"Why, Sheng Shimon, so you were the one who ruined my reputation."
Tobitake Tonbo said sinisterly.
"No, no, I only spread around the name Captain Tonbo. I never ruined your reputation."
Sheng Shimon felt incredibly awkward. He had just said it, and the real person showed up.
That wasn't right. Shouldn't the captain have been leading the pursuit force to bring Itachi Uchiha to justice?
Why was he still in the village?
"Speaking of that, it pisses me off. Genjutsu: Eight Fragrances of Fire: Enhanced Version."
Tobitake Tonbo disliked that cringey chuuni feeling, especially the embarrassing kind.
Whenever he thought of that robot holding a microphone, he felt a little embarrassed.
Now it was great.
Anyone could call him Captain Tonbo.
So he treated Sheng Shimon to an enhanced Genjutsu.
As his knowledge of ninjutsu, Genjutsu, and other fields accumulated, even if they were not his primary research directions, his other abilities would passively improve.
Bleurgh—
Unable to last even a second, Sheng Shimon's mouth was already overwhelmed by nausea.
All kinds of flavors blended together in his mouth, creating new flavors, which then combined into even newer flavors.
His left brain could no longer process the excessive flavor information and simply shut down, triggering a rejection response in his body. He nearly vomited up bile on the spot.
Tobitake Tonbo dispelled the Genjutsu at the right moment.
Even so, tears streamed down Sheng Shimon's face. It was not because it tasted bad—there was no taste left in his mouth now.
Rather, the excessive flavors had caused his body's protective mechanism to disconnect. It was simply a natural physical reaction.
Dokuro Kei watched with cold sweat pouring down his back. Fortunately, he had not said anything wrong just now.
Tobitake Tonbo's Genjutsu was becoming more and more terrifying.
"Heh heh,