So Naruto and Mei Terumi Both Ordered Room Service

In the steamy bath, the shirtless, fierce-looking man with a menacing face was silent, looking at the handsome Naruto with a hesitant expression.

This guy is such a slut. He has Sasuke's face, and before getting out of the water, he even stirred the water in the bathtub. The splashing sound made the older brother's face turn to despair, so he simply closed his eyes.

So it turns out the Creator really does have preferences. Can this thing and good looks really coexist in one person? Seriously, is there no law anymore?

Fortunately, Naruto didn't continue showing off. He swaggered out of the bath looking like Sasuke. Wrapped in a towel, he walked ashore with a grin.

It's infuriating!

Naruto, oblivious to his own limitations, changed his clothes, found a place to stay, and settled in. He was only one Ninja Blade short, and planned to assess the situation before making any further decisions.

On the third floor of the inn, he leaned against the window, quietly watching the pedestrians on the street. Nikko slowly moved across the curtains, drawing a line of light and shadow.

He didn't care at all about being tracked by the Hidden Mist Anbu. A few weak Hidden Mist Anbu couldn't possibly catch him, so what was there to worry about?

"Ninjutsu is just my talent, but Taijutsu is also my hobby!"

Thinking of the exasperated looks Jonin the faces of those Hidden Mist, Naruto couldn't help but chuckle. It seemed the rumors about Hidden Mist's lack of promising young talents were indeed true; weaklings Earth Flow.

Perhaps Kirigakure's strength is still not to be underestimated by other ninja villages. However, it is difficult for them to produce outstanding individuals on average; apart from Mei Terumi, there is no one in the entire village who can fight.

After glancing out the window again, Naruto turned around, took a shower, and went straight to sleep. When he woke up, he went downstairs for breakfast and swaggered down the street like a local.

"He ran that way! Chase him!" Anbu Ninja suddenly appeared.

Unfortunately for him, two Mist Ninja charged straight at Naruto with such ferocity and imposing manner. Anyone with weaker mental fortitude would have turned tail and run by now.

However, Naruto remained completely calm. Instead of running, he leisurely walked towards the two Hidden Mist Anbu. His unhurried demeanor was like that of an old monk.

"Quick!!"

"Don't let him get away!"

A miraculous scene unfolded: the two brushed past Naruto, as if they had missed each other in the same timeline. Naruto continued walking forward, while the two rushed off in the opposite direction.

Naruto, now in Sasuke's form, scratched the back of his head. He couldn't help but smile as he looked at the eager gazes, both overt and covert, directed at him from all directions by young girls and middle-aged women on the street.

That damn good looks, oh no, Sasuke's damn good looks. What's the difference between me and Sasuke? I'm not ugly at all, so why does nobody stare at me like I'm a monkey?

He silently thought to himself that he would definitely get a mirror when he got back to his place and take a good look at himself so that he could know the difference in appearance between himself and Sasuke.

Damn it, Naruto saw that the young woman's eyes were practically drooling as she passed by. If he had walked any slower, she would have sucked him dry, bone and all.

As expected, good looks can win the world's favor. With Sasuke's face, the originally thrilling infiltration mission has now completely changed its style.

Hidden Mist heat?

Taking a deep breath, Naruto quickened his pace. After a few steps, he subconsciously turned his head to look behind him and suddenly caught sight of a girl staring straight at him.

Seeing herself suddenly turn around and meet her gaze, the girl was first stunned, then her entire face instantly turned red, and her mouth opened wide as if she wanted to scream.

Suddenly, she held back, swallowing the phlegm and quickly covering her mouth. Then, she abruptly bent over and squatted down. The girl looked utterly ashamed, trying to run away but bumping into someone else.

There's a kind of pain that you can feel even from tens of meters away. Naruto heard a muffled, teeth-grinding thud. The girl bent over, tears welling in her eyes, covered her head, and ran away as fast as she could.

Seeing this, Naruto was also impressed. He touched his own face and couldn't Sasuke's reputation as the most handsome man in the Shinobi World.

If I didn't become a ninja, I could probably make a good living working in a brothel. The only concern is that those nobles also seem to like men, so there's a risk involved.

Ah, the art of lovemaking for men is truly difficult; one wrong move and you've become a warm-hearted, albeit somewhat naive, person.

When Naruto realized that Sasuke's appearance was very popular in Kirigakure, a bold idea popped into his head, and a smile appeared on his face.

Kirigakure. Interesting.

Following the clues left by the Anbu, Mei Terumi wandered aimlessly through the streets, hoping to find traces of the intruder who had escaped from Ao's grasp.

With just a casual glance, she spotted Naruto sitting in the teahouse, flirting with two girls. Staring at Sasuke's handsome face, she was momentarily stunned.

At this moment, Naruto's expression was almost the same as Jiraiya's, except that one was paying to gather information at a brothel, while the other was doing it for free or even living off a woman.

The rice ball was big and white. Naruto's lips curled up slightly. He completely understood why Jiraiya, that old man, loved to travel around gathering intelligence.

While one might care about appearances in Konohagakure, one can be more unrestrained in a foreign land. This method of intelligence gathering is both secretive and provides a comfortable living, with low risk of being discovered.

Fortunately Mei Terumi only glanced at Naruto before quickly looking away. In her subconscious, the intruder wouldn't be someone strikingly handsome.

After all, that guy couldn't possibly have infiltrated the Hidden Mist just to pick up girls and take advantage of them, right? Wouldn't someone like that be stupid? Impossible, absolutely impossible.

A moment later, Mei Terumi left.

Several seconds passed before Naruto finally turned his gaze to the Mei Terumi had been, his eyelids twitching slightly as he seemed lost in thought. His inner turmoil was far from his outward composure.

He thought to himself, "Is it really necessary? A nobody like me, and the Mizukage has personally come to arrest me? Damn it, is Mei Terumi really that bored?!"

After seeing Mei Terumi, Naruto lost all interest in playing around. After touching the East Wind, he ran a few mischievous trains and then made an excuse to slip away from the girl.

In just one hour, he had gathered some scattered intelligence. He roughly knew that Chojuro was quite famous in Hidden Mist, and although he was shy, he came from a prestigious family.

That's normal, though. If he weren't from a prestigious family, he wouldn't be able to handle even a Mizukage.

The Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist are generally weak in ability, which might be troublesome for ordinary Jonin. But when they encounter truly formidable opponents, they are no match for them and are simply asking for trouble.

Naruto's plan was simple: find Chojuro's trail, then seize an opportunity to steal his last Ninja Blade.

He had already collected all five Ninja Blades, and by using some special means, he retrieved the last Ninja Blade, which in a sense could be considered returning it to its rightful owner.

Back at his lodgings, Naruto quickly took a shower, then frowned as he counted the little Land of Water Currency he had left. He couldn't stay at the inn forever; he needed to upgrade his accommodations.

He had no money, and he couldn't bring himself to sell himself using Sasuke's face. After all, although he attracted young women with a monitor, it was ultimately Square Root of Three person who did the work.

This kind of work, which relies on physical labor for money, is not something a ninja who has learned exquisite skills should do.

After thinking it over for most of the day, Naruto finally decided that making money the old way was the most reliable option. So, in the middle of the night, he climbed out of the window.

In the dead of night, a person stealthily and cautiously slipped out of an apartment window. Their movements were astonishingly light, as if every action was an art form.

The man landed silently and didn't linger. He silently reminded himself that many of his predecessors became complacent after succeeding, only to be caught because they didn't leave the scene in time.

He left in a hurry, but still alerted the others.

A beam of light shone down, and the man was so frightened that he ran for his life. He didn't dare look back for a moment, nor did he dare stop, listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer behind him.

A sense of despair welled up in my heart, and I thought to myself, "It's all over."

The alleyway blocked out the moonlight.

The next moment, with a loud thud, he was slammed against the wall by a tremendous force. It was like a giant opening a can of fish with his bare hands—violent, brutal, and shocking.

With a loud thud, the man's head made intimate contact with the wall. His mind went blank from the violent impact, leaving only a silent, blank musical note.

"Patience is the key to life."

After a severe concussion, the man groggily regained consciousness, unsure if his skull was fractured. Upon seeing that the person who had captured him was dressed in the attire of the Hidden Mist Anbu, he couldn't help but gasp.

Just as he was about to scream, the owner of that handsome face frowned, and a huge, fan-like fist landed directly on his face without warning.

With a series of powerful blows, the man was completely dumbfounded.

"Where are the stolen goods you stole?" Naruto asked coldly, his expression menacing, as if he would kill the person in front of him if he didn't get a satisfactory answer.

"Stolen goods?" The man was stunned, unable to recall anything from north to south, and even forgot what he had just done.

Slap! Another slap, and the man instantly sobered up.

"No!! I'll talk! I'll talk! Don't kill me!!" The man begged for mercy, tears streaming down his face. The fear of death drove him to kneel down and obey.

"What did you just steal? Hand it over!" Naruto grew increasingly impatient, gripping the man's neck and slowly tightening his grip.

"I stole some money, it's all here." The man said in a strained voice, "Waaah, don't kill me! Cough cough cough, don't kill me!"

Upon hearing this, Naruto took the money, then tossed the man aside like a dead dog. In the moonlight, he counted the money, then glanced at the man again.

The sound of the banknotes rustling sent a shiver down the man's spine, and he cowered against the wall, trembling.

"Waaaaah! Please!! Don't kill me! I really didn't do anything, I just stole some money, I'll never do it again!! Waaaaah!"

"Just stealing money? You're pretty arrogant, aren't you? Are you planning to kill someone and rob them?" Naruto threw the money into the Sealing Space without leaving a trace, threateningly.

"Keep your mouth shut, and don't let me see you again, or else..."

"Yes!! Yes!"

Seeing this, Naruto whistled and left happily.

After a long while, the person on the ground slowly got up. He covered his neck, his face flushed red, looked around to make sure no one was there, and then fled in a panic like a dead dog.

The alleyway was only about ten meters long, but the thief stumbled and fell seven or eight times. His legs were trembling with weakness, and he managed to crawl and tumble his way out of the alley.

He ran for an unknown amount of time before stopping in front of a puddle. In the dim light of the streetlamp, he could clearly see the handprints and strangulation marks on his neck, and a chill ran down his spine.

"He's insane! He really tried to strangle me! He's insane! It was just stealing some money!!"

"That ninja is simply a devil. Has he never seen a thief before? Is it really worth risking his life? Senior, I'm sorry, I've done my best in this line of work."

"Waaaaah, I just can't take it anymore!! I... senpai!"

Meanwhile, several memorable scenes of justice being served unfolded throughout Kirigakure. On the same night, petty thieves, all thanks to a man's unspoken decision, changed professions.

With the money, Naruto moved to a more luxurious place overnight.

Mei Terumi leaned against a wall in an alley and sighed softly. She had originally thought that no matter how clever the intruder was, they would surely leave clues.

The result was that clues were left behind, but too many were left behind.

She followed those unusual clues and traces all night, wandering around the Kirigakure, a place she knew all too well, more than ten times.

As dawn broke, she sensed that her opponent this time was exceptionally cunning.

"Ugh!" She couldn't help but yawn; staying up all night to solve a murder case was really exhausting. "Forget it, I'll go back to sleep first, and I'll deal with it when I'm better."

Halfway through her sentence, Mei Terumi suddenly turned her head and looked around warily.

It's happening again! That damned feeling is back; that person must be nearby! Maybe right now, he's watching me!

If I leave, he might be able to hide again.

No, we can't leave! But Mei Terumi is really tired and can't keep searching. Her subordinates are unreliable, and she doesn't trust them with her.

As she hesitated, she turned her head and caught sight of the tallest hotel in the Hidden Mist.

"One room."

"What's wrong? Mizukage... Lord Mizukage?" The receptionist was instantly jolted awake, and looking at the alluring Mizukage before her, she almost thought she was seeing things.

"Okay, one room, please hurry."

"Yes, Mizukage- sama." The girl operated the pen with trembling hands, dropping it several times, before nervously looking up at Mei Terumi.

"Um, Lord Mizukage, there's only one deluxe room left."

"Open!" Mei Terumi didn't even blink. She wasn't short of money, and she couldn't leave easily now, so she could only rest here temporarily.

If that person leaves, I will sense it and wake up immediately. If that person continues to watch, I will rest here to lull them into a false sense of security until I wake up.

As he was pondering this, the girl handed him the room key.

"It's all set up, Lord Mizukage."

It was dawn, and the lobby and corridors were nearly deserted. Taking the room key, Mei Terumi went straight to the elevator, walked to the top floor, and opened the door onto the thick, plush carpet.

Whew~ Naruto woke up to find himself staring at the gold-patterned ceiling, feeling a sense of relief. It really does feel good to be rich; even his sleep quality has improved considerably.

Looking at the sunset outside the window, he touched his stomach to confirm that he had only slept for one day. He used to occasionally fall asleep like this after completing a mission, without a care in the world.

The ninja's physique was somewhat special; he could sometimes sleep until the next day, so he would always try to know how long he had slept using this method.

Feeling hungry, Naruto remembered room service and ordered a meal.

The room across the hall.

Mei Terumi slowly woke up, wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth. Looking at the undrawn curtains, the setting sun shone through the glass window onto the soft bed, leaving her momentarily stunned.

Did I oversleep?

Hmph, I'm so hungry. Never mind. I've already overslept anyway, I'll just order something to eat first, I can't starve to death.