Jiraiya's face was pale. He held a bottle of milk in his hand, leaned against the wall, and walked out shakily.
"How much did you sell?" Nagato looked at Jiraiya's condition in shock and said, "Why are you so weak all of a sudden?"
If he remembered correctly, selling chakra had requirements!
Basically, selling a few trillion units of chakra wouldn't pose any danger to the body.
But...
This conman in front of him...
Seemed a bit weak!
Could it be that he was just a genin who couldn't handle selling a few trillion units of chakra?
Nagato looked at Jiraiya with disdain.
After all...
Despite his young age, he was an active participant in selling chakra in the Land of Whirlpools!
The chakra in his body was simply too abundant. Rather than wasting it, it was better to sell it. Not only could he earn money, but he could also contribute to the nation.
So...
Nagato really didn't have much hope now.
He just wanted this conman to return his 5,000 ryo. As for the rest...
He might as well ask Brother Jun directly.
"Hahaha." Jiraiya laughed loudly, his face pale and green, as he planted his hands on his hips. "Not much, really not much."
"That little bit of chakra is nothing to the Toad Sage like me."
It was just that after extracting all of it, he felt a bit weak...
Jiraiya touched his now thicker wallet, and his heart settled.
It seemed the Toad Sage had money for research materials again.
Then...
He unscrewed the milk given to him by the Chakra Center and drank it all in one go.
He...
Needed to replenish his energy!
"Now that you have money," Nagato said, looking at Jiraiya drinking milk with disdain, "shouldn't you return my 5,000 ryo?"
Otherwise...
I'll have to report you to the police.
"Hahaha." Jiraiya casually tossed the empty milk bottle into the nearby trash can and laughed it off. "No rush."
"First, let this sage take you to train."
"After all..."
"This is a training method passed down by the God of Shinobi."
"5,000 ryo isn't expensive at all!"
Want the money back??
Dream on. Once it enters the Toad Sage's pocket, there's no way it's coming out.
Consider it an investment in my future great masterpiece!
Jiraiya patted Nagato's shoulder, squinted his eyes, and said with a smile, "This is a rare opportunity. Let me pass this thousand-year-old training method to you now."
"Don't be too moved!"
"If I remember correctly," Nagato frowned and said, "the God of Shinobi hasn't lived for a thousand years, right?"
Then...
He looked up at Jiraiya suspiciously...
"You're not planning to keep my money, are you??"
Currently, the number of immigrants in the Land of Whirlpools is quite high.
Uzumaki Jun stroked his chin as he looked at the documents in his hand and sighed. "It seems the land reclamation project needs to be accelerated!"
Although he had set purchase conditions—people without Whirlpool citizenship couldn't buy property in the Land of Whirlpools—housing prices wouldn't fluctuate too drastically.
With the influx of immigrants coming to the Land of Whirlpools for work, the demand for rentals was gradually increasing. Although he had already asked his father to construct more high-rise buildings...
This was an inevitable part of urbanization. In the future, most housing would become high-rises, which could increase the number of available units to some extent. However...
Once the population grew, no matter how tall the buildings became, the per capita living space would still decrease.
After all...
Humans still needed sufficient living space.
"I wonder how Chiro's research is going?" Uzumaki Jun put down the documents and muttered. "I hope it progresses quickly."
Because Sasori had arrived these past few days, he had given Chiro and his partner a few days off to spend time with him.
After all...
What he needed was a psychologically healthy, complete Sasori, not an artist.
At the same time, he had also told Chiro...
Don't teach puppetry—it's a dead end. If you want to play with something, play with Gundams!!
But...
Right now, they still didn't know what Gundams were...
"It seems I'll have to exchange the Gundam anime later," Uzumaki Jun said with emotion. "It's time to slowly introduce entertainment options."
The current entertainment options in the Land of Whirlpools were far too limited.
Basically, at night, people either ate ramen, went to barbecue restaurants to drink, or...
Went home to make babies.
Although this was beneficial for increasing the native population, it wasn't sustainable in the long run!
So...
Some form of entertainment was necessary, not only to enrich people's lives but also to reduce social conflicts.
After all, if everyone had something to do, they wouldn't overthink things.
Working all day and making babies under constant stress could easily lead to mental health issues.
At the same time, with the growing population, the chakra extracted in the Land of Whirlpools was becoming insufficient to meet daily needs. Therefore, he had also established a Chakra Extraction Center to allow foreign shinobi to contribute to chakra extraction.
For now...
The Land of Whirlpools still hadn't found a way to extract chakra from the environment.
So, the only source was shinobi themselves, and extraction could only occur with the individual's consent.
"Immigrants must be thoroughly screened," Uzumaki Jun said to Uzumaki Hibiki in front of him. "We must ensure social stability within the country."
"I've already arranged for it," Uzumaki Hibiki nodded. "But Chief Muroto Jōmon said the police force is severely understaffed and asked if we could recruit more officers."
"Is that so?" Uzumaki Jun frowned in thought and said, "Fine, let Chief Muroto Jōmon handle it."
"But remember..."
"Background checks must be strict."
With the population increase, the current police force was indeed insufficient.
However...
No matter what, the police department was an administrative body of the Land of Whirlpools, so recruitment had to be cautious. Otherwise, what if they ended up hiring shinobi from other villages?
"I'll inform Chief Muroto Jōmon," Uzumaki Hibiki nodded. "We won't let any suspicious individuals slip through."
"The final destination of this voyage, the Land of Whirlpools, has been reached. Please disembark in an orderly manner, pay attention to safety, avoid crowding and trampling, and keep your valuables with you. Finally, we wish you a pleasant journey."
"Are we here?" Roshi opened his eyes and muttered. "According to what the crew members said earlier, we'll need to apply for an entry permit after disembarking."
What a strange thing.
In all his years of wandering through different countries, he had never heard of such a thing.
Roshi stood up, grabbed his luggage bag, and walked off the ship. Seeing the line forming, he joined the queue and waited patiently.
As a shinobi...
He had to follow the rules.
As the people ahead completed their procedures, it was soon Roshi's turn.
Noticing that the Land of Whirlpools wasn't arresting shinobi from other villages, Roshi stepped forward...
"Name?" The Uzu-nin sitting at the desk, holding a pen and writing on a document, asked indifferently.
"Roshi," Roshi replied.
"Age."
"Gender."
"..."
After answering some basic questions,
The Uzu-nin looked up at Roshi, paused, then frowned and said coldly, "Iwa-nin..."
"Four-Tails Jinchūriki?!"
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