This ninja in Naruto is unscientific

Chapter 228 Scorpion and White Fang

Laboratory B, Konoha Science Research Institute.

"Click".

A very faint mechanical clicking sound echoed in the empty laboratory.

Scorpion slowly withdrew his fingers, and a ripple of happiness appeared in his eyes, which were usually calm and still.

"It's done."

Scorpion stood up and stretched his neck, which had become stiff from working at his desk for a long time, making a "crackling" sound.

On the worktable in front of him lay a brand-new puppet.

It extensively uses high-strength chakra-conducting metal, employs the latest hydraulic transmission technology from the research institute at its joints, and is filled with various miniaturized mechanisms and explosive tag launchers.

The puppet's design is ferocious and sharp, like a mechanical monster born for slaughter.

Its streamlined armor covered its entire body, four sharp claws gleamed coldly, and it even had a miniature... electromagnetic cannon launcher on its back.

"These technical drawings from the research institute are indeed quite interesting."

Scorpion stroked the cold cannon barrel, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Sakumo Hatake, you're going to die."

He's been a member of the research institute for over three months, but he still hasn't sought revenge on White Fang.

The main reason is that he is just too busy. He has one research project after another at the research institute, and he also has to undergo psychological treatment every month, which means he has no time to rest at all. They simply don't treat him like a human being.

In addition, he had too few puppets at his disposal, so he put it aside until recently when he had time to study his own puppets.

He sealed the puppet into the scroll, straightened his researcher uniform which was stained with a little machine oil, and then strode outside.

"Stop! Scorpion, where are you going?"

Just as he reached the entrance of Building B, two ANBU ninjas responsible for "24/7 surveillance" appeared like shadows and blocked his way.

The surveillance over this period of time led them to believe that Scorpion had become docile, but they never expected that he would be filled with murderous intent today.

"What? Is it time for me to have some fresh air?"

Scorpion glanced at them coldly, holding the sealing scroll in his hand. His killing intent seemed to emanate from him, causing the surrounding air to drop several degrees.

"I have to keep my appointment."

Sasori's voice was calm and cold: "This was decided long ago. If you don't believe me, you can ask Hatake Sakumo himself. Or..."

His eyes turned dangerous: "You think you can stop me here? I don't mind testing the power of the new puppet on you first."

The two ANBU hesitated for a moment. They had indeed received instructions from above that if Scorpion wanted to seek revenge on White Fang, they could let him go and follow and monitor him as long as civilians were not harmed.

"...Stay close to him."

One of the ANBU members gestured to his companion and stepped aside to make way.

……

Konoha's Third Training Ground.

This place is usually where ninjas practice, but today at noon, it is unusually quiet.

Sakumo Hatake, dressed in a loose-fitting kimono and wooden clogs, stood blankly in the center of the training field, carrying a bag of green onions and radishes he had just bought from the market.

"strangeness……"

Sakumo scratched his messy silver hair, looking at the challenge letter in his hand that had flown into the house in the middle of the night last night and startled Kakashi awake.

"It says, 'Tomorrow at noon, Third Training Ground, to determine the victor and the vanquished'... Are people this old-fashioned when it comes to arranging fights these days?"

He sighed and carefully placed the bag full of vegetables on the stone bench next to him, afraid of damaging the ingredients for dinner.

"I hope this ends soon, otherwise these onions will wilt. Kakashi is growing a lot lately, so I need to cook him a good meal tonight."

Just then.

"Da, da, da."

Heavy footsteps approached.

Sakumo looked up and saw a red-haired boy carrying a huge scroll on his back, walking towards him step by step.

The boy's eyes were cold, and with each step he took, the murderous aura around him intensified.

Not far behind him, two members of the secret service were crouching nervously on the treetops, ready to intervene at any moment.

"That's... a scorpion?"

Shuo Mao paused for a moment, then suddenly realized.

"Oh, it was you."

Looking at the boy with eyes full of hatred, Sakumo did not draw his sword. Instead, he showed a gentle smile, as if he were looking at his own stubborn son.

"You look much better after spending some time at the research institute? You've gained a little weight since you first arrived, so the food there must be pretty good."

"Shut up!"

Scorpion stopped in his tracks, and upon hearing this casual greeting, the anger in his heart was instantly ignited.

"I'm here to kill you, not to reminisce!"

"Bang!"

White smoke exploded.

The grotesque mechanical puppet appeared instantly in front of Scorpion, its four sharp claws gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and the electromagnetic cannon on its back had begun charging, emitting a low "humming" sound.

"Sakumo Hatake! Pay for your crimes... with your life!"

Sasori's chakra threads connected to the puppet.

"Click click click!"

The puppet's body instantly split open, revealing countless dark firing ports.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Hundreds of poisoned senbon needles rained down on Shuomao.

Despite the overwhelming attack, Sakumo remained calm.

He didn't even draw the white fang dagger from behind him; he simply turned slightly to the side and lightly tapped his wooden clogs on the ground.

"Instantaneous Movement Technique"

His figure moved through the rain of sages as if strolling in a garden, each movement perfectly avoiding all attacks, not even the bag of green onions was affected.

"Too slow."

Sakumo's voice rang in Sasori's ear.

"What?!"

Scorpion's pupils contracted sharply as he manipulated his puppet to return to defense.

"Robotic Arm - Rock Smash!"

The puppet's giant claw slammed down on Sakumo.

Sakumo raised a hand, but instead of using a knife, he gently pressed his palm against the puppet's wrist joint.

"While the design here is ingenious, utilizing hydraulic transmission, structural strength has been sacrificed in pursuit of flexibility."

Shuo Mao commented casually, then flicked his wrist, releasing a skillful burst of energy.

"Snap!"

That seemingly invincible mechanical claw was actually disassembled by him, with sparks flying everywhere!

"How is this possible?!"

Scorpion was stunned. This was made using the latest alloy!

"It's not over yet!"

Scorpion gritted his teeth and unleashed his final trump card.

"Electromagnetic Gun - Fire!"

The cannon barrel on the puppet's chest was aimed at the nearby Shuo Mao, and a bright blue light shone forth.

"Go to hell!"

"Buzz—Boom!"

A beam of light shot out.

However, Sakumo's figure had already disappeared.

The beam of light struck the open ground, blasting a large crater and sending dirt flying.

"The power is good, but the charging time is too long, which is fatal in actual combat. You really should learn Che's method."

Sakumo's voice came again.

This time, he appeared behind Scorpion's true form.

A short sword, still sheathed, rested lightly on Scorpion's shoulder.

"Furthermore, you rely too much on the puppet; your main body's defenses are full of weaknesses."

The battle is over.

From start to finish, it took less than a minute.

The ANBU ninjas on the treetops were stunned; they couldn't even see how Lord White Fang moved.

Sasori stood there blankly, the chakra threads in his hand broken. His new puppet, which he was so proud of, lay sprawled on the ground like a pile of scrap metal, emitting black smoke.

"Lost...lost again..."

Scorpion's body trembled. This was the second time. He had thought he would lose, but he hadn't expected to lose so thoroughly. He hadn't made much progress compared to the first time.

Months of hard work and tireless research seemed like a joke in front of this man.

"I refuse to accept this! Let's try again!"

The scorpion suddenly turned around, wanting to fight desperately.

"Smack."

Shuo Mao reached out and pressed down on his head, ruffling his red hair into a mess.

"Alright, alright, that's enough for today."

Sakumo sheathed his short sword, picked up the green onion next to him, and checked whether it had been crushed.

"Your puppet is very creative, especially that light-up tube. Next time, you can try increasing the firing speed a bit more."

"Also, you're too thin, so you're not stable when you make moves."

Shuo Mao rambled on like a long-winded old father.

"Go back and eat more meat to get back in shape. When you feel you can beat me, I'll come back and train with you again."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the sky.

"Oh dear, it's getting late, I should head back now."

Shuo Mao waved his hand, picked up the scallions, put on his wooden clogs, and walked away leisurely.

"Remember to fix the venue properly, or you'll get fined. Even though Che isn't here, the police won't give you a free pass."

Scorpion stood there, watching that figure from behind, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails pierced his palms.

"asshole……"

He cursed under his breath, but in that voice, besides hatred, there seemed to be a hint of complex emotions that were hard to explain.

This kind of crushed guidance made him feel humiliated, yet... he couldn't refute it.

"next month……"

Scorpion gritted his teeth and dragged the broken puppet off the ground.

"Next month, I'll definitely make you draw your sword!"

On the treetop, the ANBU ninjas exchanged a glance and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems... we don't need to take action."

"Lord White Fang, you really are still the same Lord White Fang."