This puppeteer is a bit... well...

Chapter 71 Extreme Evil Squadron

Obito was wearing a raincoat, but in order to stop Ryuji in time, he rushed out without even putting on a rain hat.

The torrential rain instantly soaked the boy's body, his hair clinging tightly to his forehead.

But his gaze was very resolute.

Long Er frowned slightly, then relaxed. "Is there something you need?"

"You were the one who did this, weren't you!"

"Taking soil" refers to the situation where the stool tipped over, causing one to fall.

Long Er understood and chuckled softly, "What? You're allowed to use force, but others aren't allowed to fight back?"

"no!"

Obito loudly denied it, then explained, "You attacked me from behind. I was careless and didn't dodge. Let's start over."

"Obito!"

Rin shouted worriedly, and when she saw Obito looking over, she quickly said, "Stop fooling around, we still have to carry out the task of unclogging the sewers later."

"It's alright, Xiaolin."

Obito was overjoyed that the girl he secretly loved cared about him, and a silly grin spread across his face.

But he didn't forget his main purpose: to challenge the man in front of him and prove himself.

Obito wasn't trying to prove himself right because he was refuted when he said "genin doing menial tasks is a waste of time".

In fact, he knew that this statement was wrong.

Although he genuinely didn't know what use chores were to genin besides earning some pocket money, the fact that Konoha had maintained this system for so many years meant that it did indeed have a purpose he was unaware of.

He said that simply to complain.

Although Obito was clumsy and the worst student in his class, his dream of becoming Hokage was unwavering.

In his imagination, once he officially became a ninja, it would be his time to show his skills, surpass Kakashi with his outstanding performance, rise all the way to Jonin, and finally wear the Hokage's hat under the spotlight.

However, reality is completely different from the ideal.

There were no missions to fight the enemy. For a month, he did odd jobs all day long. Although he could show off his skills by relying on his status as a friendly neighbor of Konoha and a friend of the old lady, and always complete missions with record-breaking performances, he did not feel any sense of accomplishment, nor did he receive the attention he had imagined.

That's why he complained that chores were completely useless for genin.

Of course, Obito's desire to challenge Ryuji wasn't because of Ryuji's attitude... Well, I have to admit, he was indeed provoked when he initially attacked in anger.

But I've calmed down now.

The reason I still want to challenge him is because Kakashi said he is very strong, even stronger than Minato.

Although he had never seen Minato-sensei fight, he naturally assumed that the teacher, who always wore a friendly smile, couldn't be that strong, but he was still a Jonin.

If I can defeat an outlying ninja who is stronger than my Jonin teacher, does that mean I have grown to be stronger than Minato-sensei?

In that case, the Hokage would have no reason to keep assigning me chores!

No, no, no, it's not just that.

If I could defeat a Jonin from another village, I would gain a lot of prestige!

Although he didn't understand what the title of leader of the puppet army meant in Sunagakure, it wasn't hard to tell from Kakashi's tone that it was a very important and high-ranking position.

If I can defeat him, I will definitely become a rising star in the public eye, and it will be easier for me to become Hokage.

Why not do something that kills two birds with one stone?

This plan is absolutely perfect!

Looking back on the plan, Obito gave himself a thumbs up for his brilliance.

(Hmph, Kakashi always calls me an idiot. Can an idiot come up with such a wise decision in such a short time?)

Once I succeed in this challenge and become the rising star everyone admires, I'll definitely show off to him!

Everyone was speechless as they looked at the boy, who was grinning foolishly and clearly lost in some kind of fantasy.

Kakashi rolled his eyes and uttered the classic "idiot."

Ryuji turned to look at Minato and asked, "What do you say?"

"Ugh!"

Minato sighed deeply and said, "It's good for him to see the outside world. Please, Ayaki-kun, have mercy on him."

"Understood."

Long Er nodded, turned to look at the boy who was still lost in his fantasy, and said, "You dare to challenge me? Your courage is commendable. But if you accept challenges from just anyone, then all sorts of Tom, Dick, and Harry will come knocking on your door in the future."

"Huh! What did you say?"

Obito, coming to his senses, was completely bewildered. He hadn't heard a word Ryuji said. If it weren't for his personality, everyone would have thought he was deliberately provoking him.

Ryuji narrowed his eyes, a dangerous smile spreading across his face. "I designed and made a toy before I even entered the Ninja Academy. You can beat him before you fight me."

As he spoke, Ryuji took out a scroll and pulled out a doll toy from it.

It was a tiny figure, about the size of an adult's middle finger, entirely green, dressed in a field military uniform, holding a small M17 assault rifle, and with grenades hanging from its waist.

"What, what is this!?"

Obito was a little confused, but then he was furious. "You want me to fight this little brat? Are you insulting me?"

"Obito, don't underestimate that thing."

Minato stared at the tiny figure with a serious expression and reminded him, "Kimi-kun is a puppeteer, and puppets are his weapons. Never judge someone's strength based on the size of their puppets."

"Is that so?"

"That's right!"

As Ryuji wound up the back of the doll, he said, "This is the Extreme Evil Squadron, the first doll in my life in the true sense."

Ryuji lied before.

The Evil Squadron wasn't a puppet he designed and created; it was a reward from the system.

The prototype is the Stand Extreme Squadron from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, which was drawn by Ryuji as a doll toy as the tenth day's sign-in reward by the system.

"Let's truly understand its power!"

After winding up the clockwork, the green figure's eyes lit up with a scarlet light, staring directly at Obito.

"Target confirmed, destroy." The little man uttered a mechanical voice, raised his M17 assault rifle, aimed, and fired.

"Da da da..."

The gun muzzle spewed fire, and bullets poured out.

Before Obito could react, his face was riddled with tiny holes from the bullets, and bright red blood gushed out.

"Huh?"

Obito was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously raised his hand to touch the wound, feeling the sticky blood and the pain that followed.

"Ouch... What is this thing? It can launch projectiles! Ahhh, it hurts so much..."

"Target, destroy, continue execution."

Ignoring Obito's cries of pain, and seeing that he hadn't fallen, the little man continued to carry out orders, raising his M17 rifle and firing ruthlessly.

"Damn it, they want to come again."

Having prepared, Obito dodged the moment it raised its gun, and the bullets missed their mark, leaving a dense row of bullet holes on the ground.

The funeral arrangements on the street are finally over. I slept until 10 a.m. today, it felt so good.

(End of this chapter)