Chiba And Uchiha Fugaku

Chapter 93: Chiba And Uchiha Fugaku

On the way back to the village, Chiba pondered over a question.

Who could it be? Who put a bounty on him in the black market?

As for how Chiba knew about the reward, it was because he had encountered Kakuzu. When it came to the mastermind behind all this, the first person that came to Chiba's mind was the Third Kazekage.

After all, Chiba was only in conflict with the Third Kazekage. But here lies the problem. The Third Kazekage had fled back to the Sand Shinobi Village with his defeated generals. Would he really dare to put a bounty on himself in the black market?

So, Chiba considered a different perspective.

"It can't be him."

Just think about it, the other party is well aware of Chiba's ability to drop feces from the sky over a large area. Would they be foolish enough to provoke him again? Aren't they afraid that Chiba would run to the Sand Shinobi Village and turn the whole village into a cesspit?

"But besides the Third Kazekage, who else could it be?"

He thought of Uchiha Madara. However, Chiba believed it to be highly unlikely.

Chiba concluded that someone as prideful as Uchiha Madara wouldn't put a bounty on himself. He would either continue sending White Zetsu or take matters into his own hands.

So far, all the suspicious individuals had been considered. Chiba found that the prime suspect at the moment was the Third Kazekage. Upon returning to the village, as Chiba walked down the street, he noticed that some ninjas were giving him strange looks.

"I am who I am, I'll do as I please!"

Ignoring the stares, Chiba leisurely headed towards the barbecue restaurant. He had no intention of searching for that Kawano who had deceived him. From Chiba's perspective, the opponent should have disappeared long ago, making it impossible to find him.

"Boss, I'll have some barbecue."

Greeting the boss, Chiba was ready for his meal. However, the boss seemed nervous, hesitating to speak.

"What's wrong with you? Didn't I give you money for a year's worth of meals?"

"Ahem, Chiba, listen, can you take your order to go?"

The boss cautiously opened his mouth and, upon finishing his sentence, looked expectantly at Chiba.

As the owner of a barbecue restaurant, he had naturally overheard the customers talking about Chiba's unique diet. If Chiba were to dine at his establishment again, it would seriously affect the business. Who wants to sit in a restaurant with a man who eats feces?

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Suddenly, a figure rushed to the restaurant's door.

"Chiba! You're here!"

Uchiha Fugaku breathed a sigh of relief and gave Chiba a meaningful look. Chiba stood up.

"Boss, I, Fat Tiger(1), suspect that you're discriminating against me!"

Leaving these words behind, Chiba departed.

Chiba had only taken a few steps when he heard the boss's exclamation.

"What's that smell? It's so awful!"

"Boss! Did you defecate?"

"Everyone, look under the table!"

"Is that a pile of feces? Ugh!"

The customers in the restaurant went into a frenzy, pinching their noses and fleeing.

Meanwhile, the boss lowered his head and discovered a fresh pile of feces under the table, still steaming...

"Ah!"

As Uchiha Fugaku and Chiba walked down the street, Uchiha Fugaku turned back in surprise.

"Chiba, the owner of the yakiniku restaurant has lost his mind."

"Perhaps he's performing," Chiba disagreed.

Who would dare discriminate against him? A dip in feces would be their consequence.

"By the way, what do you need from me?"

"Our family patrol apprehended a suspicious individual related to you."

Uchiha Fugaku didn't hold back and spoke the truth. A suspicious person related to him? Chiba thought for a moment and could only recall one person.

"Isn't that person named Kawano?"

"It seems you've met him before."

Unfazed, Fugaku led Chiba to the security department. Upon entering the security department, Chiba spotted a middle-aged man with bruises all over his face.

Kawano, covered in bruises, had a swollen face resembling that of a pig, with a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth. If Chiba hadn't looked closely, he wouldn't have recognized him. Taking a statement from the detainee, Fugaku handed it over.

"Take a look, this person was being sneaky and revealed everything under interrogation."

"Interrogation?"

Chiba accepted the statement with suspicion evident on his face. It was clear that this confession had been coerced through physical abuse, and Chiba wasn't blind to it.

As he examined the contents of the statement, Chiba's expression darkened. A Shinobi from the Sand Village!

This person was actually sent by the Sand Shinobi? Their purpose was to lure him out of the village. After a momentary surge of anger, Chiba's expression froze.

He wasn't a fool. He realized that many things in this confession were amiss. Could it be?

"So, there's a mastermind behind the scenes, pretending to be a Sand Shinobi, and using Kawano to lure me out of the village."

"It's not just about luring you out of the village. You've just experienced 530 assassination attempts by black market assassins."

As soon as Chiba finished speaking, Uchiha Fugaku suddenly understood.

"So that's how it is! The mastermind first put a bounty on you in the black market and then arranged for you to leave the village," Fugaku pondered for a moment.

"This person not only has a significant amount of money but also possesses a comprehensive intelligence network."

"Chiba, have you recently offended anyone?"

Asked Fugaku, to which Chiba shook his head. Aside from the Third Kazekage, he hadn't offended anyone else.

"If you need it, I can secretly assign members from my clan to protect you," Uchiha Fugaku spoke sincerely.

Chiba looked at him and declined.

"Thank you!"

Root Base.

Danzo waited and waited for three days. But Chiba's gold bars never arrived. Impatient, he decided to go to the rear mountain and remind him, lest Chiba had forgotten.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, one of his subordinates appeared.

"Master Danzo, the spy lurking in the black market has sent an urgent message!"

"Oh?"

Danzo received the tip and read its contents. In the next moment, his complexion drastically changed.

Ratoon's Note:

Fat Tiger - Similar to "Laozi" a term derived from Chinese philosophy and is often used as a first-person pronoun to refer to oneself.