Kumogakure trainee Killer B, a frontline figure on the western coast, had known how to rap since childhood.
He looked about fifty percent like his adult self, his bronze skin giving him a healthy complexion.
"Killer B, don't practice rapping inside the tent. Fukai needs to rest."
Yū interrupted his performance plans. Compared to the jonin guarding outside, Killer B was easier to fool, and Yū could use him to leave the Kumogakure camp.
"My singing can help wounds heal faster."
Killer B wanted to keep rapping, but a jonin outside heard him and could not help knocking on the door, telling him to shut up.
"They just don't understand your art. Your art should be appreciated by more people."
Whether Uchiha Yū could escape depended on Killer B's abilities.
Upon hearing Yū's words, Killer B's eyes sparkled. Leaning close to Uchiha Yū as though he had found a guiding light, he said with confidence:
"That's right! I want more people to accept my art!"
He wanted to know how to make others understand his art.
"The fighting at the front isn't intense right now. You could hold a concert, but you'll need tickets. You can make money while soothing the wounded ninjas' hearts."
As he offered advice, an unnatural smile appeared at the corner of Uchiha Yū's mouth.
Lost in his beautiful fantasy, Killer B overlooked the fact that the person before him was a prisoner under the Raikage's strict guard.
Killer B was not stupid, but at this stage, he was not yet the famed AB of the ninja world. Right now, he only wanted to complete the first concert of his life!
"I'll help you draw some tickets. Your first concert is meant to build your reputation, so you can hand them out for free."
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