MM Racing Chapter 26 Goodbye, Orange Underdog! Naruto in Black Makes His Appearance
Chapter 26 Goodbye, Orange Underdog! Naruto in Black Makes His Appearance
dusk.
Naruto returned to the place known as the home.
The table was piled high with instant noodle containers.
Some had finished eating, while others still had half a bowl of soup left, with a layer of grayish-green mold floating on top.
The floor was littered with trash, and the walls were covered in graffiti.
Naruto stepped over the trash on the ground with a blank expression and walked to the wardrobe.
Opening the cabinet door, I was greeted by several identical sets of sportswear.
Orange, the most eye-catching color in the ninja world.
On the battlefield, this is a sitting duck.
In a mission, this is a signal that reveals the location of your teammates.
No ninja would wear this kind of clothing, but he wore it for five whole years.
Because it's eye-catching, as long as he wears this and walks down the street, everyone will see him.
Even a cold shoulder or disgust is better than being invisible. As long as someone is watching, he feels alive.
Naruto grabbed a jacket and said to himself with a self-deprecating smile.
"I never noticed before, but now that I look closely, it really is ugly."
He pulled all the clothes out of the closet, leaving nothing behind.
He tidied himself up a bit and headed straight for the back mountain of Konoha.
Nobody comes here usually, but it's a good place to throw things away. He's about to declutter here.
Naruto threw the clothes on the open ground and set them on fire.
Naruto looked at the flames and the burning orange clothes, and muttered to himself.
"The idiot who always grinned and said he was going to be the future Hokage, the loser who would still smile even after being beaten up, is completely gone."
"Completely disappeared."
With that matter settled, Naruto walked down the mountain, his back to him with a resolute air.
The Illusionary Dojo.
Roy was wiping the dust off the counter. He liked this routine; it made him look like an ordinary shopkeeper, not the mastermind behind the ninja world.
After the door was pushed open, Roy saw Naruto walk in.
Wearing a black mesh shirt and tattered shorts, and smelling of smoke, he looked like someone who had just fled from war.
"Looks like you've made up your mind, to burn it?"
Roy didn't even look up.
"Burn it all, leave nothing behind."
Naruto walked up to the counter.
"I want new clothes, weapons, and a way to become stronger."
His demands were straightforward, without any pleasantries or nonsense.
Roy sensed that Naruto's demeanor had completely changed.
If Naruto in the past was a little dog that could only bark.
Right now, he is a wolf cub who hasn't grown fangs yet, but has already learned to grind them.
"This is the energetic young man we have. I've been preparing for you for a long time."
Roy bent down.
He took out a black package from under the counter, along with a long, rectangular wooden box.
"Come on, give it a try."
After Naruto opened the package, he found a black combat suit inside.
The design is very simple, without any unnecessary decorations, with only a red swirl pattern on the back.
Naruto picked up his clothes and went into the back lounge.
Two minutes later, he came out.
Roy's eyes lit up.
Black is slimming and makes Naruto's originally thin figure look quite neat, with his gold and red hair hanging down in front of his forehead.
His demeanor was completely different from the orange-clad underdog he once was. He resembled Minato Namikaze a bit, but seemed even darker. However, Roy, as the shop owner, didn't care.
"It fits quite well."
Naruto stretched his arms and legs.
"This clothing is fireproof and waterproof, and can even withstand the cutting of a shuriken at this distance."
Roy pointed to the fabric of the clothes.
"Products from the Illusion Mirror Dojo are guaranteed to be of the highest quality."
"Next is this."
Roy opened the long, rectangular wooden box, inside which lay a strangely shaped kunai with three sharp blades.
The handle is wrapped in thick rune cloth; it is a specially made three-pronged kunai and is also Minato Namikaze's signature weapon.
"The one your father used."
Roy took out the kunai.
"Of course, this isn't the original. The original is long gone."
"This is a counterfeit."
"I guarantee that the weight, center of gravity, and feel are exactly the same as the original."
"There's no Flying Thunder God technique formula on it, so you can't use Flying Thunder God right now."
Roy handed the kunai to Naruto.
"Take it."
When Naruto took the kunai, he was surprised to find that it was very heavy, much heavier than the ordinary kunai issued at school.
His fingers gripped the handle, and a strange sensation traveled up his arm and throughout his body. He had seen this kunai in the dungeon.
My father used this kunai to traverse the battlefield and instantly defeated the masked man.
"I will learn."
Naruto gripped his kunai tightly.
"Flying Thunder God Technique, I will learn it."
He repeated it again, as if making a vow.
"Having weapons alone is useless."
Roy took out a scroll.
"This is the training method for the basic Body Flicker Technique, as well as advanced techniques for chakra control."
"You have a lot of chakra right now, but your control is too poor."
"It's like holding a Gatling gun but only using it as a stick to hit people. Oh, Gatling gun means some kind of powerful weapon."
"Go back and practice until you can crush ten leaves in one second without damaging the ground."
Naruto took the scroll and stuffed it into his ninja tool pouch.
I will pay you back.
Naruto said.
"I'm not in a hurry, why are you?"
Roy waved his hand.
"Your life is worth a lot right now. Have you ever thought about this, let's be blunt?"
"As long as you live and grow stronger, I can make even more money off you."
"Go. Let the villagers see just how much Naruto Uzumaki has grown."
Naruto nodded and walked towards the door.
Konoha Street.
The villagers had not yet recovered from the shock they had just experienced, and people were still talking about it in the streets.
Some people staged a sit-in protest in front of the Hokage Building, while others peeked out from outside the Uchiha clan compound.
Suddenly, the crowd fell silent.
A person walked towards them from one end of the street. He wore a black bodysuit, had golden-red hair, and held a strangely shaped three-pronged kunai in his hand.
His eyes were fixed straight ahead; it was Naruto, but not the Naruto they knew.
"That's... a demon?"
A villager blurted out, but immediately regretted it.
Naruto turned his head and glanced at him.
The villagers were startled, and swallowed the word "fox" back.
A chill ran down his spine, and he instinctively took a step back.
Not only him, but the surrounding villagers were all backing away.
In the past, when Naruto walked down the street, people would roll their eyes at him, spit on him, and even deliberately bump into him.
Back then, Naruto was a clown craving attention. No matter how much he was bullied, he would always put on a smiling face.
Naruto now exudes an aura that keeps strangers at bay.
Naruto walked past the bakery.
The aunt who had once wanted to give him red bean buns was now hiding behind the counter, peeking through the glass window.
Upon seeing Naruto's all-black attire, the woman's hand trembled, and the freshly baked bread fell to the ground.
She didn't dare pick it up.
She was afraid the child would rush in and smash up her shop.
After all, the son of the Fourth Hokage has the right to seek revenge.
Naruto didn't even glance at the bakery; he walked straight past it without looking to either side.
He walked past Ichiraku Ramen.
The middle-aged man stood at the door, holding a soup spoon in his hand.
Seeing Naruto dressed like this, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment.
Her eyes showed a look of heartache.
"Naruto..."
The middle-aged man shouted.
Naruto stopped in his tracks; this was the only time he had stopped along his journey.
"Uncle."
Naruto spoke, his words calm.
"I'm not hungry."
After saying that, he continued walking forward.
The middle-aged man opened his mouth, but could only sigh in the end.
That loud and boisterous child who loved ramen is gone forever.
At the street corner, several children who had just finished school were gathered together: Shikamaru, Choji, Kiba, and Shino.
They also saw Naruto.
Kiba originally wanted to go up and make a few sarcastic remarks about Naruto's new clothes.
"Hey, Naruto, what are you doing...?"
He hadn't finished speaking.
Akamaru suddenly crawled out of Kiba's arms, let out a fearful whimper at Naruto, then curled up into a ball, trembling.
Kiba was stunned; Akamaru's intuition was the sharpest.
It was afraid, afraid of its former bottom spot.
Shikamaru frowned.
"This is troublesome."
Shikamaru said in a low voice.
"That idiot... his eyes have changed."
Choji stopped the potato chips in his hand at his mouth.
"He doesn't look like someone to mess with."
Naruto ignored these kids his age. He used to want to play with them the most, but now he didn't care.
He crossed the street and headed towards the training ground.
The red swirling pattern in the background was particularly dazzling in the setting sun.
The orange-clad loser died, and the black Asura was born.
As the villagers watched Naruto's figure disappear from sight, a nameless fear spread through the crowd.
They suddenly realized that they might have created a monster with their own hands.
A monster who no longer loves this village, yet possesses the power to destroy it.