Unscientific Scientist From Sunagakure - Chapter 202
Muzak hadn’t even had time to enjoy himself. Just as the courtesan Kozuki took the stage, someone rushed in, calling her away. The servant hurriedly apologized to Muzake and Kakashi.
“I’m sorry, sir. An important guest has arrived. Please forgive us.”
Muzak was furious.
He hadn’t even touched a finger.
No.
He hadn’t even caught a whiff of her perfume.
“What important guest?”
“Who dares to not give me…”
Oh.
The Kazekage’s name should have been mentioned.
“Who dares to not give Kakashi Hatake of Konoha face?”
Kakashi almost choked on his drink.
Pfft.
What the heck is this?
Muzake glanced at Kakashi.
Good brother.
You know, I never leave my name when doing good deeds.
If I do leave a name, it’s a brother’s name.
Muzake pointed at the servant and scolded.
“Do you know who I am, Kakashi Hatake?”
“Everyone in the ninja world knows me as the Copy Ninja.”
“I know a thousand jutsus.”
“A thousand!”
The servant turned pale.
“Master Kakashi, I truly can’t offend you.”
Muzake slammed the table.
“Damn it, who dares not to give Kakashi face?”
“It must be a significant figure. I must take strong action.”
Muzak was about to find someone.
Kakashi was bewildered.
“Brother, brother.”
Kakashi pulled Muzake.
“Let it go, let it go.”
Muzake: “Kakashi, how can we let this go? I must teach them a lesson.”
Daring to interfere with my artistic studies.
That’s a death wish.
Muzake dragged Kakashi to find the person.
In a nearby room.
They found a significant figure.
Muzake slid open the paper door.
Took a glance.
He was stunned.
This was the important person?
A kid with a snotty nose, sporting a chonmage, nestled in Kozuki’s arms.
His head.
His head.
Muzak was enraged.
Damn.
That brat had his head buried in that place. (Author’s note: I can’t even write this, and you’ve buried your head there. How hateful.)
Muzake was about to grab him.
Damn.
Kids should be home drinking milk.
Playing in an entertainment district is unacceptable.
Dereliction of duty.
Clang!
A sword unsheathed.
A samurai stood before Muzake with his katana.
Blond hair.
I am wearing a half-black and white, half-red light kimono.
With the Kozuki family crest tattooed on his back.
“Who are you?”
“Daring to intrude here!”
Muzake: “I am Kakashi Hatake of Konoha, who are you?”
Kakashi was exasperated.
“I am Kin’emon.”
Oh.
Muzake understood.
He knew who the kid was.
Kin’emon was a retainer of the Kozuki family, one of the Red Scabbards.
The kid must be Kozuki Momonosuke, the daimyo.
I am hearing the commotion.
Momonosuke turned from Kozuki’s embrace.
He was displeased at being disturbed.
“Hmph.”
“Who dares to interrupt me?”
“Kin’emon, cut him down.”
Kin’emon knew of Kakashi’s reputation.
However, the man before him didn’t match Kakashi’s description.
Especially since his hair wasn’t white but black.
Maybe Kakashi dyed his hair.
Kin’emon dared not cut him recklessly.
“Sir, this is Kakashi of Konoha.”
Momonosuke sneered.
“So what if he’s from Konoha?”
“Aren’t ninjas just hired hands?”
“Cut him, I’ll explain to the Fire Daimyo.”
Kakashi was angry.
?_?.
I, Kakashi, have always been amiable.
My temper is considered good.
Yet you managed to infuriate me.
Muzake turned to Kakashi.
“What do you think?”
“Beat him up?”
Kakashi hesitated.
Muzake patted his chest.
“Don’t worry, if anyone bothers you later, come to me.”
Kakashi nodded.
“Alright then.”
Good lad, promising future.
Muzake turned back.
“Kin’emon, right?”
Kin’emon nodded.
Muzake: “Step aside, I don’t want to hurt you.”
Kin’emon snorted.
“Hmph, as a retainer of the Kozuki family, I cannot abandon my lord.”
“Kakashi, I advise you to leave.”
“My Foxfire Style is not something ninjas can withstand.”
Muzake spread his hands.
“You’re so confident, then come on.”
Muzake opened his arms,
leaving his center unguarded.
Kin’emon was furious at Muzake’s disregard.
“Fire Willow Flash.”
Fire Willow Flash, a high-speed charge with a powerful thrust, imbued with chakra flames, capable of piercing and burning the opponent.
Kin’emon charged at Muzake.
Muzake reached out and flicked,
using magnetic manipulation,
redirecting Kin’emon’s charge like a derailed train, sending him flying outside.
Muzake completely ignored him.
Kin’emon dashed away.
Momonosuke was left alone.
Keke.
Muzake chuckled coldly, approaching.
Momonosuke was terrified.
He started crying.
He knelt.
“Boohoo, I’m just a kid.”
“Please let me go.”
Damn.
I’m here to beat up kids.
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