"Damn it, you mocking me?" Kurokawa roared, raising his hand to finish Ebara.
But his body swayed, limbs unresponsive, mind sluggish.
He quickly realized, staring at Ebara in shock. "Your fart… it's poisonous…"
Pfft!
Blood sprayed from his mouth, then his ears, eyes, and nose.
The smug Kurokawa turned into a ghastly figure, blood streaming from every orifice.
Ebara grinned. "Wrong. It's not a poisonous fart—it's poison with a fart."
"Despicable…" Kurokawa gasped.
Ebara shrugged. "Say what you want. I was a nobody, barely graduated. To survive this ninja world, I had to take precautions."
Poison was Ebara's answer—less reliant on talent, highly effective.
Even Madara Uchiha could fall to it, though only Hashirama's jutsu could pull that off.
Hanzo of the Rain Village rose to fame with his salamander's venom.
Chiyo of the Sand, beyond her masterful puppetry, was feared for her poisons.
Realizing this, Ebara enlisted Orochimaru to craft toxins.
Orochimaru, intrigued, didn't refuse.
After perfecting the poison, Ebara had a custom snakeskin suit made, laced with toxins in a dozen spots.
A flicker of chakra triggered the mechanism, releasing the poison instantly.
Otherwise, it stayed dormant, safe from misfire.
"Meant it for Danzo," Ebara said, eyeing Kurokawa. "Didn't expect you to stumble into it. Bad luck, huh?"
After dealing with the Anbu (Chapter 32), Ebara grabbed the suit, wary of Danzo's schemes.
Danzo missed out, but Kurokawa walked right in.
"You'll die horribly…" Kurokawa cursed, spitting blood.
"Then I'll die at noon," Ebara quipped. "Thanks, you're a real saint, telling me that."
He beamed with mock gratitude.
Pfft!
Another gush of blood—not from poison, but rage.
Kurokawa, a seasoned ninja, had never met someone so shameless.
Was this guy raised on shrimp?
"Got any last wishes?" Ebara asked. "Lonely wife? Young daughter? Hidden fortune that'll last lifetimes? I can handle those for you."
Kurokawa's bleeding worsened as Ebara rambled.
"You know the worst pain in life? Dying with a beautiful wife and unspent riches. You'd never rest in peace. Trust me—I'm Ebara, iron teeth, gold standard, honest and reliable. I'll take care of it."
Ebara was moved by his own words.
Where else could you find an opponent like him?
If there was a "Top Ten Most Touching Ninja" award, he'd take first.
No one was more big-hearted.
Pfft!
Kurokawa's blood surged like a fountain, enraged.
Ebara was right—he had a lovely wife and vast wealth, now for someone else.
Worse, it might go to a rogue like Ebara.
Fury consumed him, blood gushing.
Twenty seconds later, Kurokawa's head lolled. Dead.
"Hey, don't die! I was serious!" Ebara shouted. "If you've got a lonely wife, I'll care for her. Even give you a son with your name!"
Too late. Kurokawa was gone.
"What happened?" Jiraiya poked his swollen face into the toad puppet.
Seeing Kurokawa dead and Ebara bound, his battered brain short-circuited.
"How'd you kill him?" Jiraiya asked, baffled.
"I told him I'd care for his wife and kids. He was so touched, he died," Ebara said earnestly.
Jiraiya: …
"Don't think I'm as dumb as my face looks."
Orochimaru leaped down, eyeing Kurokawa's corpse. "You used that?" he asked Ebara.
Ebara nodded. "Yup."
No need to hide from Orochimaru, who crafted the poison.
Jiraiya? Better kept in the dark.
"How'd he go?" Orochimaru asked, eyes gleaming.
He'd tested the suit's poison on animals, not humans, and was eager for results.
"Very happy. Very touched," Ebara said, deadpan.
Orochimaru: …
"You think I'm Jiraiya-level stupid?"
Ebara dropped the act. "It hit fast. Five seconds, tops."
Orochimaru's eyes lit up, staring at Kurokawa's corpse like a treasure.
He poked and prodded, not like examining a body, but admiring a masterpiece.
His creepy gaze gave Ebara chills.
This pervert wouldn't… take advantage while it's warm, right?
The thought hit, and Orochimaru said, "I'm taking this body!"
Ebara's eyes widened.
Damn, he really wants to!