This ninja in Naruto is unscientific

Chapter 380 The Confused Scorpion

Tailed beasts have always been the top secret and strategic weapon of each village. The fact that the Mizukage revealed this to them at this time is thought-provoking.

The Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, appeared quite composed, and he made no attempt to conceal anything.

During the Chunin Exams, the scene of Rin Nohara borrowing the chakra of the Tailed Beast had already been broadcast throughout the entire arena via the screen, and the Mizukage, who was very familiar with the Three-Tails, could naturally see it.

"Lord Mizukage has a good eye." Hiruzen Sarutobi nodded calmly, readily admitting it.

Then, he changed his tone: "Lin is a promising child. She is not only the pride of the medical class, but also the prized disciple of my grand-disciple, Namikaze Minato. Our lineage has always been very protective of its own."

The implication of these words couldn't be clearer: the Three-Tails now belongs to Konoha, and is under the protection of the Yellow Flash, Minato Namikaze; Kirigakure had better not have any bad intentions.

Upon hearing Minato Namikaze's name, Yagura turned his head knowingly and glanced at Minato, who was standing not far away with a gentle smile on his face.

As the Water Shadow, he was well aware of the Yellow Flash's formidable reputation on the battlefield.

"Lord Hokage, please don't misunderstand." Yagura withdrew his gaze and chuckled softly.

"I have no intention of bringing the Three-Tails back to Kirigakure. To be honest, I did have that thought before coming to Konoha. But after watching these matches, I completely gave up on that idea."

Yagura's gaze swept over the direction of the Konoha Dome. "So what if they're Jinchuriki? Kumogakure sent two Jinchuriki this time, and what happened? They were still defeated by your Konoha genin. This proves that Tailed Beasts are not the only criterion for determining the outcome of a war."

"Besides, if that plan can really be implemented, whether or not there are tailed beasts is really not important."

There was one more thing he didn't say: the tailed beasts might not be a good thing for Kirigakure now.

Those old folks in the village, so stuck in their ways, always thought that having a tailed beast would make things so great, and there was even a saying that "with the Three-Tails, Kirigakure is one of the Five Great Ninja Villages."

In his view, this statement was utterly absurd. The Hidden Mist Village's status was clearly earned through the hard work and struggle of their ancestors, yet these people attributed it to the tailed beasts. That was nothing but blind superstition.

He believed that he was fully capable of defeating the Three-Tails head-on, and that the tailed beasts were not as strong as he had imagined.

The Fourth Mizukage's words surprised many of Konoha's high-ranking officials. They were just going to give up the Tailed Beasts?

"Let's stop this small talk."

Yagura waved goodbye to the Third Hokage: "Hokage, I look forward to our next meeting. The future of Kirigakure needs a new direction."

Although a verbal agreement to join the community had been made at the previous meeting, the specific details of cooperation, involving the vast division of interests such as ocean trade and submarine cables, naturally require more detailed and intense consultations.

"Konoha welcomes Your Hokage's delegation at any time," the Third Hokage replied politely.

Behind the Hidden Mist team, a poignant farewell was unfolding.

"Xiao Ming, Xiao An, are you leaving already?"

Kana Uzumaki tugged at Mei Terumi's sleeve, her big eyes brimming with tears, full of reluctance.

Shizune stood to the side holding Tun Tun, her eyes slightly red.

Although they came from different villages and were even competitors in the exam hall, the four girls developed a special friendship over the past few days.

Seeing Kana on the verge of tears, Mei Terumi's usually cool face softened with tenderness. She reached out and gently pinched Kana's chubby cheek.

"Don't make it seem like a life-or-death separation. The world is vast, but there will always be a chance to meet again."

Although Mei Terumi spoke lightly, a warm feeling welled up inside her.

She had never experienced such a pure bond in Kirigakure.

The sunlight in Konoha is indeed very warm.

Hozuki Anne, who had been hiding behind Terumi Mei, looked at the strangers around her, and her social anxiety instincts made her subconsciously shrink her neck.

But when she saw the sincere looks in Shizune and Kana's eyes, she took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and echoed in a slightly louder, yet still barely audible, voice:

"Yes...we'll definitely meet again. Shizune, Kana, thank you..."

"Remember to write a letter!" Kana waved her hands until the Kirigakure team disappeared from sight.

Finally, it was the turn of the Sunagakure delegation.

Grandma Chiyo walked at the front of the group, leaning on her cane. Her steps were slow but steady.

Chiyo stopped when she reached the gates of Konoha.

She didn't turn to look at the Konoha officials who were seeing her off, but instead turned her gaze to a tall oak tree in the distance at the village entrance.

In the shadows of the tree canopy, a red-haired boy stood vaguely.

Scorpion had his hands in his pockets, and most of his body was hidden under the cover of leaves.

He didn't approach; he simply stood there quietly, watching the Sand Village's troops from afar.

There was no expression, and no movement.

Grandma Chiyo seemed to sense something; she slowly turned her head and looked in the direction she felt.

Those eyes, weathered and clouded by countless storms, suddenly lit up the moment they pierced through the gaps in the leaves and saw the red-haired figure.

She neither waved nor called out.

A genuine, kind smile gradually spread across the old man's wrinkled face.

It's like an ordinary old man watching his grandson travel far away.

Chiyo withdrew her gaze and tightened her grip on her cane slightly.

She turned around and looked at Yekura, Maki, and the others beside her.

"Let's go." Chiyo's voice was hoarse but contained a hint of relief.

"Back to the village."

The Sand Village's team slowly embarked on their journey home.

Even after the group had completely disappeared into the dust at the end of the road, the red-haired boy under the shade of the tree remained standing, motionless for a long time.

"Aren't you going to say goodbye?"

A gentle yet steady voice suddenly rang out from behind Scorpion.

Before he knew it, Sakumo Hatake had arrived beside him.

The legendary White Fang of Konoha, renowned throughout the ninja world, was dressed in a kimono and stood quietly to the side like an ordinary elder.

Scorpion's body stiffened slightly, but he did not turn around.

He kept his hands in his pockets and silently shook his head.

Sakumo Hatake looked at Sasori's somewhat frail back, a complex sigh flashing in his eyes.

He knew that this child usually appeared cold and indifferent to everything, but the emotion in his eyes when he watched Elder Chiyo walk away was undeniable.

Scorpion kept telling himself that he was a puppet without feelings, and his only thought for living was to use the most perfect art to complete his revenge.

But during his time in Konoha, those days and nights at the Science Research Institute, under Nishikawa Tetsu's almost shameless "exploitation," during his intellectual clashes with Orochimaru, and even the emotions he felt when facing his "fellow villagers" on the Chunin Exams stage... some of his thoughts had already subtly changed without him even realizing it.

Just like now, the enemy who killed his parents with his own hands, the man he once swore to tear to pieces, is standing less than two steps away from him without any defense.

Surprisingly, he didn't feel any urge to pull out the poisoned needle and stab the other person in the throat.

Scorpion was even somewhat confused.

He would still challenge Sakumo Hatake, doing everything in his power to control the newly developed puppets in an attempt to kill the man.

But he could no longer distinguish whether it was to avenge a blood feud or simply to prove to this man that he was no longer the fragile child who hid behind his parents' puppet and cried, and that his art had reached a new level.

The two stood quietly under the shade of the tree, neither of them speaking.