Spending Like Crazy

As early as five years ago, the transmigration system in Yota's mind had already been fully charged.

However, Yota had only been an ordinary five-year-old child back then. He had not even refined Chakra yet. If he used that ability to transmigrate, unless he ended up in a peaceful country comparable to modern society with a complete social welfare system, it would probably be even more dangerous than the shinobi world!

After all, in Konoha, he had a legitimate identity. As a war orphan, someone had always taken care of him. He could attend the Ninja Academy for free, gain the strength to protect himself, and face no real danger. At least before the Nine-Tails' Rampage, Konoha had never truly been breached by its enemies.

Under those circumstances, Yota naturally had no intention of transmigrating just to seek thrills. He had already learned from the system that, aside from this trip to the Naruto World being a soul transmigration—or perhaps a transmigration into his counterpart—every other trip would involve his actual body!

What could a five-year-old child even do after transmigrating to another world? Did people really think that everyone in the shinobi world was Kakashi Hatake or Itachi Uchiha, going to war at four and graduating from the Ninja Academy at five?

Back when it had taken him half a year just to refine Chakra, and he had discovered that his talent was merely average, Yota had already given up on dreams of being a genius.

Forget genius Kakashi Hatake or dead-last Obito Uchiha—he was not even as gifted as that plot-device character, Rin Nohara! That girl had been able to perform an eye-transplant surgery at twelve or thirteen. Her talent was leagues above his. He could not even guarantee that his Medical Ninjutsu would reach that level by the time he was twenty or thirty!

In Kakashi's class, anyone who had appeared in the manga was an elite of the Ninja Academy! Even Guy, who seemed so unreliable, ranked among the top three in taijutsu in the entire academy. Otherwise, he would never have gotten into the elite class!

So all these years, Yota had been quietly keeping his head down in the Ninja Academy. He had already mapped out his life: graduate from the academy at twelve, become a Medical-nin with relatively low risk, muddle through this war in the rear camp, and when he was fifteen or sixteen, around the time Konoha was due to face the Nine-Tails' Attack, he would transmigrate directly to the New World.

By the time he was fifteen or sixteen, his strength should be close to that of a chunin, and his Medical Ninjutsu would definitely surpass anything in modern society. As long as he did not land in a lawless world like Biohazard, he could live quite well anywhere.

After all, he had no ambitions of conquering the world. If all he wanted was to live well, the strength of a chunin was enough in the vast majority of worlds.

Unfortunately, this early graduation had disrupted Yota's plans. He did not want to become cannon fodder on the shinobi battlefield.

Unlike his classmates, Yota had seriously calculated the battlefield survival rate. It was hard to say for the elite class, but among the ordinary-class students who had graduated the year before him, roughly twenty percent had been killed or maimed in their first year, while around fifty percent had gone missing.

Well, the ninja village would not report death rates, so Yota could only call those classmates who could not be found "missing." Looking on the bright side, perhaps those missing people had joined Root or Anbu?

Of course, it was actually impossible for ordinary-class students to join Root or Anbu after only one year of graduation—Root and Anbu had standards too. Trash who had not even reached chunin level was not qualified to be a disposable operative!

So the so-called missing rate was really no different from the death rate.

And that was only the first year. By the time the war ended a few years later, it would already be a blessing if ten percent remained with all their limbs intact!

Although he was a transmigrator and ranked fairly well among the ordinary class, he was no different from an ant on the battlefield.

Anything could happen on a battlefield. Unless someone from the elite class received special treatment from the higher-ups or possessed jonin-level strength, the tiny differences in strength among ordinary shinobi meant nothing. More often than not, survival came down entirely to luck.

At that moment, upon hearing the news of their early graduation, every student in the classroom began talking at once. After the teacher finished speaking, he started handing out Shinobi Headbands to the fourth-year students. Yota gave a bitter smile and reached out to accept his.

Although he had decided to leave the Naruto World for the time being, there was no need to leave in such a hurry. At the very least, he needed to go home and pack his things.

Besides, even after becoming genin, they would still need one or two months of mission-based acclimation before heading to the battlefield. If they sent this group of newly graduated, completely inexperienced genin straight to war, a single large-scale ninjutsu from the enemy would wipe them all out.

Konoha was indeed sending these genin to the battlefield as cannon fodder, but they at least had to be cannon fodder capable of easing the pressure on the battlefront. If one large-scale ninjutsu could sweep down an entire group, then no matter how wealthy or populous Konoha was, it could not afford such losses.

During those one or two months, the Ninja Academy students would follow chunin instructors to learn combat experience and basic techniques. They would also clear out bandits and mountain brigands in the Land of Fire. Once they had seen blood, they could go to the battlefield.

After the academy teacher dismissed class and announced that they would be assigned to teams tomorrow, Yota hurried home.

Yota's original home had been a standard detached house, perfect for a family of three. But for the ten-year-old he was now, it had been far too large and difficult to keep clean.

So he later rented an apartment and sold his detached house, gaining a large sum of money in exchange.

In Yota's view, if he did not die during a mission, then after graduating from the Ninja Academy at twelve and becoming a real adult a few years later, he would probably earn enough to buy another detached house—even if he did not transmigrate elsewhere. Being a shinobi involved enormous risks to one's life, but the income was absolutely high.

In Naruto, one ryo was worth roughly ten yen. In other words, two ryo equaled one yuan. Considering the rewards for those missions, even ordinary genin definitely counted as high-income earners.

It was a profession with such a high death rate. If the pay were any lower, no one would be willing to do it.

Back to the point: Yota had barely spent the money he got from selling the detached house. At most, he had used some of it to buy medicine to improve his training efficiency.

Of course, the results had not been particularly good. His father had only been an ordinary Medical-nin, and the prescriptions he left behind were far inferior to those possessed by the truly great clans. They were better than nothing, at most.

As for the remaining large sum of money, now was the time to truly put it to use.

Exploding Tags, Soldier Pills, steel wire made from special metals, a Wakizashi mixed with a small amount of Chakra Metal, combat gear with a certain degree of protective capability—since time was running out, Yota naturally began spending like crazy.

His extravagant spending was not particularly unusual. This was especially true for orphaned shinobi about to head to the battlefield. With no family to support, money was certainly less important than their lives, so Yota did not draw anyone else's attention in Konoha.