Naruto drinking makes me stronger

“Ding!

While intoxicated, the host shocked multiple important figures.

Reward: Observation Haki has reached proficient level!

Equivalent to an average Marine Headquarters Vice Admiral.” The system notification rang out.

Youyu blinked, but he was not that happy.

He remembered everything that had happened while he was drunk.

Apparently, probably, maybe… He had almost cut down Orochimaru?

What the hell was he supposed to do now?

That old man, the Third Hokage, might be watching everything here through the crystal ball.

If that old man used this as an excuse to go back on his word and refused to give him that room full of fine wine, what then?

Wouldn’t all his effort have been wasted?

Looking at Orochimaru’s dark expression, Youyu scratched his cheek.

His eyes shifted around.

“Yo, isn’t this the legendary Sannin, Lord Orochimaru?

I’ve heard so much about you!” Youyu looked at Orochimaru with “surprise,” grabbed both of his hands with both hands, and shook them fiercely.

“…” There was silence.

Orochimaru’s mouth twitched as he looked at the completely insincere expression on Youyu’s face.

For a moment, he had the urge to smash his head into a wall.

He had just been defeated by this little bastard?

“Anyway, don’t complain to the old man, okay?

What if that old man refuses to give me my wine because of this?” Seeing that Orochimaru’s expression had not improved much, Youyu immediately became anxious and began earnestly persuading him.

Inside the Hokage’s office.

“Youyu, you rotten brat!” Hiruzen Sarutobi’s face also turned somewhat dark.

Youyu had caused such a huge mess!

The situation had nearly become impossible to clean up!

And in the end, that brat’s mind was still completely filled with the wine Hiruzen had promised him.

Hiruzen clutched his chest, feeling that his heart was starting to hurt.

“Hah… At least the result was good.” Jiraiya let out a heavy breath of relief.

He had almost been scared to death just now!

Deep lingering fear still remained in his eyes.

That berserk slash had been only one second away from hitting Orochimaru!

At the same time, he also felt secretly fortunate.

Fortunately, the old man had made Orochimaru bring a bottle of fine wine.

Otherwise, who knew how far Youyu would have gone?

“Enough!

Do I look like someone who would go back and complain?” Orochimaru finally could not endure Youyu’s endless nagging and roared loudly.

What did this bastard take him for?

“Hahaha, snake-playing—oh no, Lord Orochimaru, let me deal with those guys over there first.

Then we can catch up.” Youyu subconsciously wanted to say snake-playing bastard, but after seeing Orochimaru’s increasingly dark face, he immediately changed his words.

This guy said he was not that kind of person, but who knew?

After he got redeemed in the original story, this guy practically became a clown!

What if he really went and complained?

“C-Catch up?” Orochimaru felt his thoughts fall into confusion.

He really had no idea what history there was between him and Youyu to catch up on.

Were they supposed to talk about the mental journey of how he had almost been cut down by this brat?

“Clang!” “Bastards from other villages, obediently accept death!” Youyu rolled his neck, looked at the foreign-village shinobi in the distance, and unsheathed Shusui!

“T-That monster is awake!” “W-What do we do?

The little red flowers are useless now!” “Damn it!

I don’t want to die!” … The foreign-village shinobi had already stuck little red flowers on their foreheads.

When they saw that this monster had finally stopped rampaging, they had originally let out a breath of relief.

But now, they had forgotten one important thing.

Youyu had only been drunk and unable to distinguish friend from foe.

But if someone was drunk, they could sober up!

Now, this monster had clearly sobered up.

The little red flowers on their heads had already lost their effect!

“D-Damn it!” Kisame’s shark eyes were bloodshot.

At this moment, his appearance was extremely ridiculous.

That shark-like face, terrifying enough to make children cry, had a bright little red flower pasted right on its forehead.

Kisame had gone through who knew how much inner struggle before finally gritting his teeth and sticking it on.

And now, this monster had sobered up?!

This thing was useless now?!

Was he supposed to die in humiliation while wearing this thing?!

Kisame’s eyes turned blood-red.

“Wait!” Seeing that Youyu was about to swing his black blade down, Orochimaru hurriedly grabbed his hand.

“Hm?

What is it, snake-playing—oh, Lord Orochimaru?” Youyu frowned, feeling a little displeased.

One slash would solve all of them, and then he could go back and comfortably enjoy fine wine.

He had just been about to curse, but suddenly thought that if he angered Orochimaru again and this guy really whispered some “slander” into Hiruzen Sarutobi’s ear, his wine would be ruined.

Better to coax this guy for now.

“The exam is already over.” Listening to Youyu’s completely insincere correction, Orochimaru’s eye twitched.

This guy was obviously saying one thing and thinking another!

“Over?” Youyu blinked.

“Yes, it’s over.

The time limit has already arrived!” Looking at Youyu’s expression, Orochimaru felt anger rise inside him.

Why was it over?

Did you have no idea?

Look at the surroundings.

A perfectly good Forest of Death had almost been flattened by you!

Those foreign-village shinobi were so scared that they did not even have the will to resist anymore.

If the exam did not end, what else were they supposed to do?

Let you kill all of them?

“Clang!” “Fine.

Since you said so, I’ll give you some face.” Youyu sheathed Shusui and patted Orochimaru’s right arm, wearing an expression that said, I’m giving you face.

Orochimaru suddenly felt the urge to punch him.

But after considering that terrifying slash, Orochimaru decided to endure it!

“Hmph—” Knowing there was nothing else for him to do here, Youyu hummed a tune, carried Shusui, and walked toward the central tower.

“Hah—hah—hah—” After seeing Youyu leave, the foreign-village shinobi collapsed to the ground.

They gasped heavily.

When a breeze blew past, they felt a chill.

Only then did they realize that their clothes had long since been soaked through with cold sweat.

“Saiki Youyu…” Kisame stared firmly at Youyu’s departing back, then vented his anger by tearing the little red flower from his forehead and slamming it hard onto the ground.

“Why does it feel like that brat got weaker?” Orochimaru looked at Youyu’s departing back and frowned slightly.

The feeling of fatal danger that Youyu had given him had disappeared.

His aura was even much weaker than when he had unleashed that heaven-shaking slash.

“Saiki Youyu.

What an interesting fellow.” Watching Youyu hum a tune, the joy on his face genuine from the bottom of his heart, Orochimaru’s lips curved slightly.

Orochimaru could sense that Youyu was not interested in other things.

He simply loved wine and swordsmanship.

A pure person like that, although his mouth was a little foul, was not someone Orochimaru disliked.

And besides, he truly was an incredible genius.

… “What?!

I didn’t pass the exam?!” After everyone arrived at the central tower, Youyu glared at the two guards stationed at the entrance.

“Uh, y-you did not obtain two scrolls.

According to the rules, you indeed did not pass the exam.” The two guards broke out in cold sweat.

If this were an ordinary examinee, they would not even bother explaining.

But the person in front of them was someone they had seen through the surveillance screen.

The Forest of Death had nearly been flattened by this man’s hand.

“Hey, snake-playing bastard, hurry up and solve this for me!” Youyu immediately became anxious.

Damn it, he had been so busy cutting people that he had forgotten about the scrolls.

If he failed the exam, what if that old man, the Third Hokage, went back on his word?

Orochimaru’s mouth twitched wildly.

He had actually thought this guy was an incredible genius?

He must have been damn blind!

“Deal with it yourself.” Orochimaru’s face darkened.

You call me snake-playing bastard and still want me to help you?

Dream on.

He turned and walked toward the central tower.

Behind him, curses such as “ungrateful bastard,” “snake-playing bastard,” and “burning the bridge after crossing the river” rang out.

The corners of Orochimaru’s mouth lifted slightly.

Rotten brat.

Serves you right.

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