"I don't use any skincare products. This is natural!"
Pakura lifted her chin with pride. She, Pakura, would never rely on those trivial little things.
"That's such a pity—ah, no, I mean it's a pity there aren't such good skincare products,"
Tamura Zairo said with regret.
If something like that really existed, it would definitely be a lucrative business—perfect for selling directly to nobles and wealthy merchants.
But on second thought, if such miraculous skincare products truly existed, those merchants would have monopolized them long ago. It wouldn't be his turn.
"If I want to make money in the beauty industry, I'll still have to start from medical ninjutsu—especially something like the Yin Seal. No need to find a spokesperson either, just invite Tsunade directly."
Thinking of the eternally youthful Tsunade-hime, Tamura Zairo found himself deeply coveting her medical skills and that Yin Seal.
"I won't disturb you on your way to the Raikage Tower."
He didn't say much more. Talking with these three right now wouldn't achieve anything—his own strength was still far too weak to act on any ideas.
That said, he did have thoughts about them.
He needed to change the plot and seize fate power to fuel his golden finger and accelerate his cultivation. These three were excellent targets.
For example:
changing Karura's death, castrating Rasa—or simply chopping him outright—erasing the birth of Gaara and his siblings entirely. Pakura's fate could also be altered.
That would definitely bring in a huge profit.
"Is he a new-generation genius of Kumogakure?"
Watching the boy leave, Rasa—who had remained silent the entire time—finally asked.
From the way that boy interacted with the Raikage's son, their relationship was clearly close. Anyone who could be friends with the Raikage's son was definitely not ordinary.
"A-Zairo's ninja talent is pretty average, but he's very interesting. Being friends with him is quite enjoyable,"
Night Moon Ai shook his head and didn't explain further.
Ninja intelligence wasn't something that could be shared casually—especially not information about someone as important as A-Zairo.
In truth, Ai had noticed Tamura Zairo long ago, but hadn't greeted him initially because there were outsiders present. If A-Zairo hadn't looked over and drawn their attention, Ai wouldn't have said a word.
As for talent—A-Zairo really was average. At least, his chakra talent was undeniably poor. Ai wasn't lying.
Hearing that his talent was ordinary, the three from Sunagakure immediately lost interest.
For ninjas, strength was fundamental. Without talent, one wouldn't amount to much—especially with another great ninja war looming, destined to be brutally cruel. Only the strong would survive that storm of blood and death.
Night Moon Ai, however, felt regret.
Regret for his junior brother.
A-Zairo's comprehension and perseverance were both outstanding, but his chakra talent dragged him down far too much.
Chakra was the foundation of a ninja. This flaw would severely limit A-Zairo's future ceiling.
Even if they used secret medicines to enhance A-Zairo's physique and indirectly increase his bodily life force, there was still a limit.
To truly solve A-Zairo's chakra deficiency, they would have to find another way.
What a headache.
Meanwhile, Tamura Zairo wandered around for a bit before returning home, continuing to cultivate Lightning Release's nature transformation while waiting for that person from last time to appear.
After devouring those Sharingan, the Kaguya phantom now had a three-tomoe Sharingan on its forehead.
Once he obtained a suitable tailed-beast sealing technique from the Uzumaki clan, he should be able to indirectly gain the Sharingan's power—at the very least, improving his dynamic vision wouldn't be a problem.
A tailed-beast sealing technique didn't completely lock the beast inside the body. Instead, it left a "gap," allowing the tailed beast's chakra to be drawn out and linked—or even fused—with the jinchūriki's chakra.
That was how a jinchūriki could borrow a tailed beast's power and eventually become a perfect jinchūriki.
He needed the same kind of sealing technique—to move the Kaguya phantom out of the mental space and maintain a continuous connection to its power.
And if he wanted to scheme for Uzumaki sealing techniques, reporting intelligence to Danzō was the key—and also the starting point.
Of course, he didn't just stay cooped up at home cultivating.
He would occasionally go out to eat, get some fresh air, or visit his teacher Fukai to ask questions about cultivation and engage in sparring.
His combat experience was also lacking, something that could only be improved through actual combat.
Fortunately, the comprehension boost from his golden finger could also be applied here, allowing his combat experience to grow rapidly—so much so that even Fukai was repeatedly amazed.
"A-Zairo-kun!"
One evening, while Tamura Zairo was strolling through the snack street, a gentle voice suddenly came from the side.
"Miss Karura? You haven't returned yet?"
Turning his head, he saw Karura, with Rasa and Pakura beside her.
Naturally, there were definitely ANBU shinobi secretly monitoring them. The village wouldn't relax its vigilance toward foreign ninja envoys.
After all, a ninja village was essentially a military organization full of secrets.
And at its core, ninja warfare was information warfare. Gathering intelligence was a ninja's instinct—Kumogakure would never allow foreign ninja to freely probe its secrets.
"We need to rest here for a few days,"
Karura replied.
Her voice was as gentle as her temperament and appearance, making it very pleasant to hear.
"That makes sense. The Land of Wind is quite far from the Land of Lightning. You must've relied on soldier pills the whole way here."
"Would you like me to guide you to try some of Kumogakure's food? Our beef and alcohol from the Land of Lightning are excellent. You could even take some beef jerky and liquor back as gifts for friends and family."
Tamura Zairo spoke with understanding and introduced their local specialties.
He had a deep impression of Karura—not because she was Gaara's mother, but because she had a younger brother named Yashamaru.
One of the two greatest "trap" characters in the ninja world—the other being Haku.
Both had looks and personalities more feminine than most women. Put them in women's clothing and they could devastate entire regions, bending countless clueless netizens—including his past self.
He had even looked them up online in his previous life just to confirm they were male, nearly falling into depression afterward.
"We were actually thinking the same thing,"
Karura smiled so brightly her eyes curved like crescent moons.
She really did want to bring back some specialties from the Land of Lightning and Kumogakure. After all, this place was incredibly far from the Land of Wind, and many things here were new and fascinating to her.
"Did you bring enough money for this trip?"
Tamura Zairo asked.
He didn't want some awkward, melodramatic situation to occur.
He had a favorable impression of Karura. Seeing her blonde hair and gentle demeanor inevitably reminded him of that girl he had once met in Root.
Sure enough, blonde-haired girls were all gentle.
Of course—one notorious gambling addict was the exception.
"Enough,"
Rasa finally spoke, his tone brimming with absolute confidence.
Tamura Zairo found that confidence perfectly understandable.
After all, this was the legendary "gold miner" of Naruto fanfiction—the man who could single-handedly prop up an entire village's economy.
He was quite curious about that Gold Dust–type Magnet Release. It was simply too extravagant.
"Good. As the saying goes, you get what you pay for—the expensive stuff is usually the good stuff."
"Come on, I'll take you to the best hotpot place in Kumogakure. Let's eat to our hearts' content."
With that, Tamura Zairo beckoned to the three of them and headed toward the gourmet entertainment city he had opened himself.
Relying on sheer spending power and the many culinary ideas from his past life, he had quickly opened the market here.
He didn't know exact recipes—only concepts. But by having chef-ninjas research and develop them, it was more than enough to utterly crush this world's food culture.
Starting from Little Fatty Beef Hotpot, all the profits were reinvested into developing and perfecting the entertainment city.
Now, it was basically complete.
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