Unscientific Scientist From Sunagakure - Chapter 159
He stood there, speechless.
Unexpectedly, Sasuke cut him off abruptly.
“Shi-si-gi, I live alone, isolated. I understand your pain.”
“You’ve suffered a lot, I…”
Sasuke didn’t let him finish.
“Don’t talk to me about your so-called pains.”
“Did your parents die in front of you?”
“You live with malice; I live in a nightmare.”
“Malice can be resolved, transformed.”
“A nightmare, though?”
Sasuke shook his head and walked away.
Naruto shouted, “Sasuke, can’t you listen to me until the end?”
Sasuke turned back.
“If you can beat me in the Desert Storm F4 race, I’ll give you a chance.”
Sasuke and Karin walked away.
Sakura asked, “Naruto, what’s a Desert Storm?”
Naruto shook his head.
He didn’t know.
“I’ll go to the ramen shop and ask around.”
After inquiring, Naruto finally understood.
The Desert Storm race was a car race.
It was a recently popularized racing game.
Thanks to the industrial development of the Sand Village.
Muf? had provided cars to families in need.
Therefore, racing had begun to catch on among thrill-seeking youths.
A few thrill-seekers initially started the Desert Storm race.
It was simple at first: everyone in a car racing across the desert without speed limits, the first to reach the destination wins.
Gradually, this competition became popular in the entertainment-starved Sand Village.
More and more people participated.
The rules and the events became increasingly refined.
The events were classified from F1 to F4, with four danger levels.
F4 was the most dangerous level.
Besides longer tracks and more complex terrain, there was a more significant risk.
In F4, the race was unrestricted; you could attack your opponents, and they could attack you using any means available.
Muf?, as the highest administrator of the Sand Village, supported this view.
The Sand Village needed challenges to maintain the village’s vigor and vitality.
Anyone who could win the F4 championship was considered promising.
As for the dangers during the race, like breaking arms or legs.
The Sand Village had plenty of mechanical arms and legs to attach.
Of course, to ensure the participants’ safety to the greatest extent.
Muf? also arranged for the Fifth Division to be responsible for safety and medical services during the event.
With official support, Desert Storm became an official competitive event in the Sand Village.
Sasuke, seeking thrills and hoping to evolve his Sharingan sooner by skirting the edge of life and death, also participated.
The ramen shop owner, Daibokuto Sanraku, laughed when he heard Naruto wanted to challenge Sasuke in the F4.
“Sasuke has won the F4 championship before,”
“How can an outsider like you beat him?”
Naruto was confident.
He grinned broadly.
“I will defeat Sasuke.”
Daibokuto Sanraku: “So, do you have a car ready?”
“A car?!”
Naruto was stunned.
He hadn’t thought that far ahead.
Daibokuto Sanraku: “Of course, you need a car for racing.”
Naruto checked his wallet.
There wasn’t much money inside.
Seeing this, the owner handed him a business card.
“Here, my nephew runs a used car dealership. See if there’s a cheap car there.”
Two days later.
Driving the car he had bought, Naruto took Sakura to the racecourse in the afternoon.
The racecourse was a hundred miles away from the village, in the desert.
Sakura, sitting in the back of the car, complained.
“Naruto, I gave you all my money, and you bought this old car?”
Her hair whipped around in the hot desert wind of the afternoon.
Naruto had bought a three-wheeled car.
Naruto drove in front.
Sakura sat in the back.
“Naruto: “It only cost a little over two thousand yuan, but this car, aside from its fuel engine,”
“My uncle’s nephew assured me it has the toughest chakra engine. As long as there’s enough chakra, it can run as fast as a missile.”
Naruto then infused his chakra into the chakra engine beneath his feet.
“See for yourself.”
As Naruto infused his chakra, the car sped up.
The wind howled.
Sand pelted their faces.
Sakura reluctantly covered her face with her hands.
“Okay, I get it.”
Thinking about the upcoming race with Sasuke, Sakura couldn’t help but worry.
“Naruto, can you beat Sasuke?”
Naruto gave a thumbs up.
“Don’t worry.”
“I will defeat him.”
“Not only will I beat him, but also bring him back.”
Naruto was full of confidence.
They drove out of the village.
Two hours later.
Ahead was still a vast expanse of sand.
The racecourse still hadn’t appeared.
Sakura was frantic.
“Naruto, where is the racecourse?”
“Did you go the wrong way?”
Naruto pulled out a map to check.
He scratched his head.
“No way.”
“I’m following the map.”
Sakura was speechless.
“The scenery here all looks the same; what’s the use of just looking at a map?”
They looked around the desert.
They were baffled.
I was looking back.
They couldn’t even find the village.
There is just endless yellow sand everywhere.
Could they be lost?
Just as they were despairing.
Not far away.
A large SUV drove up.
The vehicle flew the flag of the Fifth Division.
It stopped beside them.
A head popped out of the vehicle.
“Hello there.”
“I’m Yoru Uta, the captain of the Fifth Division.”
“Are you guys lost?”
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