This ninja in Naruto is unscientific

Chapter 113 Nishikawa Tetsuya, dead.

The Konoha Science Research Institute is now operating smoothly.

Orochimaru and Nishikawa Tetsu assigned research topics and directions to everyone, and the researchers had a very fulfilling day.

As the vice dean, Nishikawa Tetsu finally had some rare leisure time after successfully mass-producing the electromagnetic gun.

However, before he could finish his leisurely afternoon tea, he was stopped at the office door by Uchiha Fugaku, who should have been handling official business at the time.

"Senior? Is the police department going bankrupt again?" Nishikawa Tetsu asked tentatively, holding his teacup.

"We're not bankrupt; we have more money than we can spend."

Fugaku, expressionless, waved his hand and grabbed Nishikawa Tetsu by the collar, dragging him outside without a word.

"That experiment should continue."

……

Police Department, underground interrogation room.

It's dark, damp, and extremely soundproof, making it an ideal place for secret interrogations.

Through the one-way glass, you can see the dark and secluded corridor outside.

But today, there are no prisoners here, only two people with ulterior motives... cough, people with noble intentions.

"Senior, are you sure you want to do this?"

Nishikawa Tetsu held a notebook with the title "Twilight of the Police Department" on the cover, looking at Uchiha Fugaku who was warming up in front of him.

"Last time made him wary."

Fugaku took a deep breath, cracked his neck, and it made a series of crisp sounds. He wasn't wearing his police uniform today; instead, he was dressed in black night clothes, and his face was covered with a black cloth, revealing only his Sharingan eyes—he looked every bit the professional assassin.

"This time, I'm going to pull him directly into the illusion space I've prepared for him when he's most relaxed."

Fugaku took the script from Nishikawa Tetsu, glanced at it briefly, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

"The script is good, Che, you have a real talent for screenwriting."

"Oh, really not," Nishikawa Tetsu smiled modestly and continued, "Are you really not going to give us any advance notice? What if Yashiro-senpai has a strong stress reaction..."

"We need to put him under stress!"

Fugaku's eyes sharpened.

"Only in truly desperate situations can a person's potential be unleashed. I've checked; Yashiro is on night shift today and will be passing through that corridor in ten minutes. Tetsu, is the barrier ready?"

"Ready, completely isolated from external perception." Nishikawa Tetsu gave a no-questions-asked gesture.

"very good."

Fugaku pulled the black cloth over his head, instantly disappearing into the darkness, leaving only a whispered message:

"Operation begins."

……

Ten minutes later.

Uchiha Hachimoku yawned, carrying a patrol lantern in his hand, and slowly walked down the underground corridor of the police department.

As the head of the criminal investigation department, he hasn't encountered any worthy opponents recently.

"Ugh, so boring!"

Yashiro sighed, his footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

A wall lamp in front of us seemed to have a bad connection, emitting a "buzzing" electrical sound, and its light flickered twice.

He subconsciously looked up at the lamp.

In that very instant.

There was no sense of chakra impact, nor any alarm of enemy attack.

His pupils dilated slightly for a moment, then returned to normal.

"It's time to send someone to fix the light."

Yashiro muttered something and continued walking forward.

However, he did not realize that the path beneath his feet was no longer leading to the lounge, but to an abyss.

The surrounding air seemed to have taken on a slightly burnt smell.

"Um?"

Yashiro stopped and twitched his nose.

"Why does it smell of smoke?"

He strode forward and turned a corner.

What should have been the police department's archives is now a pile of ruins!

Broken walls and ruins, flames soaring into the sky.

"What...what's going on?!"

Yatsushiro was shocked and dropped the lantern in his hand.

"Enemy attack?! Why was there no alarm?!"

He drew his ninja sword and rushed into the ruins like a madman.

That's so true.

The burning sensation of flames, the stinging pain of smoke entering the lungs, and the nauseating smell of blood.

"Help... Captain..."

A hand reached out from under the rubble.

That was his second-in-command, his face covered in blood, a black rod stuck in his chest.

"Hold on!" Yashiro rushed over to try to save the person, but his deputy's hand fell limply the moment he touched it.

"Who did it?! Who did it?!"

Yashiro roared to the sky, his eyes instantly activating the three-tomoe technique.

"Heh heh heh... Is that all? The elite of the Uchiha clan."

A chilling voice came from the depths of the sea of ​​fire.

The eighth generation suddenly looked up.

Danzo Shimura stood on a high place, followed by countless Root ninjas.

Danzo was toying with an extravagantly designed weapon—a golden electromagnetic cannon, made entirely of pure gold, which was blindingly bright in the firelight.

"Danzo?!"

Yashiro gritted his teeth, "How dare you attack the police department?!"

"Attack? No, this is a reception."

Danzo sneered and raised the golden electromagnetic cannon.

"Thank you for creating this weapon. Now, it belongs to me."

With that, Danzo casually waved his hand.

Several Root ninjas dragged a person up.

That's Nishikawa Tetsu.

The boy was covered in injuries and pinned to the ground, but his eyes remained defiant.

"Che!" Yashiro's heart clenched.

"Let him go!"

"open?"

Danzo grinned maliciously and pointed the golden muzzle at Nishikawa Tetsu's head.

"Let's see if you can save him from this electromagnetic cannon."

"Buzz—"

The beeping sound of charging began; it was the countdown to death.

Yashiro's mind went completely blank.

Reason told him that this scene was too absurd; how could the police department's defenses collapse so easily?

But that sense of despair was so real.

If he doesn't shoot, Che will die.

If no solution is found, the glory of the Uchiha clan and the future of the police department will end here.

Yashiro gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, veins bulging at the corners of his eyes, tears of blood streaming down his face.

"I absolutely will not allow... I absolutely will not allow this to happen!"

"Get moving!!!"

boom!

In a real monitoring room.

"Chakra fluctuations have exceeded the critical threshold!" Che reported loudly, "His body in the real world has begun to unconsciously release chakra!"

Through the one-way glass, you can see that the Eighth Generation is standing in the corridor, trembling all over, with his eyes closed and two lines of bloody tears that are shocking to see. The ground around him is cracked because of the burst of his chakra.

"The peak has been reached!"

Nishikawa Tetsu stared intently at the red line on the screen.

The red line is climbing wildly, repeatedly hitting the threshold known as the "kaleidoscope".

Fugaku, lurking in the shadows, guided that power through illusion.

"Break through it! Eighth generation!"

however.

The moment that force touched the ceiling, it deflated like a punctured balloon. No matter how firm Yashiro's will was, no matter how furiously he swung his sword in the illusion, that door remained tightly shut.

"drop--"

The instrument emitted a long beep, and the red line began to plummet.

"...It failed."

Nishikawa Tetsu put down the recorder, a hint of regret in his voice.

"Stop, senpai. If this continues, senpai's brain will suffer irreversible damage."

"But hope hasn't been given yet..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fugaku sighed and dispelled the illusion. After all, people were the most important thing.

In the corridor.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

Yashiro suddenly opened his eyes, his body went limp, and he knelt on one knee, greedily inhaling the air.

The illusion vanished.

There was no sea of ​​fire, no Danzo, and no dazzling golden spear.

There was only a dimly lit but peaceful corridor, and a wall lamp that was still crackling.

"Illusion... illusion magic?"

Yashiro touched his face; it was covered in cold sweat and blood.

At that moment, the door to the secret room opened, and Fugaku and Nishikawa Tetsu walked out.

"Team...Captain?"

Yashiro looked at the three unharmed people, and finally his gaze fell on Nishikawa Tetsu. He let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground.

"Thank goodness...you're not dead..."

"No, you brat, you should just die!"

Fugaku stepped forward, handed him a towel, and looked at him with a complicated expression.

"Sorry, Yashiro. This is a test."

Yashiro took the towel, wiped his face, and gave a wry smile.

"I knew it..."

He didn't blame Fugaku, but just touched his eyes with a hint of sadness.

"Is it... still not working?"

Nishikawa Tetsu walked over with a flashlight and checked Yashiro's pupils.

Based on the data from the instrument, he concluded: "His pupil power has indeed reached the pinnacle of the three-tomoe realm, even undergoing a qualitative change, making it stronger than ordinary three-tomoe realms, but..."

"Senior, your hardware configuration does not support system upgrades to higher versions."

"This is a limitation of talent, not of willpower."

Yashiro was silent for a moment. Although he didn't understand what hardware upgrades were, he understood the concept of talent limitations. Then he smiled with relief.

"It just means I wasn't destined for it."

He struggled to his feet and dusted himself off.

"However, I still felt good about being able to make that cut in the illusion."

"That old bastard Danzo, I cleaved him in two, that was so damn satisfying."

Fugaku looked at his subordinate, a hint of apology flashing in his eyes.

"Thank you for your hard work tonight. As compensation, I'll treat you to barbecue."

Fugaku waved his hand dismissively: "Tetsu, the bill's on you."

"Hey! Why me?!" Nishikawa Tetsu protested. "I wrote the script, but you were the one who cast the illusion, senpai!"

"Because that golden electromagnetic cannon was designed by you." Yashiro and Fugaku said in unison, clearly still bothered by that aesthetic.

"That's gold! That's luxury!"

"Ugly is ugly!"

The three of them walked noisily toward the exit.