Chapter 102: The Black-Haired, Red-Eyed Warrior! Biri Biri!
The expression on the dispatcher's face froze. The man, feeling deeply offended, was stuck there, unable to say a word for a long time.
His eyes were wide as he stared at Haruno Sakura, as well as Sasuke and Naruto. It was a good while before he finally spoke: "I'm sorry, I don't have any B-rank missions here."
"Give me the mission list. I'll look at it myself!" For someone she had already fallen out with, Sakura was not polite at all. She expressed her distrust for the dispatcher in no uncertain terms.
"I said, I don't have it. If I don't have it, I don't have it!"
"The mission list. Mission number 3275944 is a B-rank escort mission. No one has taken it yet," Sasuke said with a sneer, glaring at the dispatcher with contemptuous eyes. "Do I need to continue?"
The man was startled. "How did you see that?"
Only after he said it did he realize that he had given himself away, and he hurriedly tried to cover the mission list again.
Smack! A small hand suddenly shot out and gripped the middle-aged man's arm tightly. He tried hard to pull his arm out, but found that it was as if it were caught in a giant clamp, unmovable no matter how much force he used.
He looked up along that fair, small hand. The one who had reached out was that female ninja. Although his mind was still in a mess at this time, his male instincts still prompted him to subconsciously size up the girl a couple more times: he had to admit, although she was not the mature type he liked, she was still a pretty young girl with a budding charm.
Speaking of which, a man's instinct... when death is imminent, is it still to think about getting one last shot in? —No, no, no, it's that when death is imminent, one only thinks about getting one last shot in.
"Please trouble yourself to get the mission sheet my comrade just mentioned, thank you," the girl said with a fake smile, holding his hand so he couldn't move and staring into his eyes.
To the dispatcher, her voice still sounded very gentle and sweet. Alright, this guy had finally given up the struggle. He had also discovered that the girl holding him seemed to be much stronger than him and was not someone to be trifled with, so he began to comfort himself with the ostrich mentality that being bullied by a beautiful woman wasn't a loss.
Lewd thoughts began to pop up in his mind one after another: Her skin is so fair, her hands are so tender... Aren't this kind of kunoichi usually just flower vases? You can tell at a glance she spends a lot of effort on her appearance. It's a pity she's a bit young and not yet full enough. By his philosophy—"A-cups? No thank you!"
Speaking of which, being held by her feels pretty good. Can she hold on a little longer... Don't let go, hey!
Wow, she's even left a bluish handprint. But the handprint is also so slender. Her hand shape must be very beautiful, not the kind that's been deformed from throwing kunai every day!
"This mission was originally a C-rank mission. Because the pay was high, we upgraded it to a B-rank," the dispatcher muttered as he reluctantly took out the mission sheet, his mind still fantasizing.
Seeing that this guy had sensibly handed over the mission sheet, Sakura also let go of his arm. She felt that the man's gaze had suddenly become strange, and his arm felt very greasy. She didn't know why, but she felt a chill in her heart.
She took the sheet and looked at the introduction. It was an escort mission, requiring them to undertake the protection of the "Princess Gale's Great Adventure" film crew during their filming in the Land of Snow. The client was the film director and producer, Asama Takehiko. The reward was quite generous; it seemed this film series was very profitable. The content of the mission didn't sound difficult. It didn't look like they would encounter any dangerous opponents. Perhaps the biggest enemy would be nature itself.
Just then, seeing Sakura let go of his hand, the middle-aged ninja's old habits flared up again. "Even if you take the mission sheet, as long as the client doesn't agree to have you carry out the mission, it's still no good!"
This sentence was less of an obstruction and more of a curse.
Sakura was so angry she laughed. This person was really something. She let out a cold snort. "Hmph... You don't need to worry about that! We believe the client will have good judgment!"
The implication was that he was blind. The man still wanted to say something, but after being glared at by Sakura, he shrank his head and didn't dare to speak. This person was the type with a vile mouth but a cowardly heart. Now that he was scared, he obediently went to find the mission client.
The client was a short, stout, and unkempt middle-aged man with long hair. The dispatcher pointed at the three of them and introduced them to him, "Here, these three are the ninja who have accepted your commission. The girl in the middle is the Chunin team leader, and the two boys are Genin. If you have any dissatisfaction, please say so, and we will immediately replace them with stronger and more experienced ninja for you."
This man was also an old hand. Even when following procedure, he could make his words watertight while constantly hinting to the client that the three of them were weak, thoroughly stepping on them.
However, unfortunately, the client seemed to have not heard his words at all, and the short, stout man's reaction was completely different from what he had imagined. In fact, Haruno Sakura and the other two were also completely dumbfounded—
"Oooooh! Is it you guys!" The short, stout man's eyes lit up when he saw Sakura, and he shouted, startling her.
"Haruno Sakura, Uzumaki Naruto! Oh, right, right, and you, you're Sasuke!" The middle-aged man was so excited he almost danced.
This exaggerated reaction left Haruno Sakura's group a little stunned.
And the dispatcher was completely frozen. How does the client know three little brats who are still Genin?
"Eh?" Sakura asked cautiously. "You know us?"
"Of course, of course! You're the Sakura Snow Princess! Wielding such a big ice blade, jumping into mid-air~! Aaaah, one slash down! And then swish, swish~!" This person was really so excited he started dancing, shouting strangely while gesturing with his hands and feet, imitating Sakura's movements of wielding the ice blade and clashing with Gamabunta during the Chunin Exams.
"And that move, the Cold Frost Ice Funeral, I didn't remember the name wrong, right? Boom~! In an instant, the whole ground was turned into ice, and then swish, swish, swish, countless weapons popped out, and the enemy was stabbed until blood poured out of all seven orifices!"
Sakura stood to the side, her eyes wide. This was the first time she had discovered that they had gained fans after the Chunin Exams.
And a hardcore fan at that. The kind that would scream and faint upon seeing their idol.
She felt her embarrassment cancer suddenly flare up, and she was about to die. There were too many things to complain about, she didn't know what to say—
Sakura Snow Princess? What the hell kind of nickname is that? Could you be any more chuunibyou? And uncle, can you lower your voice? How can you say such embarrassing words so loudly, the whole world can hear you! And if you have no athletic cells, then please don't imitate my movements, okay? Were my movements that stupid and ugly at that time? And those onomatopoeias, uncle, are you just enjoying yourself in front of everyone? Don't look so ecstatic!
Shadow clones will only disappear when they are stabbed, they won't bleed, my good man... Sakura cried a river of tears inwardly... And do you even know which seven orifices are the seven orifices? Naruto, you died so tragically!
Really, she would rather run out naked right now than have this fat man continue his performance here. The attention of the entire hall was drawn to him now. Sakura felt as if everyone was looking at them!
Sakura turned her head to look. Sasuke also had a dark expression on his face, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Then she looked towards Naruto—Naruto had an excited look on his face. He pulled the fat man and asked, "What about me, what about me! I was super strong too!"
"...I knew it!" she rolled her eyes.
And the fat uncle was also super excited as he shook Naruto's hand—the two chuunibyou patients were really on the same wavelength.
"Haha, Uzumaki Naruto, of course I remember, of course I remember, that super big toad!" he puffed up his cheeks, imitating Gamabunta's Gunshot ninjutsu. "Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey," he sprayed saliva. "Just like that, spraying a super big water ball! Even the Snow Princess couldn't stop it! Boom, boom, boom! It just shattered the ice surface!"
He then imitated Gamabunta's swordsmanship, half-squatting and holding his hand虚 at his waist, as if there really was a sword there. "And that sword-drawing slash, look at me, look at me, does this move look right? And then swish~! Swish~! Wow, one slash down! A slash that beheads gods, demons, and everything, it even shattered space!"
Sakura was dumbfounded, her mouth agape, her expression frozen. She was speechless. Shattered space? Is this a fantasy script? Uncle, your imagination is really rich! She really had no strength to complain anymore.
Secretly wiping away a bead of sweat, Sakura turned her head and said quietly to Sasuke, "This mission... are we still taking it?"
Sasuke gritted his teeth, cold sweat on his forehead. This unreliable client had made even a B-rank mission lose its appeal. The two voices of "take it" and "don't take it" were fighting a crazy battle in his mind. At this point, it had already escalated to nuclear weapons versus a Ten-Tails Tailed Beast Bomb.
Just as he was hesitating, the chubby client had already let go of Naruto's hand and walked up to him, enthusiastically shaking his hand—in this instant, the conflict on Sasuke's face turned into a pale horror.
"Wow! I'm so lucky today, to be able to see the coolest little prince of the cold face, the black-haired, red-eyed warrior, Biri Biri!" His tone became more and more excited and exaggerated, just like those fangirls seeing their beloved oppa for the first time.
"I remember that Raikiri move the most, wow, so cool, aaaaaah! Pour all my energy into my right hand, pierce through everything—Biri Biri! Chidori! Go!" The fat uncle squeezed his right arm tightly and howled at the sky.
Sasuke—the little prince of the cold face, the black-haired, red-eyed warrior, Biri Biri—was deathly pale.
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