Chapter 052: I Don’t Understand, but I Can Pretend

Chapter 052: I Don't Understand, but I Can Pretend

Uchiha Madara completely ignored the expressive language of Senju Wakama and activated his "emotionless face" technique.

In his heart, Madara muttered, I can't see it, I can't understand it, I won't speak. 

Fujiwara Tomooki didn't waste much time on formalities. He briefly introduced both parties.

The gist was that the Uchiha clan had been invited as temporary guards, and the Senju clan shouldn't mind their presence.

On the surface, the two clans were sworn enemies, but within the Fujiwara household, they had to show respect to their host and avoid conflict unless the host made some unreasonable demands that forced them to act.

And now…

It was the Senju clan's time to shine.

Just as Uchiha Madara had expected, he truly… couldn't understand what was happening.

What the hell was this?

Inside a room enclosed by curtains on all sides, Senju Wakama silently gestured to his trained clansmen.

The Senju clan members, all of them graceful and elegant, wore specially tailored attire that gave them an ethereal aura. They moved in silence, their actions exuding an indescribable solemnity.

Some Senju members took out exquisite metal trays shaped like lotus flowers, placing incense sticks in the center and lighting them.

Others arranged an assortment of colorful bottles and jars.

Everything looked incredibly refined and beautiful.

The Senju clan's movements carried a sense of gravitas that made the onlookers tense up involuntarily.

The incense emitted a thin wisp of smoke, different from the kind used in temples. Its fragrance wasn't overpowering but carried a subtle, sweet aroma reminiscent of pears.

"Lord Tomooki…"

The room was filled with Wakama's polite and respectful voice. "This incense is called 'Jieyu Xiang.' It's not a medicine, but it can alleviate fatigue and improve one's mood."

"The ingredients of Jieyu Xiang include agarwood, ambergris, borneol, rhubarb, spikenard, licorice, and pine resin, prepared in specific proportions."

"The herbs used are cultivated by members of the Senju clan who have awakened the Wood Release kekkei genkai."

"As you know, Lord Tomooki, we shinobi refine the source of life into energy to perform ninjutsu. This energy is called 'chakra.'"

"In essence, these herbs are nurtured using the life force of shinobi, imbued with the essence of life. All products from the Senju clan are created in this manner…"

…

Wakama was spouting nonsense with a straight face.

The other Senju members maintained their solemn expressions as they prepared for the "health care" session.

Among those present, aside from Wakama, none of the Senju clansmen actually knew how these materials were prepared.

Otherwise, some of them might not have been able to keep a straight face.

What the hell was agarwood and ambergris?

Did such things even exist in the shinobi world?

And "Wood Release" cultivation?

Only Wakama knew the truth the raw material for this was feces. Not just any feces, but the feces of a certain large fish.

Wakama found it fascinating. If the proportions were right, even feces could smell pleasant.

In any case, Wakama didn't understand the materials, the production process, or the crafting techniques. But that didn't stop him from memorizing the entire instruction manual written by Tsukuyo and using it to bamboozle Lord Tomooki with things he himself didn't comprehend.

Though Lord Tomooki listened with a calm expression, his mind was a complete blank. However, he couldn't let it show that he was clueless and inexperienced.

Regardless of the materials and production process, the incense did exactly what Wakama claimed. It smelled pleasant, filled the room with a sweet fragrance, and genuinely improved one's mood.

The Uchiha clan, tasked with observing, was even more confused.

As Uchiha Madara watched Wakama spin his tale with a serious face, he confirmed his earlier ominous premonition.

Wakama's way of speaking, his expressions, and mannerisms were identical to those of his younger sister, Tsukuyo, when she was pulling off one of her cons.

The scariest part was that Madara's lack of knowledge in this area made it impossible for him to find any flaws in their explanations.

Madara lowered his gaze, afraid he might accidentally cast a pitying look at Lord Tomooki.

Wakama had the audacity to claim that the herbs were cultivated using "Wood Release."

Of course, Madara knew about Wood Release Tsukuyo had told him about it.

But as far as he knew, Hashirama and Tsukuyo only used it to plant trees between people's legs when they weren't paying attention, causing them unimaginable pain.

Cultivating herbs? That was impossible, right?

Madara's thoughts had already skipped past the so-called health care process and jumped to the aftermath, when Fujiwara Tomooki would ask the Uchiha clan to use their Sharingan to copy "Wood Release."

That would be extremely awkward.

The Uchiha clan, even those who had awakened the Sharingan, couldn't possibly replicate Wood Release!

Wood Release wasn't something just anyone could master.

So, Tomooki's desire to have other shinobi replicate the Senju clan's medical techniques was almost impossible to achieve.

First, Wakama had already hinted that the herbs were exclusive to the Senju clan and couldn't be imitated.

Wakama had already calculated the mindset of everyone present. He patiently explained the ingredients of the incense and medicinal oils to Tomooki before moving on to check his pulse.

Yes… pulse diagnosis, a miraculous medical technique.

The Uchiha clan could mimic the action, but it would be utterly useless.

Even if they performed the gesture, without proper training, they wouldn't understand what different pulse readings meant.

As for Wakama, he had only learned the basics, but that was enough for him to put on a convincing act.

As for Tomooki's actual health condition…

Wakama's sister, Tsukuyo, had snuck into the Fujiwara estate the previous night and personally checked Tomooki's pulse.

She had written down all of Tomooki's symptoms, and Wakama had memorized them before arriving.

All Wakama had to do was pretend to diagnose Tomooki's pulse and then "recite" the information.

"…Lord Tomooki, you've been overthinking, which has harmed your liver. You have a lump on your neck, and you often experience tinnitus…"

Wakama softly "recited" the symptoms. Without Tomooki saying a word, Wakama had accurately described his condition after merely holding his wrist for a moment.

Tomooki was thoroughly impressed and couldn't help but ask cautiously, "Can you help improve these conditions?"

Here it comes…

Wakama sighed with feigned concern. "Lord Tomooki, these symptoms can indeed be treated by our Senju clan."

"However, if you continue to overthink after the treatment, the ailments will eventually return…"

"But I suggest you experience the treatment first before considering the next steps. What do you think?"

First, lay the groundwork for long-term "rent collection."

Then, without mentioning money, enthusiastically let the client experience the product.

What followed was a surreal, uncontrollable, and utterly bizarre spectacle.

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