Chapter 22: Report, I Want to Play the Vise

"What’s going on? Itachi’re just an ordinary concerned citizen with no magical circuits at all?"

Young Master Rojie stared at Student Rojie with utter disbelief, his face etched with frustration.

After scanning Student Rojie’s memories, he realized that the version of himself in the Type-Moon world was truly just an ordinary citizen, with no connection to magicians whatsoever.

What?

I’m the Muggle?

All of us Rojies are masters of extraordinary skills, and Itachi turn out to be an ordinary citizen?

Do Itachi even deserve to be called Rojie?

"This is pathetic! Itachi’re bringing shame upon us!"

Young Master Rojie’s voice dripped with disdain as he launched into a torrent of accusations.

Student Rojie, reprimanded so harshly, blushed crimson like a child caught misbehaving.

The next moment, Student Rojie bowed his head with effortless grace.

"Red bean paste, I’ve given it my all."

Huang Mao Rojie had been leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets.

Upon hearing Student Rojie’s faint, mosquito-like apology, he frowned.

"Hm?"

"So quiet? Itachi think Itachi can even play water pump?"

"Hmph, Itachi can’t even manage the furnace."

Student Rojie raised his hand and said, "Report, I want to play the vise."

Huang Mao Rojie grunted.

"No interrupting!"

He turned to Hokage Rojie and tilted his chin upward.

"Bring me the Spirit Injection Rod."

Hokage Rojie froze for a moment, then quickly recovered, his eyes darting as if an idea had just struck him.

Without a word, he reached over, lifted the chair from the round table, and handed it to Huang Mao Rojie with swift, decisive motion.

Huang Mao Rojie stared at the chair now before him, utterly stunned, mouth agape, face filled with disbelief.

"Can this thing even be lifted?"

Hokage Rojie cleared his throat, trying to mask his embarrassment, and spoke with solemn seriousness: "I was just testing it—I didn’t expect it would actually lift."

Pure accident. Unintentional.

Young Master Rojie, seeing this, panicked and shouted: "Don’t take my chair! What if something goes wrong?"

He lunged forward, snatched his chair back, and clutched it to his chest, terrified it might be taken again.

Hokage Rojie’s eyes darted again—he had a new idea.

"Fine, let’s take Pirate Rojie’s. He’s not here anyway."

Upon hearing this, Young Master Rojie’s eyes lit up, and his attitude shifted instantly.

"No wonder I’m me—brilliant strategy, truly."

Student Rojie, standing to the side and watching his seniors’ antics, could no longer bear it and cried out: "Itachi’re right, but can I make a small adjustment?"

Hokage Rojie didn’t hesitate—he shook his head firmly, face stern, voice resolute: "Rules are rules. They weren’t made just today!"

He wore a rigid, serious expression.

Student Rojie froze, his face twisted in confusion, brows knotted, and he blurted: "Why don’t I remember this part?"

At these words, the other four Rojies instantly grew displeased.

They all turned sharply toward Student Rojie, their gazes filled with accusation.

Young Master Rojie crossed his arms and sneered: "Do Itachi think we’d make a mistake?"

"Or are Itachi trying to defy the collective will?"

Student Rojie muttered under his breath.

Fine, fine, fine—Itachi don’t even salt anymore, and now Itachi’re beating yourself up?

"Wait a minute!"

Student Rojie suddenly snapped to attention, as if struck by a revelation.

His eyes flashed, and he pointed at Huang Mao Rojie, shouting: "Aren’t Itachi a Lungwu too?"

"How dare Itachi lecture me?"

"Even if Itachi’ve conquered Fujiang and Zhengzi and written ‘positive’ marks all over them, it doesn’t change the fact that Itachi started as a pathetic loser!"

His voice carried a note of triumph.

Finally, a chance to strike back.

To his surprise, Huang Mao Rojie didn’t take offense—he took pride in it.

He straightened his back and declared loudly: "That’s not black history—that’s my origin story."

He paused, then shifted tone, his voice softening.

"Still, we should show more tolerance to newcomers."

"After all, everyone’s memories will eventually merge."

"None of us want to be beaten by the Spirit Injection Rod, right?"

The other Rojies responded with a chorus of boos.

…

The Hidden Leaf Village.

A training ground somewhere.

Warm sunlight spilled across the ground.

Rojie lounged lazily against a tree stump, eyes half-closed, radiating utter sloth as he savored this rare moment of idleness.

They had just completed a guard mission.

A genuine C-rank mission.

Now they waited for their instructor, Shanfeng Qingye, to return from submitting the mission.

Anma Bayun sat close beside Rojie, eyes closed, breathing steady, as if already asleep.

Her face, bathed in sunlight, glowed with a faint golden halo, serene and tranquil.

Meanwhile, Lei Menyue, alone, stood nearby, relentlessly punching and kicking a wooden dummy.

Poor wooden dummy… Lei Menyue.

How diligent.

Too bad mere thousands of repetitions of taijutsu can’t compare to an invincible cheat system.

Sigh, transmigrator.

Sigh, cheat system.

What? Even Otsutsuki did it?

Then never mind.

Rojie stole a glance at Lei Menyue, straining under the blazing sun, and scolded himself inwardly.

Rojie, Rojie, how could Itachi be so lazy?

Thinking this, Rojie wriggled slightly, shifting into a more comfortable position.

Already in lazy-dog mode.

System reboot failed.

At that moment, Lei Menyue halted, exhausted.

He braced his hands on his knees, gasping for breath, leaning against the wooden dummy.

"Have Itachi noticed how many outsiders have come to the village lately?"

Rojie snapped open his eyes and snapped back: "Exactly! These despicable outsiders must be hiding something sinister."

"They might endanger the village and put our great, wise Hokage in danger."

Anma Bayun opened her eyes and gave Rojie a reproachful glance.

She sat up, brushed a strand of hair from her ear, and explained softly: "The Chunin Exams are coming soon."

Lei Menyue paused, then nodded in sudden understanding.

"Ah, that explains why the village is so bustling."

Then, as if remembering something, he brought up another matter.

"I heard the Uchiha team next door encountered the Mist Village’s S-rank missing-nin, Momochi Zabuza, during a recent C-rank mission."

Rojie fell into thought.

Zabuza?

That poor guy’s life was ruined by Akatsuki Nanliang.

I just don’t get Nan Tong’s thinking.

At that moment, Shanfeng Qingye appeared before the three of them.

He stopped, adjusted his sunglasses with a light hand, cleared his throat, and spoke.

"Everyone, stop for a moment."

The three turned their gazes toward him in unison.

(End of chapter)