This ninja in Naruto is unscientific

Chapter 402 8th Generation: You can tolerate this?

Konoha Science Research Institute.

Uchiha Hachimoku, dressed in casual clothes, wandered around the hall like a headless fly, clutching a crumpled training notice in his hand.

"That's strange, doesn't Director Orochimaru usually have his office in this building?"

Yashiro scratched his head and looked around.

Today was his first day reporting for duty, and he was already somewhat intimidated by Orochimaru. But he couldn't even find a trace of him, which made him even more anxious.

"Forget it, I'll just ask anyone."

As Yashiro's gaze swept across the room, he saw a figure wearing a white coat and sporting red hair walking out of the corridor not far away.

"Hey! You, the one with the red hair, yes, that's you!"

Yashiro strode forward and patted the man on the shoulder. "Excuse me, which lab is Director Orochimaru in right now?"

The person who was patted on the shoulder paused slightly and slowly turned their head.

When they finally saw the other person's handsome face, which was filled with a deathly pallor, they realized it was the Konoha researcher who had shone brightly in the Chunin Exams.

Scorpion looked at the man in front of him, whose face he would recognize even if he were ashes, even if he wasn't wearing a uniform.

The atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point.

"It's you." Scorpion's voice was cold.

"Well……"

Yashiro awkwardly withdrew his hand, and the image of how he had used his Lightning Release baton at maximum power in the shopping district to shock the genius puppeteer in front of him until he was foaming at the mouth and convulsing immediately flashed through his mind.

"What do you want to do?" Sasori stared coldly at Yashiro, his body muscles tense.

Seeing Sasori's alarmed expression, Yashiro raised an eyebrow slightly.

Although he was off duty today and not in uniform, as the head of the Criminal Investigation Division of the Police Department, his ingrained crime radar instantly went off.

He sized Scorpion up and down, his eyes sharpening, and his tone unconsciously taking on an interrogative quality: "Why are you so nervous? Did you do something illegal or disorderly? Let me tell you, don't think you can do whatever you want in Konoha just because you're from the research institute."

Just when Yashiro thought this guy might be hiding some criminal facts.

Scorpion suddenly took half a step back, crossed his arms, assumed a defensive stance, and shouted:

"I'm warning you, I haven't been littering lately! Yesterday I even sorted all the discarded parts in the lab and put them in the non-recyclable bins, so you have no reason to shock me again!"

"..."

Yashiro was stunned for a few seconds before he realized what Sasori was saying.

He couldn't help but laugh as he watched this ruthless man, who had used puppets to make the Cloud Village Jinchuriki question his existence on the arena, now reflexively using garbage sorting as a talisman to protect himself.

"Hahaha! You little rascal, you're quite the vengeful one!"

Yashiro's smile instantly dissipated most of the tense atmosphere.

He waved his hand to indicate that he meant no harm.

"Don't worry, I'm off today and didn't bring my baton. Besides, as long as you follow the law, why would I bother to shock you?"

"Our police department is a reasonable place. We won't cause you any trouble if you haven't broken the law."

Speaking of this, Yashiro recalled the 5,000-word self-criticism that had been sent to him before.

The handwriting was flamboyant and unrestrained, filled with resentment and bitterness. The last paragraph, in particular, was a lengthy discussion of the dialectical relationship between the eternity of art and the randomness of garbage sorting.

Thinking of this, Yashiro's smile, which had just subsided, surged up again.

He slapped his thigh, laughing so hard his shoulders were shaking: "Hahaha! But seriously, your five-thousand-word self-criticism was really well written. Especially that line, 'Returning discarded bamboo sticks to nature is the puppeteer's deepest artistic confession to Mother Earth'... Oh my, I can't take it anymore, even Captain Fugaku couldn't hold back when he read it in the police department office!"

If looks could kill, Yashiro would already be a corpse in Sasori's eyes at this moment.

He said coldly, "Have you laughed enough? What are you here for?"

Interrupted by Sasori, Yashiro finally remembered the important matter at hand.

He stopped smiling and waved the notice in his hand with a hint of helplessness: "I'm here to see Dean Orochimaru. I need his help with some personal matters. Do you know where he is right now?"

Sasori glanced at the list in Yashiro's hand, then at his dark eyes, and seemed to have guessed something.

He knew, of course, that Orochimaru was currently researching eye drops for the Sharingan, and that this research required "guinea pigs" from the Uchiha clan, but he didn't know the specific experimental details or principles.

"I see, you're here to volunteer."

A barely perceptible smile curved the corners of Scorpion's lips. He lowered his hand, turned, and walked deeper into the corridor.

"Come with me. The director isn't upstairs right now; he's in the top-secret laboratory on the ground floor."

Seeing that Sasori was willing to lead the way, Yashiro quickly followed, thinking to himself, "Although this kid's attitude is bad, he's easier to talk to than I expected. It seems he's changed his ways and integrated into the village."

The two took the elevator down.

As the floors get lower, the temperature in the air gradually decreases.

As Yashiro followed behind Sasori, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine as he looked at the steel gates around him, which were covered with complex sealing techniques.

"Why does this place... feel so eerie?" Yashiro swallowed hard, trying to find a topic to ease the tension.

"Does Dean Orochimaru usually conduct research in places like this? Does he really experiment on living people?"

Scorpion didn't even turn his head, his voice coming softly: "What, scared? Elite Jonin of the Uchiha clan, are you afraid of being sliced ​​to pieces?"

"Who...who's scared! I volunteered to cooperate with the research for the glory of the Uchiha!" Yashiro retorted stubbornly.

He paused, looking at Sasori's back, and suddenly remembered the Chunin Exams. He couldn't help but move closer out of curiosity.

"Hey, Scorpion, you set up so many puppets with tubes on the stage, and the electromagnetic cannon was firing wildly. It looked pretty impressive."

Yashiro made a firing gesture, his tone tinged with pride: "However, judging from your power, it's still a bit lacking compared to the electromagnetic cannons our police department used at the beginning."

"That's called a miniature high-frequency chakra electromagnetic pulse transmitter. It's a miniaturized improvement I made specifically to enhance the puppet's mobility."

Scorpion's tone was filled with undisguised contempt: "Those big, clumsy pipes from your police department are only powerful and incredibly heavy; they're not elegant at all. Only you brutes who only know muscles and brute force would think they're that powerful."

"Hey! You dare look down on our police department's equipment?!" Yashiro immediately retorted, "That's called suppressive fire! One shot, and all that fancy art will turn to dust!"

"Vulgar." Sasori coldly uttered two words, ignoring Uchiha Hachiho.

"Ding~"

The elevator doors opened, and the two found themselves in an extremely dark corridor.

At the end of the corridor is a heavy explosion-proof isolation door.

Scorpion walked to the door. Only the dean and vice dean had the authority to enter and leave this place. Even the "senior" Hiruko did not have the right to enter and leave.

So he didn't have the authority and could only ring the doorbell.

After a while, the small screen above the isolation door lit up, and a young girl's voice came through.

"Who is it? Didn't you see the sign saying 'No Disturbance, This is a Restricted Experiment Area'? The teacher is busy!"

"It's me, Scorpion."

"Oh, it's Brother Red Hair. Wait a minute, I'll go ask the teacher."

"I told you not to call me 'Red-haired Brother'!"

A vein bulged on Scorpion's forehead, but he took a deep breath and forced himself not to lash out.

Hongdou was a quiet little girl for the first few days after she arrived, but her true nature has been revealed in just a few days. The director really spoils her too much.

Yashiro watched from behind, dumbfounded.

"Who is this little girl? How dare she call you that? And... how could there be a little girl's voice in Orochimaru's top-secret laboratory?!"

"Orochimaru's newly accepted disciple, Mitarashi Anko," Sasori spat out through gritted teeth.

"A spoiled brat."

"Aren't you going to beat her up?" Yashiro asked, his question probing the very soul of the matter.

"..."

Scorpion paused for a moment, then said, "My budget still needs the dean's approval."