This ninja in Naruto is unscientific

Chapter 208 Minato, who felt utterly hopeless.

The mornings in the capital of the Land of Fire are filled with the melodious cries of street vendors and the pervasive scent of cosmetics in the air.

Unable to refuse the Daimyo's hospitality, the Konoha group had no choice but to stay for a few more days.

For Class 7, who had just experienced a brutal war, this was a paradise vacation.

"Wow! Kakashi, look! Isn't that mask super cool!"

On the bustling Suzaku Street, Obito Uchiha pointed at a monster mask with exaggerated fangs painted on it at a roadside stall, his eyes shining.

He wasn't wearing his tracksuit today, which was unusual, but instead wore a dark blue casual outfit. However, his signature orange windproof goggles were still stubbornly perched on his forehead, making him look out of place.

"It's so ugly."

Kakashi Hatake, hands in his pockets, glanced at the mask with deadpan eyes and gave his assessment without a second thought.

"That's for scaring three-year-olds, Obito. Is your aesthetic sense still stuck in kindergarten?"

"What did you say?! That's called being domineering! Don't you understand, you masked man?!"

Obito instantly bristled, grabbed the mask and started gesturing at his face, while also glancing back at Rin who was buying candied hawthorns.

"Lin! What do you think of this? Isn't it very intimidating?"

Rin Nohara was holding two bunches of glistening, candied strawberries when she heard Obito call her and turned around.

Seeing Obito wearing that comical demon mask, along with his frizzy black hair and goggles, Rin couldn't help but burst out laughing, her eyes crinkling into crescents.

"Hmm...that's interesting, Obito."

"It's funny, not cool..." Obito was deeply disappointed and dejectedly put the mask back.

"Okay, here you go."

Lin walked over with a smile and handed the two of them some candied hawthorns.

"It's very sweet and delicious."

Kakashi hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took it, slightly pulling down a corner of the mask, quickly taking a bite, and then swiftly pulling the mask back up.

"Is it delicious?" Lin asked expectantly.

"...It's too sweet," Kakashi muttered, but he didn't throw the rest away.

"Tch, all pretentious."

Obito took a big bite of the strawberry and mumbled, "When I become Hokage, I'm going to open a candied hawthorn shop on the Hokage Rock and let the whole village come and eat it!"

"Opening a shop on the Hokage Rock is an illegal structure and will be demolished by the police department," Kakashi added.

"I'm the Hokage now, can't I handle these little things? What kind of Hokage am I then?!"

"idiot."

Three teenagers were playing and laughing on the quaint street.

……

However, compared to the three little ones in Class 7, the luxurious hotel where they were staying was a scene of "bloodshed".

"Lord Namikaze! Please take a look! This is a portrait of my daughter. She is sixteen years old and proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting!"

"What music, chess, calligraphy, and painting! Lord Namikaze is a ninja! My daughter may not know ninjutsu, but we own thousands of acres of fertile land, and her dowry could circle the capital three times!"

"Make way! Make way! My daughter is a distant cousin of Daming!"

In the lobby of the VIP hotel, a group of richly dressed, pot-bellied noblemen, waving scrolls and portraits, surrounded Minato Namikaze and Fugaku Uchiha.

At last night's banquet, these two young, promising, powerful, and high-ranking heroes of Konoha instantly became the "golden bachelors" in the eyes of the capital's nobles.

In this chaotic world, being able to marry into a powerful ninja clan is like buying the strongest life insurance for that clan.

"Gentlemen! Please calm down!"

Minato Namikaze was squeezed in a corner, sweating profusely, his handsome white haori torn askew.

The yellow flash that could remain unfazed even when facing thousands of troops now seemed completely at a loss.

He even considered using the Flying Thunder God Technique to escape, but that would likely offend many people.

"Um... I already have a girlfriend! She's from the Uzumaki clan..." Minato tried to explain.

"So what if you have a girlfriend?"

A plump nobleman interrupted him with a disdainful look, "It's normal for nobles to have multiple wives and concubines. Besides, can that Whirlpool Clan be as rich as our family? At worst, I'll have my daughter be the concubine and she'll be the mistress!"

"Yes, yes, yes! As long as Lord Namikaze agrees, the wedding banquet can be held tonight!"

Minato broke out in a cold sweat. What on earth was this?! If Kushina heard the words "make it big or small," the capital city would probably be blasted to smithereens by a Tailed Beast Ball.

"Cough cough."

Compared to Minato's disheveled state, Fugaku Uchiha appeared much calmer.

His face was dark, his arms were crossed, and he exuded a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay.

"Everyone."

Fugaku spoke coldly, his voice not loud, but it instantly silenced the noisy crowd around him.

"First of all, I already have a fiancée, and the wedding is in August."

Secondly…

Fugaku slightly raised his eyes, his dark pupils sweeping over the group, his tone carrying the arrogance characteristic of Uchiha:

"In order to maintain the purity of their bloodline, the Uchiha clan strictly prohibits intermarriage with other clans. This is a clan rule and a bottom line."

"If you're not afraid of being greeted by Sharingan, feel free to send your daughters over."

These words sent a chill down the spines of the surrounding nobles.

They had heard rumors about the Uchiha clan, a group that would turn their backs on even their closest relatives for power.

Marrying your daughter off to him? What if he gets sacrificed to the heavens one day?

"Ah... since it's a clan rule, then I won't force you, I won't force you."

"Yes, yes, Lord Uchiha's bloodline is noble, we are not worthy of his status."

The nobles all backed down and retreated from Fugaku's side like a tide.

then……

Everyone turned their predatory gazes back to Shuimen in the corner.

"Since Lord Uchiha is out of the question, Lord Namikaze, you are of commoner origin, surely there's no such rule?"

"Come, come! Lord Namikaze, look at my daughter! My daughter has a big bottom, which is good for childbearing; she'll surely give you several big, fat sons!"

"Help, help me..."

Minato, seeing the pressure on the crowd increase dramatically, looked at Fugaku with a tearful expression, his eyes filled with a plea for help: Senpai! Help your brother out!

Fugaku calmly picked up his teacup, blew away the foam, and a smug smile played on his lips. He gave Fugaku a look that said nothing more than:

There's nothing I can do, good luck.

……

On the other side of the VIP hotel, in a quiet tea room.

Nishikawa Tetsu was kneeling on the cushion, facing several ministers dressed in official robes with gray hair.

Compared to the hustle and bustle outside, this place is filled with a harmonious atmosphere where "academic" and "materialism" intertwine.

"Vice President Nishikawa, is the nationwide power grid coverage plan you just mentioned really going to break even within five years?" The Finance Minister fiddled with his abacus, his eyes shrewd.

That's a conservative estimate.

Nishikawa Tetsu held a baton in his hand, pointed to the map of the Land of Fire hanging on the wall, and spoke eloquently.

"Once the power grid is deployed, it will not only affect residential electricity prices, but more importantly, it will empower industry. Mining efficiency and farmland irrigation systems will experience a qualitative leap."

"Moreover, our research institute's latest cold chain logistics vehicle can transport seafood from the East China Sea to the capital within a week, while still keeping it fresh."

"hiss--"

The ministers gasped, exchanged glances, and saw the fanaticism in each other's eyes.

Transporting seafood inland? That's incredibly profitable!

"Lord Nishikawa, you are truly... a pillar of the nation!"

A minister grasped Nishikawa Tetsu's hand with great emotion, tears streaming down his face.

"Most young people these days only know how to fight and kill. People like you, who understand people's livelihoods, understand economics, and are willing to help the country prosper, are extremely rare!"

"Not at all, it's all for the prosperity of the Land of Fire."

Nishikawa Tetsu smiled modestly and casually pushed over a "Letter of Intent for the Establishment of the Land of Fire National Grid Group".

"If you gentlemen are interested, this is the shareholding agreement. It's an original share, a rare opportunity. We also have shares in the Hokage Building, so you don't need to worry about us running away."

"Sign! Sign now!"

……

It was evening.

When the seventh class, exhausted from playing, returned to the hotel, they were met with a bizarre scene.

Nishikawa Tetsu held a thick stack of contracts in his hands, smiling like a cunning old fox who had succeeded in his scheme.

Fugaku Uchiha sat in the center of the hall, drinking tea with a calm expression, like a highly enlightened monk.

And Minato Namikaze...

He was slumped in a chair, his clothes disheveled, clutching a dozen or so portraits of beautiful women in his hand, his face showing utter exhaustion, as if he had just gone through a battle even more difficult than the one against the Raikage.

"Teacher... what happened to you?" Obito asked in shock. "Did you encounter an assassin?"

Minato raised his head, his eyes vacant, and waved his hand weakly.

"No...it's something even more terrifying than an assassin..."

"We're going back to the village...right now...immediately..."

"I'm afraid if I stay any longer, I'll end up with a dozen or so wives..."

Seeing Minato's miserable state, and then looking at Nishikawa Tetsu and Fugaku who were gloating beside him, the three members of Class 7 looked at each other in bewilderment.

The adult world is indeed very complicated.