“Whoosh!” “Whoosh!” “Whoosh!”
The defensive forces stationed around Konohagakure might as well not have existed as far as Evan Whitaker and Otsutsuki Kaguya were concerned.
With their spatial abilities, slipping in and out unnoticed was effortless.
Unfortunately, both of them had forgotten one thing.
The barrier covering the entirety of Konoha.
Black Zetsu had remembered, but he hadn’t gotten the chance to warn them.
And so, Evan and Kaguya found themselves surrounded by dozens of wary shinobi, layer upon layer hemming them in from every direction.
“Woooooo—!” At the same time, the village alarm began to howl.
The previously relaxed atmosphere of Konoha instantly became tense.
Yet there was no panic.
Everything proceeded in an orderly fashion.
Civilians immediately began evacuating on their own initiative, while shinobi rapidly converged on the source of the alarm.
Having survived three Shinobi World Wars and still remained foremost among the Five Great Shinobi Villages, Konoha’s ability to handle crises was anything but ordinary.
“Don’t attack yet.” Evan gave Kaguya a quick warning.
If Kaguya actually started fighting, the prosperous village before them would become a pile of ruins in three seconds flat.
That was the destructive power of the Rabbit Goddess, the progenitor of chakra.
He was here to look for ingredients, not wreck the place.
Besides, every person in front of him was a potential customer.
“All right.”
Kaguya’s answer was as concise as ever.
The Rabbit Goddess apparently wasn’t much of a talker.
“Who are you? Why have you forced your way into Konoha?”
Several jonin who had arrived at the village entrance ahead of the others stepped forward, watching Evan and Kaguya with guarded expressions.
Most of their attention was focused on Kaguya.
For one thing, her appearance was far too distinctive.
Both her Byakugan and the eye on her forehead that resembled a Sharingan immediately set every Konoha shinobi on edge.
“We’re from the Dimensional Restaurant. We’ve come to Konoha solely to acquire ingredients. We have no other intentions.”
Evan explained with a friendly smile.
The jonin exchanged glances.
Anger and bewilderment were written plainly in their eyes.
Did these two think they looked stupid?
If they were going to lie, couldn’t they at least come up with something remotely believable?
“And which faction does this… Dimensional Restaurant belong to?”
Hatake Kakashi, who had just arrived at the village entrance, walked to the front of the crowd and fixed Evan with a steady gaze.
“We’re an organization from another world.” Evan’s expression didn’t change in the slightest.
He’d given this explanation more than once by now.
“In that case, we’ll have to invite the two of you to stay in Konoha for a while.”
Kakashi raised a hand, signaling the surrounding shinobi to take them into custody.
The moment the order was given, the entire group practically leaped at the chance.
Maybe Evan’s intelligence-insulting excuse had genuinely pissed them off, because every one of them looked unusually eager to beat some sense into him.
Apparently, not once had he managed to convince anyone of the Dimensional Restaurant’s existence through words alone.
“Don’t kill them. Just make sure they can’t move.”
Evan covered his face with one hand, too embarrassed to watch, and waved for Kaguya to handle it.
Truthfully, he would have preferred to simply shove the relevant information directly into their heads.
Unfortunately, there were far too many people here.
Flicking information into their minds one person at a time would be exhausting, and, more importantly, would look incredibly stupid.
No. This needs fixing when I get back.
When eloquence fails, let the System pick up the slack.
“Very well.” Kaguya attacked without another word.
After being stared at like some exotic zoo exhibit for so long, the progenitor of the shinobi world had already accumulated quite a bit of irritation herself.
She unleashed a wide area genjutsu.
That was it.
Not a single person present even managed a token attempt at resistance before they all hit the ground.
Evan stared wordlessly at the hundreds of people now sprawled across the earth, snoring away.
A powerhouse really was a powerhouse.
Now that was efficiency.
“Come on. Let’s head inside.” Evan took the lead and started walking into Konoha.
“Once we’re farther into the village, use another large scale genjutsu and put everyone else to sleep too.”
“The genjutsu I just used already included everyone inside the village,” Kaguya said expressionlessly.
…
Fine.
Sure.
Why not?
What else could you even say to someone capable of putting the entire world to sleep with a single genjutsu?
At that point, all you could do was call her ridiculously OP and move on.
The two of them walked straight through Konoha.
Along the way, Evan marveled at the incredible variety of sleeping positions around him.
One man had fallen face first into a bowl while still biting down on a piece of grilled meat.
Five people had collapsed into a heap together.
Two others were somehow sleeping upright with their faces pressed against each other.
And then there was one poor bastard sleeping peacefully with a kunai sticking out of his ass…
Evan clicked his tongue sympathetically.
Brother, I sincerely hope you don’t bleed out and go meet the Sage of Six Paths.
About a minute later, the group arrived in front of a shabby two story apartment building.
Evan looked up at the blond kid in a yellow tracksuit draped over the second floor balcony railing like laundry hung out to dry, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
Come to think of it, back when he’d watched Naruto, he’d always shouted “Rasengan!” along with Naruto whenever the kid fired off his signature move. The source of this chapter is g.com.
Thinking about it now was strangely nostalgic.
“Pull the Nine-Tails out of that kid.”
Leave professional work to the professionals.
Evan naturally handed the job over to Kaguya.
“Oh, right. Don’t let him die.”
He’d just remembered that a jinchuriki normally died after having their tailed beast extracted, so he quickly added the warning.
Kaguya nodded coolly.
Yang Release could keep him alive.
Problem solved.
She floated up to the second floor balcony and flipped Uzumaki Naruto over from where he lay folded across the railing like a blanket left out to air.
Kaguya curled the fingers of her right hand into a claw and pressed them over his navel.
Her fingers closed as though gripping something invisible.
Then she pulled.
A mass of orange red chakra saturated with malice was forcibly ripped from Naruto’s body and hurled into the sky.
The chakra rapidly took shape, transforming into a gigantic nine-tailed fox the size of a small mountain.
The Nine-Tails bared its fangs, snarling as it prepared to unleash a vicious roar—
A massive Dimensional Door suddenly descended from the sky and swallowed it whole.
All that remained were a few lonely bubbles of orange chakra drifting through the air, as though they’d suddenly lost their way home.
“Nicely done.” Evan looked at Kaguya as she floated back to his side.
“That’s one thing taken care of. Now for the other.”
There was naturally a reason Evan had chosen Konoha as their first stop.
It had to do with recruiting employees.
Once you’d opened one store, sooner or later you’d start thinking about opening a second.
For Evan, however, the issue wasn’t whether he had enough money to open another branch.
What he needed to know was whether the income generated by a branch restaurant would count toward the System’s money making missions.
So he planned to open one and test it.
Originally, he’d intended to establish the first branch in the Marvel world.
But now that he was already in the Naruto world, experimenting here worked just as well.
Evan entered the Hokage Building and found Sarutobi Hiruzen collapsed face first in a pool of ink.
Naturally, Evan’s first reaction was to pull out his phone and take a picture.
Only after preserving the precious moment for posterity did he turn toward Kaguya.
“Release him from the genjutsu.”
Kaguya nodded yet again.
The eye on her forehead shifted.
The old monkey immediately jolted awake as though he’d just escaped from a nightmare.
Streams of black liquid ran down his face.
Whether it was ink, cold sweat, or cold sweat mixed with ink was anyone’s guess.
Evan watched the bewildered, alarmed Hiruzen for a moment before strolling over to the desk with a cheerful smile.
He planted one hand on the desktop and leaned forward, the corners of his lips curling into the warmest, most courteous smile imaginable.
“Yo, old monkey. How’ve you been?”