This ninja in Naruto is unscientific

Chapter 232 This village... is poisonous!

"Click."

Scorpion irritably threw the screwdriver in his hand onto the workbench, making a crisp sound.

The unfinished new puppet in front of him looked utterly unpleasant to him at that moment.

Ever since his crushing defeat to Hatake Sakumo, his mind has been filled with the image of White Fang's blade flashing so fast it was almost invisible.

"Damn it... My puppet's structure is perfect, so why can't I touch him?"

Scorpion rubbed his temples; this technical frustration was suffocating for this genius puppeteer.

"I don't want to think about it anymore, I'm going out for some fresh air."

Scorpion stood up, took off his smelly researcher uniform, and changed into casual clothes.

Although most of his chakra was sealed, he was still a dangerous individual, so even when he was just taking a walk, he was always followed by two tails that he couldn't shake off.

……

Stepping out of the research institute, the afternoon sun was a bit too bright.

Scorpion wandered aimlessly through the streets of Konoha.

Compared to the sand-ridden, barren village of Sunagakure, Konoha was so prosperous it was like another world.

The streets are wide and clean, the shops on both sides are air-conditioned, and there are even special recycling bins for throwing away garbage at regular intervals along the roadside.

The pedestrians wore relaxed smiles, holding milk tea or meatballs in their hands, completely lacking the tension of being constantly on guard against war.

"Hmph, what a weak village."

Sasori snorted disdainfully and casually bought a skewer of three-colored dumplings—because he had seen the little girl named Kana, whom Tsunade was taking care of, eating them often, and he was a little curious about the taste.

I took a bite, and it was too sweet.

Scorpion frowned, finished eating, and casually tossed the bamboo skewer into the roadside bushes. Everyone in Sunagakure did this; the sandstorm would soon bury everything.

However, the bamboo skewer had just hit the ground.

"Beep—!!!"

A sharp whistle rang in his ears.

Scorpion was startled and turned around to see a bald man in his fifties, wearing a black uniform and a red armband, glaring angrily at him.

This is a security assistant responsible for the sanitation of the neighborhood.

"Hey! You red-haired kid! Stop right there!"

The uncle, holding a small notebook, strode over and pointed to the bamboo skewers on the ground.

"Littering violates Article 7, Chapter 3 of the Konoha City Environmental Management Regulations! A fine of fifty taels will be imposed! You will also be responsible for cleaning up the mess!"

Scorpion was stunned.

He, a genius puppeteer from Sunagakure, was actually yelled at by an old man with no chakra fluctuations just for throwing a bamboo stick?

"Get out of here."

Scorpion coldly uttered two words, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his lifeless eyes.

"Don't bother me, you old man."

"Oh ho? Pretty arrogant, huh?"

The man wasn't afraid at all; instead, he straightened his chest and pointed to the police badge on his chest.

"I am a security assistant officer from the Konoha Police Department! I have the authority to punish your uncivilized behavior! Whether you are a ninja or a civilian, you must follow the rules in Konoha!"

In the shadows, the two spies responsible for monitoring Scorpion broke out in a cold sweat.

That old man is really brave! Does he even know who's standing in front of him? That's the ruthless person who turned the Wind Shadow into a puppet!

An ANBU member immediately appeared, instantly appearing beside Scorpion and warning him in a low voice:

"Scorpion, don't be impulsive. These are police officers, and the auxiliary officers are enforcing the law on behalf of the police. Your current status is that of a prisoner of war and researcher. If you cause a scene, not only will your exercise time be canceled, but your lab funding will also be withheld."

"Police Department?"

Scorpion sneered, completely disregarding the warning from the Anbu.

He ignored the Anbu and walked straight towards the assistant officer. With a slight flick of his fingers, even though most of his chakra was sealed, it was still easy for him to trip the old man up with a few chakra threads.

"Get out of the way, or I can't guarantee your legs will still be straight."

"You dare to use force?!" The middle-aged man, also hot-tempered, pulled out his rubber baton from his waist. Although it wasn't powered on, he was already in a very imposing stance. "Resisting law enforcement violently will get you detained!"

Just as the chakra threads at Sasori's fingertips were about to pop out.

"Snapped!"

A powerful hand, like an iron clamp, firmly gripped the scorpion's shoulder.

"Threatening our police department's auxiliary officers in Konoha?"

A deep, angry voice sounded behind Scorpion.

The scorpion suddenly turned around.

A man wearing a dark blue police uniform with a fan-shaped emblem on the back was staring at him coldly.

The Eighth Hokage of the Uchiha clan.

The head of the Criminal Investigation Division of the Police Department, who is also the unlucky guy who has recently been forced by Fugaku to patrol every day to get a feel for things.

He was furious and had nowhere to vent his anger when he saw someone daring to challenge the authority of the police department in the street, and that person was a troublemaker.

"Uchiha?" Sasori narrowed his eyes. "You want to meddle?"

"This is not a trivial matter; this is official business."

Yashiro loosened his grip, straightened his white gloves, and looked at Sasori with disdain.

"Even though you're a researcher at the institute, on the street you're just a thug who litters and tries to assault a police officer."

"Uncle auxiliary police officer, was he trying to hurt you just now?" Yashiro turned to ask the officer.

"Yeah, this kid's eyes are really fierce! He even tried to break my leg!" The uncle, now that he had someone backing him up, raised his voice even louder.

"very good."

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Yashiro's lips as he pulled out the specially made lightning baton from his waist.

"According to Article 26 of Chapter 3, Section 1 of the Konoha Public Security Administration Punishment Law, the police department has the right to take coercive measures against those who violently resist law enforcement."

Heaven knows how long it took the Eighth Generations to memorize the laws of Konoha, especially those related to the police department.

Scorpion was furious. Although he didn't have a puppet, his physical skills and hidden weapon techniques were top-notch.

With a flick of his sleeve, a senbon slipped from his fingertips, which he then used to stab Yatsushiro.

The Eighth Hokage was an elite Jonin who had awakened the three-tomoe Sharingan, so this little action was like a slow-motion replay in his eyes.

"Sizzle—!!!"

Yashiro didn't dodge at all, and stabbed him directly with his baton, turning the switch to the highest setting.

"Ughhhhhh!!!"

The blue high-voltage electric arc instantly pierced through the scorpion's body.

Scorpion felt a tingling sensation throughout his body, his hair standing on end, and the intense, tingling feeling shot straight to the top of his head. Although he was a genius, his body was still just a mortal, and with his chakra sealed, he was completely unable to resist this electric current that struck his nerves.

"thump."

Scorpion collapsed to the ground, convulsing, the senbon in his hand falling to the side, and exhaling a puff of white smoke.

"What... what kind of weapon is this..." Scorpion gritted his teeth, feeling like half of his body no longer belonged to him.

"This is called 'civilized law enforcement'."

Yashiro put away his baton and looked down at him.

"In Konoha, you must abide by Konoha's rules. Even if you are an S-rank rogue ninja, in front of the assistant administrators, you must be humble, whether you are a dragon or a tiger."

"Besides, why do you, a puppeteer, insist on engaging me in close combat?"

The surrounding crowd erupted in cheers.

"Well done, Lord Yashiro!"

"I've disliked this red-haired kid for a long time. He thinks he's right to litter?"

Hearing the cheers around him, Yashiro forced a smile onto his stiff face and nodded to the older man:

"Thank you for your hard work, keep up the good work."

Then he picked up Scorpion from the ground like a chick and shoved him into the hands of the gloating ANBU member next to him, saying, "I've already advised you, but you wouldn't listen!"

"Take him back and tell Lord Orochimaru what happened today. Considering it's his first offense, fine him 500 taels, deducted from his salary. Also, have him write a 5,000-word self-criticism and submit it to the police department tomorrow morning."

The ANBU member patted his chest and assured him, "Okay, no problem, I've got it covered."

……

Ten minutes later.

Scorpion was thrown back into his laboratory like a tattered sack.

He sported a head of frizzy red hair, his once handsome face was now bruised and swollen, and his body twitched occasionally. He clutched the fine slip tightly in his hand, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Heh... Konoha..."

"Even a street sweeper has powerful connections..."

"This village... is poisonous..."