This ninja in Naruto is unscientific

Chapter 53 The Uchiha Who Sells Pancakes

Minato Namikaze looked at the new complaint letter in front of him and felt like his hair was turning white from worry.

While the decentralization of police duties has indeed improved work efficiency, some deeply ingrained habits cannot be changed simply by putting down a piece of paper.

"so……"

Minato looked up at Uchiha Hima standing in front of him. This elite Chunin from the Criminal Investigation Department was still sitting upright with an expression that said, "I did nothing wrong."

"Hima-senpai, while you were chasing that spy, you knocked over the pancake stall of the lady selling senpai in the third block, right?"

"Yes." Hima nodded expressionlessly. "To prevent the suspect from escaping into the crowd, I must advance at full speed."

"What did you say after you knocked it over?" Minato asked patiently.

"I said, 'I will compensate you.'" Hima frowned, seemingly not understanding what the problem was. "Then I continued to pursue them, and afterwards I did send someone to deliver the money, double compensation."

"That's the problem!"

Minato covered his face and let out a long sigh.

He pushed the complaint letter in front of Kama, pointing to the tear-stained handwriting:

"The old lady's complaint isn't about you knocking over the stall, nor is it about the inadequate compensation; her complaint is about your attitude."

"She said your eyes were so cold, like you wanted to kill someone, and you left after saying just one sentence. She was so scared that she didn't dare to say anything on the spot and cried all night when she got home."

Hima was stunned, clearly not expecting this outcome.

"I...I was just following a mission. Am I supposed to stop, bow to her, apologize, and then go after the criminal? The criminal would have escaped long ago by then!"

"A bow is unnecessary, but even an apologetic look or a simple 'Sorry, urgent business' can make a world of difference."

Minato stood up, walked up to Hima, and said sincerely, "Senior, our current police department not only needs to catch bad guys, but also needs to be approachable. The Uchiha's authority should not be used to intimidate civilians."

Hima fell silent. Although he was still somewhat resentful, under the gaze of Minato's sincere, deep blue eyes, he could only turn his head away and mutter, "Troublesome."

……

Captain's office.

After listening to Minato's report, Fugaku was also at a loss.

"These guys... are too bloodthirsty on the battlefield. Bringing them back to the village would be a disaster."

Fugaku rubbed his temples: "Losing money is a small matter, but once this image is solidified, we'll be back to where we started."

"It's not just about being aloof."

Nishikawa Tetsu looked up from the pile of documents and added, "There's also a kind of arrogance that says, 'I have money, I can afford to pay.' Although they may not mean it that way, in the eyes of ordinary people, it's a sense of superiority of a privileged class."

"Then what should we do? Send them to etiquette class?" Fugaku said irritably. "Send those arrogant Uchiha to learn how to smile? The sight is too beautiful for me to bear."

"Etiquette classes only address the symptoms, not the root cause."

Nishikawa Tetsu shook his head, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "We need a more direct and 'profound' way of educating them. We need to make them understand that losing money isn't everything; some things require heartfelt sacrifice."

"What do you want to do?" Fugaku looked at him warily.

"Social practice".

Nishikawa Tetsu took out a pre-prepared "Police-Community Joint Construction Activity Plan" from the drawer.

"Since they think that paying money will solve the problem, let them experience what that overturned stall means to the old lady."

"Starting tomorrow, all team members who receive complaints of 'bad attitude' must use their rest time to perform 'voluntary labor' for the victims."

"For example, Hima-senpai."

Nishikawa Tetsu pointed out the window, "Let him go and help that auntie sell pancakes for a day."

"Selling...selling pancakes?!"

Fugaku and Minato both widened their eyes, and the image of the Uchiha elite, who usually had a cold face and would activate his Sharingan at the drop of a hat, wearing an apron and making pancakes on the street flashed through their minds.

The sense of incongruity was simply off the charts.

"This...this is too much..." Fugaku's lips twitched. "He'll smash the pot."

"If it gets smashed, we'll compensate you and keep selling until the auntie is satisfied."

Nishikawa Tetsu remained unmoved.

"Only by truly integrating them into life will they understand that what they are protecting is not just the symbol of Konoha, but these specific people."

"and……"

Nishikawa Tetsu looked at Minato: "Minato, you have to come with me this time. You're the inspector, so you have to make sure he doesn't use fire-style techniques to bake pancakes, or they'll burn."

Minato gave a wry smile: "Why do I feel like this is a punishment?"

"This is for the future of the police department."

Nishikawa Tetsu patted Minato on the shoulder, speaking earnestly.

Fugaku looked at the two of them, finally sighed, and signed the proposal.

"Alright, we'll do it your way. Hopefully, we can turn these proud peacocks into down-to-earth domestic chickens."

……

The next day, Konoha's commercial street.

A strange phenomenon occurred.

Uchiha Hima, the usually fierce-looking Chunin from the police department, was now clumsily standing in front of the pancake stall, wearing a pink apron.

His face screamed "I want to die," but under Minato Namikaze's smiling supervision, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and pick up the shovel, because he couldn't beat this Chunin who was still a child.

"Um...would you like an egg?"

Hima's voice was stiff, as if he were interrogating a criminal.

The little girl in front of him was so frightened that she took a step back.

"Be gentle, senpai!" Minato whispered a reminder from the side. "Smile! Smile!"

Hima took a deep breath, forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and asked, "Would you like an egg?"

The little girl paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Uncle, your smile is so strange."

Huojian's face flushed instantly, but looking at the little girl's innocent smile, the inexplicable irritation in his heart seemed to dissipate somewhat.

Not far away, the woman whose stall had been overturned was sitting and resting. Looking at this scene, her original resentment turned into a helpless smile.

"These Uchiha are really interesting."