>>5808870>>5808872>>5808882>>5808894>>5808914>>5808990>>5809092After giving it significant thought, Otomo flatly refuses your gross plan. You presented it mostly as a joke anyway. You were going to milk it for all you could though.
“Do you want to find Kenji’s grandmama or not?” You ask, implying that he’s letting his squeamish nature impact his decision against common sense. Immoral!
“Well, yes, I just don’t think- I mean, there has to be a better way. Maybe we could use sweat?”
“Why would there just be liquid sweat pooled around? People don’t just shed blood and sweat everywhere, Otomo.”
“Okay, well, maybe your crabs could do something? Don’t they have sensory abilities or something?”
“They’re crabs.”
“There aren’t any special crabs that are better than other crabs? Maybe you could summon up a couple thousand tiny baby crabs and have them canvass the woods?”
“They’re not smart or coordinated enough. They’re from the crab dimension and are smarter than normal crabs, but not all that much. Especially when they’re that small.”
“There’s a crab dimension?”
“Yes! I could use a bunch of chakra to get a particularly smart crab to help us, but I used up too much chakra because you wanted to ride around like a prince.” You lie. “Take one for the team and stop being a baby.”
Otomo looks agonized as he mentally works himself up to go with the piss plan. Eventually the two of you exit the cottage and look around out back, eventually spotting an outhouse. Otomo approaches it, sighs petulantly, and opens the door. You watch him peer down into the shithole. He examines it for about 30 seconds before exiting and standing near a stone garden fence, looking glum.
“What’s the problem?”
“Well, it’s pretty deep. Even if there’s… Materials down there I don’t want to stick my arm in and ladle it out. Even if we get a bucket.”
“Can’t you just use ninjutsu to summon it? You’re already preparing to make a magic piss beacon without questioning it, and this is the part you’re stuck on?”
“Masami!” He says, finally becoming frustrated. “I do not have an ability called ‘Urine Siphon Jutsu’! Nobody does! I could make a clone do it but I’m too low on chakra!”
“Maybe you should invent the Urine Siphon technique? You’re smart! I believe in you.” You say, grinning at his amusing misery. You didn’t like seeing him sad or hurt because of actual serious reasons, but seeing him flail in this objectively dumb scenario made you feel like the playing field was even. He may be some kind of ninjutsu prodigy and really cool most of the time, but it was times like this when you actually related to him as a person where you honestly couldn’t as a ninja. Watching him be all flustered was fun. You kinda wanted to give him a hug.
You’d let him stew for a couple more minutes before you reveal that your plan was a stupid joke and you should just search normally. Not every problem was a ninjutsu problem. Sometimes just using your legs was all there really was to it!
