In broad daylight, to avoid being noticed by the villagers,Uchiha Hikaru picked Tsunade up and began using the Body Flicker Technique repeatedly, flashing through the hidden corners of Konoha.
Ah~ having more chakra really does bring confidence. If you have chakra and know ninjutsu, why not use it?
Besides, a night of spring is worth a thousand ryo. It might not be midnight, but as long as Uchiha Hikaru and Tsunade want it—any time can be night.
After returning to the room, he tossed Tsunade onto the bed and drew the curtains shut.
With Tsunade's surprised gasp, the battle began.
An hour later.
Uchiha Hikaru lay contentedly with Tsunade wrapped in his arms, lighting a cigarette in silence.
He smacked his lips.
Tsk. The flavor was strange—not nearly as good as from his past life.
Currently in Sage Mode, Hikaru suddenly thought of a brilliant way to make money.
In his previous life, the tobacco industry alone had supported the entire defense budget of the Dragon Nation. In the high-pressure environment of the ninja world, it was no different.
Most shinobi lived under the constant shadow of death. Missions were life-or-death, filled with pressure.
If he marketed this stuff properly... he could be richer than a Daimyo in no time.
Hikaru acted as soon as the idea struck him, delivering a sharp slap to Tsunade's Ass.
"Smack!"
It Jigggeld
"What the hell was that for~!?"
Tsunade, body aching and nerves worn, had just been introduced to an entirely new world of techniques by Uchiha Hikaru's very diverse experience.
She was just beginning to catch her breath and drift in the afterglow when the sudden smack jolted her again.
The sensation sparked something familiar in her.
With a grunt, she pushed herself out of Hikaru's arms.
"Where did you learn all this weird stuff? I'm not doing this again—I need actual rest."
Hikaru blinked, surprised, then looked at his hand awkwardly.
Wait… that wasn't what I meant…
He waved it casually in front of her, trying to clarify.
"No, no, I just came up with a business idea. Something to make money."
"Money?"
Tsunade, instantly intrigued, rolled herself back into his embrace with a flick of her wrist. Her golden eyes shimmered with ryo-hungry curiosity.
"What kind of idea!? Take me with you! I need money—how else am I supposed to have fun at the casino?!"
Hikaru smacked her again.
Tsunade's body gave a little twitch.
"I'm thinking… a tobacco factory."
He then launched into the details of his grand plan.
They discussed the logistics, scale, and profits—talking of ventures worth billions. By the end of it, Tsunade's appetite for ryo had been thoroughly whetted.
The restructuring of Konoha's upper leadership had triggered a total reshuffling of power among the major clans.
After Uchiha Hikaru assumed the position of Hokage's assistant, he passed the role of Deputy Director of the Konoha Police Force to Uchiha Inahiko.
Truthfully, he'd initially wanted to give it to Itachi—but the guy had become so annoying.
With a cold face and that stiff expression, Itachi had muttered, "Don't expect me to work for you for free." That attitude seriously pissed Hikaru off.
Wasn't he supposed to be the aloof, emotionally-repressed prodigy?
Now he was acting like some stubborn old man.
It wasn't just Itachi, either. A lot of younger Uchiha had started mimicking him—right down to the clothes and mannerisms.
Blue combat uniform, white sash, long spiky hair.
Some boys even went to local salons to get their hair styled just like Hikaru's, abandoning their previous sleek styles for something more wild and pointed.
Even worse—civilians in Konoha and other ninja who admired Uchiha Hikaru were copying him too.
But sadly, none could truly match the majesty of Hikaru's perfect, hedgehog-style hair.
Hikaru's look was pure natural brilliance. The others? Without two pounds of hair gel and the hands of a chakra-level barber, they couldn't even come close.
Soon, hair salons across the village became overwhelmed.
Not from lack of business—but because everyone started saying the same thing:
"I won't go to a salon that doesn't do thorny hair!"
In the midst of this frenzy, a particularly crafty Uchiha civilian—Uchiha Shamatte—came up with a bold idea.
He ran straight to Hikaru's house and presented it with glowing eyes.
"Lord Hikaru! I want to open an Uchiha-exclusive salon!"
"I want your personal endorsement—please!"
Hikaru had just opened the door, still bleary-eyed from sleep.
The boy standing in front of him had the exact same spiky hairstyle.
But something about the kid's vibe gave Hikaru a strange, uneasy feeling.
Still—he didn't think much of it.
"Sure, whatever. Go ahead."
He gave permission without even asking for the guy's name.
A few days later, while walking down a street not far from the Hokage Building, Hikaru noticed a new salon had opened.
Its name stopped him cold.
"Shamatte Hair Salon."
For a second, Hikaru felt like he'd been hurled back to the 2008.
No wonder he'd been spotting Uchiha kids with all kinds of bizarre hairstyles lately—they were all coming from here?
Out of sheer curiosity (and half-hoping to find a fellow Transmigrator), Hikaru stepped inside.
Colorful lights flickered from the ceiling, a glowing disco ball spun above. Sofas lined the walls, packed with teenage boys.
And then—two familiar faces.
Hikaru walked over and tapped one of them on the shoulder.
"Jiraiya? Why the hell did you bring Naruto here?"
Hearing Hikaru's voice, Naruto leapt up and shouted enthusiastically.
"Big bro Hikaru! You're here too?!"
"Are you getting your hair done like yours too?!"
Hikaru blinked.
…Huh?
Me? Get my haircut?
But… if I change my hairstyle, even if it still looks like my style, doesn't that mean it's no longer my style?
Am I getting my style cut into my style, or cutting it into something else that looks like my style?
He violently shook his head.
Damn it. This is what happens when I let Naruto talk too long—my IQ takes critical damage.
At that moment, another excited voice called out.
"Lord Hikaru! It's me! Remember me?"
A bright-faced teen with spiky hair identical to Hikaru's stepped in front of him.
Hikaru squinted.
He looked vaguely familiar…
Then it hit him.
"You… you're that kid who came to my house the other day, right?"
"Your name was… what again?"
Uchiha Shamatte grinned, gave a confident thumbs-up, and pointed at his chest.
"Lord Hikaru! The shop's named after me—I'm Uchiha Shamatte!"
Hikaru immediately facepalmed.
He closed his eyes.
…Heaven take me.
Tch. The old memories were bubbling up again.
He forced himself to clear his mind, silencing the intrusive BGM playing in his head.
I should've known…
Of course there wouldn't be any other transmigrators around here.
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