Tokyo: Bubble, but the system is Sengoku.

Chapter 97 Inherited Hattori Hanzo (Bonus Chapter)

[Congratulations on passing the mental martial arts test! You've surpassed your teacher!]

[Unlock Achievement: Ninja Legacy]

[Unlock Reward: Ninja Intuition]

Note: You're not Naruto, but infiltration, disruption, eavesdropping, and so on are all easy for you; these are innate skills.

"call..."

Looking at the system window in front of him, Sato let out a long sigh of relief and slowly opened his eyes.

In the sunlight, joy flashed in his deep brown eyes.

He finally defeated Hattori Hanzo, and to his surprise, this unlocked a skill.

Although this skill doesn't seem to have much use right now, maybe one day he'll be able to film action movies that require infiltration.

Moreover, he doesn't only get roles when others approach him; once he becomes truly famous, he can direct his own movies.

The more skills you have, the more you'll attract the audience.

Overall, it's not a loss.

Just as Sato was feeling excited, another line of text appeared in the system window in front of him.

[Mental Martial Arts Practice (0/2)]

"Um?

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What does that mean?

Is it possible for him to perform two martial arts scenes?

Perhaps, but we'll have to test it to know.

Overall, it's very good.

"Why are you so happy?"

Ogawa, who was glancing at Sato in the rearview mirror, asked curiously.

In her view, Sato simply closed his eyes for a while and then woke up.

Completely unaware of the battle raging in the other's mind.

If I had realized it, I wouldn't be so calm now.

After all, the strength Sato just displayed, coupled with that blood-soaked battle, was a hundred times more real than any filming.

"I dreamt of something good."

"Eh~ a wet dream?"

"?"

"Well, that's how guys the club president's age are, you know. Who did you dream about?"

"Could it be that Peach?"

"?"

What did he say? He just mentioned a dream.

Why did Ogawa's combo attack happen?

Sato snapped out of his daze and could only shake his head with a wry smile.

"No, it's just that I dreamt I was a ninja."

"Pfft."

"The president is really childish."

Upon hearing Sato's words, Ogawa chuckled.

"But you'll be a detective!"

"I know."

Sato didn't correct Ogawa, but he had already read the script, and the detective could still use his passionate and righteous acting skills.

The only thing lacking is the karate fight scenes.

Now that there's a gap in the mental martial arts practice, there's no problem.

"By the way, how about publishing the artist recruitment ad in 'Seventeen' magazine?"

Sato changed the subject.

It's standard practice for fashion magazines to advertise for male celebrities; they've been doing it for decades.

Moreover, he had previously appeared in "Seventeen".

Not only can you get some discounts.

It can better stimulate the reader's initiative.

However, Ogawa opened his mouth upon hearing this, as if he wanted to object.

The target audience for "Seventeen" is mostly high school and college girls.

They advertise there, and most of the applicants will definitely be young girls.

However, given the abundance of idols, teenage idols are indeed the only option. Publicly, she can't say anything, and privately, it's all for the company's sake. If she were to say anything, it would be unreasonable and a sign of her manager's misconduct.

"Oh well."

Ogawa muttered something to himself.

"I'll contact the editor; I should be able to get a discounted price."

"This is troublesome."

As the two were talking, the car soon arrived at Sato's residence.

The broadcast and filming of "Shadow Legion" are still ongoing, and Sato's fame continues to grow.

Just a few days later, when Sato returned to his residence in Tokyo after filming, he clearly felt something was off.

It was a feeling of being spied on.

This feeling is somewhat mysterious, but Sato has not ignored it after a week.

This intuition likely stems from his own ninja skills.

Someone is following me.

"Have we found this place yet?"

Sato looked at the observation mirror at a traffic intersection in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, he saw the reflection of a camera.

Having figured things out, the young man quickened his pace.

The boy following behind Sato disappeared after turning a corner.

The reporter was dumbfounded when he saw the narrow alley.

This isn't a dead end; it has several exits, and he has no idea which one to follow. He's been in the industry for three years and has worked with countless artists during that time.

It's not uncommon to lose track of people, but those are unavoidable circumstances amidst the hustle and bustle of traffic. The kind of disappearance that happens like in a movie, where you just turn a corner and it's gone, only happens in movies, right?

Moreover, how did he discover himself? Did he even discover himself?

His home is in this dilapidated house? That can't be right, he's a big star with endorsements worth tens of millions.

You live here? In a worse place than him?

He absolutely refused to believe it.

Questions arose in my mind, but I could not find answers.

However, there was nothing that could be done once they lost track of them, and in the end, it could only be attributed to coincidence.

Meanwhile, the boy who had already shaken off his tail was in a good mood.

He hadn't expected ninja skills to be used in this way.

His ability to walk silently, coupled with his intuition to be followed, makes him adept at both tracking and counter-tracking.

"Good skill."

That very night, as Sato was lamenting, Momoko appeared again, but this time she was still wearing her uniform, her cherry lips panting, as if she had rushed over.

"What's wrong?"

"I asked," Sato said.

Before Peach could answer, a sudden, delicate moan came from the next room.

That sound didn't seem to come from a television.

Sato, meanwhile, skillfully tapped on the wall with his hand.

Finally, the sound became much softer.

However, Sato's hearing is still good now, and he can still hear some babbling sounds.

"Why is Peach here?"

"You're asking me how I got here?!"

Peach snapped out of her inexplicable shyness and put her hands on her hips.

"Mom said you're moving!"

"That's about it."

"What about the peaches!?"

Seeing Momoko's pitiful appearance with reddened eyes, Sato felt like a scumbag who had started a relationship and then abandoned her.

After a moment of hesitation, the young man continued.

"I'll probably have to move again later, and Momo's place of residence hasn't been decided yet."

"Can Peach live next door to Sato-nii?!"

Long-distance communication is not very convenient here; the only options are pagers and letters. Where would be better than living next door or nearby?

"It is possible."

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Sato nodded.

"But moving out doesn't mean we'll lose contact."

"That's different! Sato-nii is so busy, I don't even know if he has time to eat. Momo can help out too~"

"Thanks."

Sato did not refuse. After such a period of training, Momoko's cooking skills were now comparable to his.

Moreover, he couldn't very well refuse.

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