Chapter 28: Getting to Know the Wonders of Science
After the conflict with Gaara, Kizaru returned home.
Once home, Kizaru prepared to reflect on the gains from his trip to the Land of Waves.
The battle with Zabuza was unremarkable, basically relying entirely on his powerful Devil Fruit ability and combat experience matching that ability, and of course, also benefiting from the fox inside him not causing trouble, allowing him to use a large amount of his Devil Fruit ability.
The only gain, if it could be called that, was a new understanding of the Ninja's elusive combat methods.
Although different from Devil Fruit abilities and vastly different from Haki, there were still traces to follow; once he got used to it, fighting wouldn't be so troublesome.
In fact, as long as one's strength is sufficient, no matter how mysterious or bizarre the enemy's methods, I will break them with my powerful strength!
Although there wasn't much to say about the battle, the unexpected incident on the way back surprised him immensely.
He had always held great respect for the top scientist Vegapunk; otherwise, he wouldn't have provided his Devil Fruit ability for the research of the Pacifista.
It was just that he lacked relevant scientific knowledge.
However, the experience of having kubikiribōchōspin around his neck to take flight made him realize one thing: the scientific parts of the memories he had gained from the culprit were actually real!
Doesn't that mean that the airplanes, tanks, cannons, and even... nuclear bombs! stored in that guy's mind were all real?!
This was quite interesting.
However, currently, it was only confirmed that the theory of lower pressure in areas of higher flow velocity was correct.
Other things had not yet been verified.
Now, he could use some small experiments to verify whether the theories within were truly real, or if it was just a coincidence and everything else was nonsense.
Kizaru's eyes brightened; he rolled up his sleeves, full of motivation... The power of science, let me, Kizaru, tear away your veil, strip off your clothes, and witness your mystery and charm!
...And so, over the next two days, various strange noises occasionally emanated from the house where Kizaru, or rather, Naruto, lived.
There were gurgling sounds of bubbles, strange popping sounds, and sizzling electrical noises... Finally...
One day later...
With a loud bang, thick black smoke billowed up... "Cough, cough, cough..." Kizaru walked out of the house, his face completely blackened, his yellow hair disheveled and tinged with the color of smoke and fire, occasionally spitting out plumes of thick smoke.
"I never thought, truly never thought..." Kizaru's face first showed extreme bad luck, then was filled with surprise, even shock, as he muttered to himself, "This is only about ten grams of TNT, yet it has such great power! Then... how terrifying would the power of nuclear bombs, often tens of thousands, even millions, or tens of millions of tons of TNT equivalent, be?"
Kizaru was truly frightened by the power of science.
After a day of experimentation, Kizaru confirmed that most of the scientific knowledge in those jumbled memories in his mind was actually real!
If that were truly the case... one day, he would have to make a few nuclear bombs to play with... The power would definitely be thrilling... Thinking of this, Kizaru smiled, his expression quite lewd.
Kizaru turned and returned to his room, then began to clean up the mess caused by his small experiments.
Then he changed into a clean set of clothes.
However... what left Kizaru quite speechless was that although there were many clothes in the entire wardrobe, they were all of the exact same style!
Although these orange-yellow clothes represented positivity and optimism, didn't that guy ever get tired of wearing them?
He could hardly imagine how optimistic the original owner of the body's personality truly was!
Indeed, from the fragmented memories he had acquired, it was clear that this guy was a born optimist.
From childhood, the way the people in the Villagetreated him did not incite rebellion in him; he merely felt lost, yet still loved the Villagewholeheartedly.
If this had happened to him, Kizaru, he would have long made the destruction of Konoha Village his most important lifelong pursuit.
Never mind the original owner's peculiar thought process.
Kizaru found what he needed to do now.
That was to find a tailor shop and order a custom-made yellow and white striped suit.
With his orange sunglasses and such a suit, he, Kizaru, would feel comfortable.
Acting on his thoughts, Kizaru quickly ran towards the tailor shop, holding the clothing design drawing he had sketched.
Actually, it wasn't a design; he had just drawn the style of the yellow and white striped suit he remembered.
Thanks to the recent period where he had started performing some C-rank missions in the Village, some people in the Village had already begun to change their perception of him.
While not intimate, it was no longer the previous state of deep-seated hatred, wishing to eliminate him!
This was normal; who would want to be disliked everywhere?
...Inside the tailor shop.
"Are you sure you want to make clothes according to this design?"
Kizaru looked at the image he had drawn again; there was no difference from his memory, it was indeed the style he was accustomed to and liked.
"No problem, just follow this style!"
The boss glanced disdainfully at the little guy in front of him: This little runt, quite a big mouth, "just follow this style." Truly, a horse doesn't know its own face length!
Then, with an impatient tone, he said, "One hundred thousand ryo!"
"How much?!" Kizaru could hardly believe his ears!
"One hundred thousand ryo!" The boss spoke again, coldly.
One hundred thousand ryo???
At 80 ryo a bowl, that could buy 1250 bowls of premium ramen!
This must be a profiteer!
Seeing Kizaru's gaze, full of accusation that he was a profiteer, the boss became displeased, "Don't look at me like that, I'm not the kind of person you think I am!"
Kizaru: "What I'm thinking isn't what you're thinking."
The boss glared at Kizaru, and Kizaru glared back; they seemed to be competing to see whose eyes were bigger!
After a long time, the boss gave in, saying helplessly, "It's not that I want to swindle your money, but for a style never seen before like this, it's just how it is. Just the process of trial and error will waste who knows how many materials, and you specifically requested the best materials."
Kizaru immediately didn't want to continue talking to this boss; he wanted to try another shop.
The boss seemed to have already seen through Kizaru's plan, "It's no use going anywhere else; in the entire Konoha Village, there's no tailor shop that charges less than mine."
Kizaru looked at the familiar yellow and white striped suit in the drawing, his heart full of reluctance, and then thought of the high price of one hundred thousand, feeling even more pained.
He gritted his teeth for a long time, still unable to give up the temptation of the yellow and white striped suit.
At this moment, his face was contorted with internal struggle, full of wrinkles from his own doing. Finally, with a deeply troubled expression, he said, "I'll buy it!"