Naruto: Experience Pain, Start by Copying the Entire Shinobi World

"You...you've mistaken me for someone else?"

Mei Terumi's smile deepened. She rested her chin on one hand, leaned forward slightly, and her emerald green eyes were like a bottomless lake, almost drawing people in.

"How could that be?"

Her voice was incredibly sweet and alluring.

"A merchant with such an extraordinary bearing as you stands out in this dull Kirigakure village."

Qianxuan's heart skipped a beat.

garish?

He looked down at his coarse linen clothes, which he had bought for fifty taels from a roadside stall, and then touched his ordinary, unremarkable face.

Is this what you call having extraordinary bearing?

Sister, do you have some misunderstanding about the word "extraordinary"?

Or is it that the aesthetics of your Hidden Mist Village have become so distorted?

"You jest, young lady."

Qian Xuan picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip as a cover-up. The pungent, cheap liquor almost made him cough.

"I'm just a small-time fabric trader. This is my first time in the Land of Water. I'm completely unfamiliar with the place and its people, so I don't have any grand manners."

"A fabric merchant?"

Mei Terumi's eyes lit up, as if she had found a perfect angle.

"That's such a coincidence. I was just thinking of getting some new clothes made recently."

As she spoke, she unconsciously pulled the neckline of her long dress down slightly.

Qianxuan's gaze was uncontrollably drawn to it.

He swore he really didn't mean it.

However, the scenery before us is simply... too magnificent.

That stupid woman Tsunade, despite her ample assets, usually dresses like a conservative Sengoku period samurai. Apart from that one time when she was drunk, he never had a chance to appreciate her.

The person in front of me is much more generous.

Qianxuan felt his throat was a little dry.

My apologies, my apologies.

Tsunade, my heart for you is as clear as the sun and the moon.

I am simply examining the enemy's sugar-coated bullets with a purely critical eye.

"Young man, what kind of fabric do you think would suit me best?"

Mei Terumi's voice, as if possessing magic, pulled Chigen's wandering thoughts back.

Looking at her face, which was clearly saying "take the bait," and then at the murky wine in his own glass, Qianxuan suddenly felt a little bored.

That's too amateurish.

This tactic is so outdated.

That's it?

You think you can trick me with this?

He put down his wine glass, and the expression on his face, which had been blank and flattered just moments before, suddenly changed to a mixture of regret and professional scrutiny.

"Let's leave the fabric aside for now."

He shook his head and began to speak in a serious tone.

"Your hairstyle has a serious problem."

Mei Terumi's smile froze.

Hair... hairstyle?

Her meticulously styled hair, enough to set a trend in the village, is there a problem?

"As a professional... well, fabric and overall styling consultant."

Qian Xuan cleared his throat and instantly got into character.

"I regret to inform you that this hairstyle is the biggest flaw in your overall look."

Mei Terumi's lips began to twitch uncontrollably.

She felt her mind was struggling to keep up with the man's train of thought.

"First of all, it's too complicated."

Qianxuan pointed to the intricate cross-shaped hair bun on the top of her head.

"This hairstyle makes you look top-heavy and seriously affects the overall smoothness of your body lines."

"Secondly, it looks too old-fashioned. You clearly have a face that could charm anyone, yet you've paired it with a hairstyle that makes you look like an old-fashioned village auntie. It's a serious waste of your natural beauty, you know that?"

"The most important point,"

Qianxuan's expression turned extremely serious.

"It's not practical."

"When you walk, the muscles in your neck and shoulders unconsciously stiffen to keep your hair in place. In combat, this is deadly. It affects your reaction speed and restricts the range of motion of your head."

"Besides, such a complicated hairstyle must take a lot of time to maintain, right? With that time, you could get an extra half hour of beauty sleep."

Mei Terumi: "..."

In the entire tavern, it seemed as if only Qianxuan was speaking.

Mei Terumi just stared at him blankly, her mind completely blank.

She had imagined anything the spy might say, but she never expected him to offer such a professional, meticulous, and even… reasonable critique of her hairstyle.

What's going on with this man?

Isn't he a spy?

Shouldn't spies be taciturn and try every means to extract information?

What kind of spy starts by pointing fingers at the target's appearance?

"I suggest,"

Qianxuan completely ignored the other person's petrified expression and continued speaking.

"You should let your hair down. Or, simply tie it in a high ponytail."

"This will not only highlight the beautiful lines of your neck, making you look capable and smart, but also allow for more flexible head movements during combat. Most importantly, it saves time and effort."

After he finished speaking, he picked up his glass, drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, and then looked at Mei Terumi with a sincere expression that said, "I'm doing this for your own good."

"How was it? Wasn't my advice very professional?"

Mei Terumi stared at him for a long, long time before finally managing to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth.

"Who...are you?"

The aura emanating from her has changed.

The previous gentleness and allure vanished without a trace, replaced by a cold, powerful sense of oppression befitting an elite Jonin.

The air in the tavern instantly dropped to freezing point.

Qianxuan, however, seemed completely unaware.

He put down his glass, the bottom of which made a soft sound as it hit the table.

In that instant, the last drop of wine in the glass seemed to be scorched by an invisible high temperature, making a soft "sizzle" sound, turning into a wisp of barely perceptible white smoke, and dissipating into the air.

Mei Terumi's pupils suddenly contracted.

That is……

"I?"

Qianxuan stood up, took out a few crumpled banknotes from his pocket, and threw them on the table.

He looked down at Mei Terumi, his face reverting to that lazy, irreverent smile.

"I'm just a passing-by, enthusiastic fabric merchant."

He turned and walked towards the tavern entrance.

As he brushed past Mei Terumi, he paused and whispered something in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Just a friendly reminder, next time you use your feminine wiles, remember to get a better drink."

"This kind of inferior liquor can damage your skin."

After saying that, he didn't linger. He pushed open the tavern door, and his figure quickly disappeared into the thick white fog outside.

The tavern was deathly silent.

Mei Terumi sat there alone, motionless.

She slowly lowered her head, looking at the empty wine glass on the table, and then at her own untouched glass of wine.

She reached out her finger and gently touched the wine glass that Qianxuan had just used.

There was still a trace of unusual, scorching heat on the cup wall.

Scorching Escape? ??

This man...

Sand Ninja?

Not at all like it!

A long-lost relative of Yekura?

Mei Terumi felt a chill run down her spine.

She suddenly stood up and rushed out of the tavern, but on the street outside, apart from the numb pedestrians coming and going, there was no trace of that man.

He was like a drop of water, merging into the ocean and disappearing without a trace.

Mei Terumi stood in the fog, letting the damp, cold air envelop her, her expression more solemn than ever before.

For the first time, she began to doubt her own judgment.

Was that person really an amateur spy?