Ch 18: Copy Ninja

(The Ordinary Ninja ch18)

A/N: Hello! I'm sorry, but because of my new, busier schedule, I won't be able to write as much unless I disregard sleep and rest. Thank you for your patience, enjoy reading!

"Tsk, those ninja villages are fucking useless!"

SLAM!

Yukata is the wealthy man who issued the bounty on the Evil Spirit's head. He was a tall man with lightly tanned skin and short brown hair. One of his eyes was missing, but it was hidden with bandages.

"I HIRED SEVERAL JONIN FROM EACH VILLAGE AND NONE OF THEM COULD—"

"Young master, calm down."

When he was interrupted, Yukata broke the pen he was holding, but he refrained from talking back. He wasn't afraid of the man talking to him, but rather, he respected him.

The man was middle-aged and had some muscles. If not for the fact that he was disabled now, he would be loyally guarding Yukata.

However, fate worked in funny ways, and the lowly bodyguard suddenly became an esteemed consultant and close friend of the young master.

"Isamu, stop calling me young master. Call me by my name," Yukata glared at the man who gave up his life to let him survive… or at least, the man tried to.

"How could I do such a thing, young master?"

Hearing Isamu's response, Yukata sighed.

"Tsk, surely you had a reason to stop me?"

Yukata raised his eyebrow. His anger was still there, but his reason can fully suppress it now thanks to Isamu.

"Young master, an envoy from Konohagakure, one of the five great ninja villages—"

"I know Konoha, skip to the point," Yukata grumbled, painting a smile on Isamu's face.

"They said that they will send us an elite team to search and hunt down the 'Evil Spirit,' but they want your economical support in exchange," Isamu said.

"Politics," Yukata scoffed. "But I'm curious. Why would they choose me? I mean, I'm just another merchant," Yukata rolled his eyes.

"Please don't humble yourself too much, young master. You are wealthier than ninety-percent of individuals. Even the five 'Kage' of the five great ninja villages isn't as wealthy as you," Isamu praised, but Yukata only frowned further.

"And thanks to that damned money, we nearly lost our lives," Yukata scoffed, gritting his teeth in rage.

"Young master, my life didn't matter then, and it certainly doesn't matter now. I'm just a disabled man," Isamu stated.

"... shut up. I will heal your wounds and make you a proud warrior again," Yukata said and before Isamu could object, he changed the subject.

"Which team is Konoha going to send?"

Isamu paused, causing Yukata to glance up from the piece of paper he was reading.

"Isamu?"

"Young master," Isamu brightened. "They are sending…"

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"Ah, damn it."

Running through the forest, a man with silver hair cursed under his mask. One of his eyes was covered by his forehead protector, and his other eye was lazily gazing at the clouds even as he ran.

"The latest icha-icha paradise is out today. If I can't buy myself a copy, I'm retiring as a ninja."

The man, Kakashi Hatake, the Copy Ninja of the Leaf, sighed before putting his focus on his current mission.

Yes, Kakashi was the "team" Konoha sent to Yukata.

'Maybe if I try really hard, I can return to Konoha faster.'

Chapter 18: Copy Ninja

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