At that, the skinny man seemed to frown. "Shinobi? What are you talking about?"
Eichi raised an eyebrow. "Wait, can you tell me where we are?"
"What do you mean?" asked the skinny man, intrigued by Eichi's question.
"What is the name of this country? Aren't we in Ame or something?" Eichi leaned into the table.
"No, we are in the Musutafu City, Country of Japan, and I've never heard of a place named Ame," the white-haired man said.
Eichi's eyes widened as he heard the words "Country of Japan." He slumped back into his chair, trying to process what he just heard. The skinny man leaned forward, his expression softening. "Is everything alright?"
Eichi nodded slowly. "Y-Yeah, everything is...alright."
'Where on earth are we right now? I never heard of this country. With the level of infrastructure this city has, it must be a prosperous country and noticeable. So where in the bloody hell am I?' Eichi thought critically as he considered the possibility that the seal may have been altered, and he was transported somewhere else. But a different planet seemed impossible.
"Young man?" the skinny man asked, interrupting Eichi's thoughts.
Just as he looked at the inspector, Eichi made a plus sign and created two clones due to low chakra levels. He used the remaining chakra to execute a variation of the Headhunter Jutsu to escape. But before he could make his move, bandages wrapped around his hands, stopping him in his tracks, and strong hands placed him on the ground. "Please, young man, don't move," said the big man restraining him.
"Aizawa-kun, what brings you here?" inquired the detective, giving a wary look at Eichi.
"I came to get some answers," replied Aizawa, looking slightly drowsy.
Before the inspector could respond, Eichi interrupted with a grave announcement. "The assailant is here. He entered the building a moment ago and is making his way up."
The inspector let out a sigh. "Are you trying to divert our attention now that you've been caught?"
Eichi shook his head, and spoke, "One of them is here, whether you want it or not."
Eichi has sensed the faint trace of wind Chakra entering his sensing perimeter, and he was sure as hell that it was an enemy, as those guys there has not much chakra than civilian, in exemption to the big guy, although he has as much chakra as a Normal Chunin.
The detective frowned, he turned sharply to the big men, "he is telling the truth." he spoke gravely.
'So he has those Yamanaka like abilities huh, still weird I am not in the elemental nation anymore." though Eichi as he gazed with a bored expression the adulates before the door flung open.
"The autopsy section has been breached!" Yelled one of the blue looking men.
"The autopsy room has been breached!"
As the policemen uttered those words, the detective snapped to Eichi and demanded, urgency clear in his voice, "Are they here for you?"
Eichi, although tired, managed a smirk before replying, "Maybe, maybe not."
"I need answers, boy," the tall man demanded, clearly not taking a joke as an answer.
Eichi, despite the clear danger he was in, didn't feel as if he should be worried. After all, the heir was safe, taken by the woman who would take better care of the baby than he ever could. However, he still had business to finish with the shinobi.
"He is here to either finish his job or dispose of his comrade. Or simply both." At his last statement, he shrugged. Either way, he would take care of it whether these people wanted it or not.
At that moment, the skinny guy moved to the door, gesturing to take Eichi out. "All right, young man, you need to go and let the pros take care of it," he commanded, his words carrying the weight of authority. Eichi guessed he was a jonin of this country.
Eichi, however, thought of him as a flashy fool, thinking that a real shinobi was just a run-of-the-mill criminal.
He sighed, standing up slowly, his smile stretching dangerously, and said, "Nah, I don't think I will."
At that moment, the Eichi standing before them burst into smoke, surprising everyone inside the interrogation room.
Without wasting any time, the skinny man bolted through the door, while Aizawa didn't move a muscle, staring at the place where Eichi had been standing.
While Aizawa was lost in thought, the detective brought him back to reality, "Aizawa! I thought you had him immobilized!"
Slowly, Aizawa turned to the detective with his eyes wide. He stuttered, "I-I don't know! I clearly immobilized him! It could be he has a teleportation quirk-"
Stopping himself mid-sentence, he recalled the fight that happened, the ability to use clones by those individuals was stated, but unfortunately forgotten. Another bad score on his file, feeling the headache coming a mile away.
He sighed, shaking his head as he massaged his temple. Suddenly, he got to the door, responding to the detective, "He has the ability to use clones of himself. He must have created one when the smoke filled the room."
Without letting the detective collect his thoughts, he rushed to the autopsy room, fearing for the kid's life.
However, he couldn't shake off the lingering image of the teen bombing himself to take another guy with him.
Flashback*
As Aizawa arrived at the battlefield, he couldn't help but feel dread as he looked at the state of the area where the individuals were fighting.
Looking intently, he could spot a teen in his late teens fighting off four individuals.
As unbelievable as the scene might be, what struck him was the military-like uniform worn by those individuals, each having different symbols on the iron plate placed on their forehead.
At that moment, he heard his superior speak, "What in the hell is... happening."
Aizawa, agreeing with him, muttered, "He... he is a kid, fighting off four adults."
At that statement, Edgeshot frowned, his expression dark. He said, "From the look of it, this is a case involving 'child soldiers.'
We need to take a closer look." He turned abruptly to Aizawa and spoke gravely, "Capture of these individuals is of the highest priority. We may have a criminal organization capable of slipping through the association's radars on our hands."