As Everyone Knows, Cross-Dressing Is Only...

Hearing Obito's complaint, Kazashiro scratched his head. "According to the intelligence, a Chunin team discovered his whereabouts last month, but due to the team's strength, they did not pursue him further, which is enough to prove that this guy at least cannot maintain his presence for a long time using the Transformation Jutsu."

"Besides, we only investigated the casino, not other entertainment venues. Starting tomorrow, we'll split up. I'll continue investigating this casino, Asuma, you take Obito to that dance hall we saw a few days ago and keep watch."

"Let Obito go with you instead," Asuma shook his head, rejecting Kazashiro's suggestion.

This wasn't because he disliked Obito, but rather...

Never mind, he just dislikes Obito.

If this guy discovers the other party's whereabouts and rushes over in a panic, I won't be able to stop him.

Only Kazashiro and Lin can keep this guy in check.

"Alright."

Seeing that Asuma refused, Kazashiro realized this as well and didn't say anything more.

Asuma was very lucky; on the very second night after the group split up, he brought good news.

"I found traces of that guy at the dance hall in the west of the city."

The three of them had just sat cross-legged when Asuma couldn't wait to speak.

"Really? That's great! Finally, this endless surveillance is over!" Obito cheered, rolling up his sleeves to get ready to fight the guy.

"But that guy didn't leave the dance hall at all. I only spotted him through a second-floor window. To truly determine his movements, we need to continue observing him."

Asuma's words instantly deflated Obito's spirits.

"What should we do then? Should we call Captain Ryoma over? But he didn't leave us any contact information."

"Stupid Obito, this is clearly a test from Captain Ryoma to observe our strength. Let's continue observing and see if we can find a weakness in them. If we really can't handle it, Captain Ryoma will step in."

Kazashiro was absolutely certain that old silver coin Ryoma was currently squatting in some unknown corner, quietly observing their group's performance.

Of course, he couldn't say that so bluntly. Who knew how many more years he'd have to work under him? What if he got into trouble?

It's time to show Ryoma our exhilarating combination attack!

"Well, I think we can use other methods, like Transformation Jutsu, to get closer. There's no need to go to such extremes. If all else fails, we could call Captain Ryoma over..."

Looking at the two people approaching him with women's clothing with a look of horror, Kazashiro's voice changed in a panic.

"However, the opponent is Special Jonin, and using the Transformation Jutsu to approach them would be very risky."

Asuma righteously rejected Kazashiro's suggestion. "Besides, you said it yourself. Captain Ryoma intends to test us through this incident. Disguise and infiltration are essential skills for ninjas, aren't they?"

Obito: "Yes, yes, yes."

After observing for several days, the group discovered that Yamashita Yushi would often stare at the girls walking by outside the window, which gave Asuma a bold idea.

This guy seems to have wicked ideas about young girls.

In other words, disguising oneself as a young girl should allow one to infiltrate the dance hall and get close to the other party.

"Speaking of cross-dressing, you two can do it too—"

Kazashiro tried to struggle one last time.

"Obito Obito's stupid face, just look at me. Do you think he'd be interested?" Asuma pointed to his own face, interrupting Kazashiro's struggle.

Obito: "Yes, yes, yes, um? No, no, that's also true."

"Besides, look at yourself, you've always kept your hair long, so you don't even need to buy a wig. Anyway, Kazashiro, just give up!"

Pointing at Kazashiro's shoulder-length short hair, Asuma, without waiting for the other party's consent, pounced on him with Obito.

"Is this... is this still me?"

Looking at themselves in the mirror, not only Asuma and Obito were stunned, but even Kazashiro himself was somewhat lost in thought.

Wearing a light blue sleeveless bathrobe, without too many patterns or decorations, Kazashiro looked fresh and refined, and his fair and slender arms gave him a delicate and fragile appearance.

"Is it just my imagination? I feel like Kazashiro is cuter than Rin right now. What am I thinking?" Obito shook his head frantically, trying to shake off his immature thoughts. "My heart belongs to Rin, and always will be."

"Hey, see, I told you so. You should disguise yourself as a girl from the store and sneak into the dance hall. That would definitely attract that guy's attention." Asuma also came to his senses, coughed lightly, and told Kazashiro about the next plan.

That was close! I almost blurted out that Kazashiro was cuter than Hong.

"Ah, oh, yes, umm, that's fine then." Kazashiro blushed, unsure of what to say.

How embarrassing! Why is the hem of this dress so short? My calves are all showing!

No, no, I will never cross-dress again, not even if you kill me!

As night fell, Yamashita Yushi looked at the swaying bodies in the dance hall, but felt no interest whatsoever.

Two and a half years have passed since he intercepted the multi-million dollar fortune and hid in this border town.

Despite possessing a large sum of money, he dared not be too ostentatious, knowing that his opponent would definitely hire ninjas to hunt him down. He could only hide in this dance hall every day, watching the monotonous performances.

"Hmph, a body that willingly degenerates is utterly boring. What interests me more are young, vibrant, and energetic girls!" Picking up the wine glass in front of him and drinking the equivalent of a year's living expenses for an average person, Yamashita Yushi felt that his life was truly tasteless.

There were indeed many young girls in the town, but he dared not make a move, fearing that it would attract the attention of the Konoha Ninja. Therefore, he could only peek at them from the second-floor window every day.

"Sigh, at this hour, there's not a single eye-catching guy to be seen..." Shaking his head, Yamashita Yushi walked to the window, lamenting that there were nowhere to look at girls at this hour, when he spotted a beautiful figure.

A black-haired girl holding a flower basket was squatting outside the dance hall, seemingly waiting for customers.

Whenever a couple passes by, the girl would approach them with a flower basket, only to leave disappointed.

"This is truly exceptional..." Yamashita Yushi couldn't help but exclaim.

With his rich life experience, he immediately conjured up a story in his mind: a girl who, due to family poverty, could only supplement her income by selling flowers, was rescued by him after facing countless rejections, and eventually fell in love...

"I can't wait any longer!"

After observing for about half an hour, Yamashita Yushi became convinced that the other person was just a harmless little girl.

Driven by his small head, Yamashita Yushi immediately summoned a waiter and told him to tell the girl that he could buy all her flowers, but she needed to bring them in.

"Once you're in, you won't be able to get out..." Looking at that delicate and beautiful figure, Yamashita Yushi's lips curled into an evil smile.