a huge honor that is! What a huge advertisement that is for the Uchiha clan!"

Fugaku thought about the scene and, although he felt ashamed, it seemed that it could indeed enhance the family's image.

"This is the last time," Fugaku said through gritted teeth. "Also, I can write, but you absolutely cannot make me sell smiles again... I mean, do any kind of smiling service."

"Of course, of course," Nishikawa Tetsu assured him. "You are a Tailed Beast-level weapon, so you have to maintain a deterrent effect."