In the world of Naruto, the strongest are definitely ninjas.
But the richest? That's not necessarily true.
Ninjas don't engage in productive work, and their numbers are far fewer than ordinary people. This world is nominally still managed by ordinary people. Merchants, nobles, the money in their hands may not be less than that of ninjas.
And in this town,
The head of the Kitahara family, Kitahara Yuuki, who held the highest status and was also the richest, was enjoying his dinner.
He was already over fifty years old.
He was very old and haggard.
His face was covered in wrinkles, but he naturally possessed a sense of authority, perhaps stemming from his exquisite clothing, or perhaps from the wealth and power he held in his hands.
Suddenly,
With a soft 'bang', a person abruptly appeared in front of him.
"Who is it?"
Several figures rushed over in an instant.
Those were the ninjas employed by the Kitahara family.
Xin was completely unfazed, merely chanting in his mind.
"Exchange, Mirror Dimension."
In an instant, a profound atmosphere rapidly spread, and an invisible barrier enveloped him and the Kitahara family.
A magic from Doctor Strange, opening a small space for ten minutes, cost two thousand transaction points.
But the effect was excellent.
The ninjas outside suddenly stopped.
Each of them wore an expression of surprise and doubt, looking around as if they saw nothing, despite being so close.
This sudden change made Kitahara Yuuki stand up abruptly, his eyes wide. His two sons were even worse, trembling and backing away. One screamed and yelled, while the other at least knew to stand in front of his father.
"Hello."
Xin had changed into a neat tailcoat, holding a small, exquisite wand in his hand. He smiled faintly and greeted the father and two sons before him.
"What's going on?"
"Did you do this?"
"Who are you, what do you want to do!?"
Although Kitahara Yuuki didn't speak, his tense body and slightly trembling hands showed that he was frightened by this strange scene.
The ninjas outside, including the one said to be a Jonin retainer, seemed to have noticed nothing and left after a moment.
Although he didn't know how the person in front of him did it,
There was no doubt.
This was someone he couldn't resist.
"Allow me to introduce myself," Xin bowed gracefully. "I am a merchant, a merchant who sells special goods."
He gently waved the cane in his hand.
Ten small Mystery Box were silently placed in front of them.
"I think... you might be interested in my goods, Mr. Kitahara," Xin's lips curved into a smile.
"Merchant?"