"Master Makoto, does it feel good?"
A charming voice sounded by his ear, accompanied by warm breath.
Karatachi Makoto tilted his head slightly, and a beauty beside him immediately and carefully brought a cup filled with clear, cold liquor to his lips.
He took a light sip. A stream of spicy yet mellow liquor slid down his throat, bringing a wave of warmth.
After he swallowed the wine, a jade-like hand gently cupped his chin, and red lips passed him a chilled grape.
"There's more here, Master Makoto."
"Good, good, good. The Young Master will reward you properly later."
The aroma of wine mixed with the scent of cosmetics filled the air.
Karatachi Makoto lay amidst the warmth and fragrance, his face full of contentment.
Good wine.
Good life!
This is the life a transmigrator should live.
What damn ninja? Fighting to the death? What for?
Here, it is the world of Naruto.
And it happens to be the Third Great Ninja War!
The Ninja World is in turmoil. All sorts of monsters and demons are starting to appear on stage one after another. Great nations and small nations are fighting inextricably, and the Ninja World has completely turned into a pot of chaotic porridge.
It's really so annoying!
Fortunately, our Brother Makoto has connections and a background.
He is not only a direct descendant of the Karatachi Clan but also the cousin of the future Fourth Mizukage, Karatachi Yagura!
This identity not only allowed Karatachi Makoto to avoid going to the battlefield but also allowed him to snag a position as a squad leader in the Police Force.
His little life was extremely comfortable.
"Master Makoto, you should go to the Police Force for duty this afternoon."
A servant approached cautiously and reported in a low voice.
Karatachi Makoto raised his eyes lazily and pinched the waist of the beautiful maid beside him, eliciting a delicate cry.
"What duty? What work?"
"The identities of these outsiders haven't been deeply investigated yet. Instead of doing important work related to the village's safety, I should run to the office to drink tea and kill time?"
He deliberately emphasized the words "deeply investigated," causing the surrounding beautiful maids to giggle.
"If anyone comes to ask, just say that the Young Master is executing an important mission and cannot get away. If there are any tasks, arrange them for someone else first."
"Yes!"
The servant retreated respectfully to the side, seemingly accustomed to this.
Let alone not going to work, even if Karatachi Makoto were to stand on his head right now in front of him, he wouldn't find it strange.
Who in the entire Kirigakure doesn't know that Young Master Makoto of the Karatachi family doesn't do honest work all day long? His greatest skills are eating, drinking, and playing, using the Police Force's name to show off in the village, bullying men and domin... teaching illegal elements and small clan ninjas a lesson within the village.
Karatachi Makoto lay back on the soft couch, enjoying the service of the beauties.
Chaotic times are approaching; hide if you can.
Especially being in Kirigakure, a place of trouble that is about to completely turn into the [Village of the Bloody Mist].
Karatachi Makoto was very clear about what the village would become in the future.
If nothing else, that guy Madara is probably already plotting things in the dark, starting to build the foundation for Obito.
The signs of the Blood Mist had already been revealed a few years ago. Whether the Third Mizukage is Madara's puppet or not, Makoto isn't sure, but if his cousin successfully becomes the Mizukage in the future, he is basically going to be controlled and reduced to a puppet.
Kirigakure will also completely enter the era of the Blood Mist!
What? Ask me to stop all this?
Buddy, I am Karatachi Makoto, not Uzumaki Makoto or Karatachi Naruto.
In this world where whoever is closer to the Sage of Six Paths is more awesome, you want a guy like me to fight the BOSS?
Even if I'm a transmigrator and have a small cheat called [God's Hand], it's not enough to look at.
Anyway, Brother Makoto has absolutely no interest in saving the world.
His greatest hobby in this life is to eat well, drink well, sleep well, and live out his life beautifully.
A model student of life!
For this, Brother Makoto did not hesitate to tarnish his own reputation, suffering painfully in the gentle embrace of women all day long, enduring the torture of worldly tribulations...
Just as Karatachi Makoto was pondering whether to let the one with the "great evil" stay tonight or the beauty with the excellent massage technique, the servant who had previously withdrawn suddenly returned.
"Young... Young Master, it's bad!"
Karatachi Makoto frowned, grabbed a grape, and threw it over.
"What are you howling for? The Young Master is doing just fine. Even if the sky falls, my cousin is there to hold it up. Why panic?"
"Your cousin... no, no... it's Lord Yagura! Lord Yagura has come in person; he's already at the door!"
"What?!"
"Makoto, you really know how to find a place to enjoy yourself."
Before Karatachi Makoto could speak, a short figure carrying a huge hook stick on his back walked in.
Holy crap!
"Cousin, aren't you going to the front lines? Why are you here?"
Karatachi Makoto scrambled up quickly: "I was just preparing to go to the Police Force to report on my work."
"You don't do your duty, you don't go on patrol, and you're reporting work?"
Yagura looked at Karatachi Makoto with a face full of disdain.
Clearly, he had awakened the only 'Kekkei Genkai' of the Karatachi Clan in hundreds of years and possessed the strongest talent in the clan, so how could he be such a piece of mud that can't be plastered onto a wall?
"With this appearance of yours, I really don't know what that person from the Terumi family sees in you. Doing nothing all day long, sooner or later you'll die on a woman."
"Bro is just so charming, I can't help it..."
Karatachi Makoto muttered, then cried out his grievances.
"And I'm not idling about! Isn't this screening for safety hazards for the village? These people with unknown identities must be investigated clearly."
"Enough, enough."
Yagura obviously didn't buy his act.
"Pack up quickly. Tomorrow you're going to the front lines with me."
"What? Go to the front lines?!"
The smile on Karatachi Makoto's face froze instantly.
"Cousin, you're not joking, right? That kind of place full of fighting and killing isn't suitable for a civilized person like me!"
Yagura snorted, evidently having seen through everything.
"This is an order, not a discussion. Pack your things; gather at the West Port tomorrow morning."
"But Cousin, I belong to the Police Force. My primary job should be protecting the village. How about I stay in the village and watch the rear for you, Cousin?"
"Besides, there are only a few of us in our clan in this generation. I haven't married and had children yet. In case something unfortunate happens..."
"Shut up."
Yagura hated that iron could not become steel.
He swept his gaze over the scene in the room, then looked at the scantily clad, trembling maids beside Karatachi Makoto. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
Among the great clans of Kirigakure, the Hōzuki clan produced a top genius known as the prodigy loved by the Ninja Swords, with swordsmanship talent rarely seen in a century.
Elite ninjas from the Yuki Clan emerge one after another.
The Kaguya Clan even produced someone with the innate Shikotsumyaku!
And their Karatachi clan? Thinking about eating, drinking, and playing all day long...
"Clearly possessing such natural talent, yet you nest in this kind of place all day without seeking progress. The Karatachi family's face has been completely lost by you!"
"This mission is a support mission. With your abilities, there is basically no danger. It's just right for you to gain some seniority. You're eighteen or nineteen years old, yet you have no achievements at all. And you still want to marry the genius of the Terumi family? Could it be you're going over there to be a live-in son-in-law!"
"A live-in son-in-law?"
Karatachi Makoto's eyes lit up: "That seems like a pretty good choice... Ah, don't hit the face!"