Can a Child Really Write This Book?

After school.

Uzumaki Naruto smiled as he said goodbye to Little Hinata.

Instead of going home, he followed a secluded path to the Uchiha Clan compound at the edge of Konoha.

Unlike the Hyuga Clan, which was located near the center of Konoha, the Uchiha Clan's grounds stood at the very edge of the village.

Although it covered roughly the area of several dozen football fields and looked quite imposing, it was actually a sign of their exclusion.

"Could houses like these... sell for a lot of money?"

Uzumaki Naruto knocked on the gate.

With a creak, the gate opened, and a beautiful woman in a kimono stepped out.

"Little one, are you Uzumaki Naruto!?"

At the gate, Uchiha Mikoto asked gently.

Though her voice was gentle, Uchiha Mikoto could not help but smile bitterly as she looked at the boy before her.

She had only just learned that her two dear sons had lost one of their older brothers and their family home.

None of them had the nerve to come out. After passing the responsibility back and forth, they could only let her, a woman, receive Uzumaki Naruto.

Uzumaki Naruto smiled faintly and said:

"Aunt Mikoto, I'm Uzumaki Naruto. Please take care of me!"

Uchiha Mikoto: "..."

If you weren't here to take the house, I really would have liked you.

Uchiha Mikoto led Naruto into the living room.

There were already quite a few people in the living room.

Uchiha Fugaku, his face dark.

The trio of Uchiha Shisui, Uchiha Itachi, and Second Pillar, huddled like ostriches.

The Uchiha clansmen who had lost their homes because Uchiha Shisui and Uchiha Itachi had dragged them into this mess.

Seeing Uzumaki Naruto enter, the Uchiha clansmen present all began twitching at the corners of their mouths.

Damn it!!!

You really came here!!!

At least wait two days!!!

Are you really going to throw us out onto the streets!?

The Uchiha clansmen silently turned their gazes toward Uchiha Fugaku.

Their meaning was clear.

You're the Uchiha Clan's patriarch. Hurry up and think of something!!!

Uchiha Fugaku's expression darkened further as he glared fiercely at the trio of ostriches.

Turning to Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Fugaku coughed lightly and said, "Naruto, are you in such a hurry to move in?"

Uzumaki Naruto chuckled.

"This place is beautiful and impressive. It's who knows how many times better than my house, so I want to move in as soon as possible."

Uchiha Fugaku: "..."

The atmosphere fell into an awkward silence.

Uchiha Mikoto smiled bitterly, walked over to Uzumaki Naruto, crouched down, rubbed his hair, and said gently:

"Little Naruto, I'm truly sorry. This happened too suddenly, and Uncle and Auntie weren't prepared. Could you please wait for a while?"

Hearing his wife's words, Uchiha Fugaku blushed fiercely. As a grown man, he had actually made his wife plead for him.

How embarrassing, absolutely humiliating!!!

Uzumaki Naruto revealed a gentle smile and nodded slightly.

"Alright, then!"

"Since Aunt Mikoto has said so, I'll wait for a while. But... when can you give me the two hundred million Ryo!?"

Uchiha Fugaku: "..."

Uchiha Shisui: "..."

Uchiha Itachi: "..."

"..."

The three of them simultaneously looked toward Uchiha Mikoto with hopeful eyes.

Uchiha Mikoto could not help smiling bitterly again, but she could only say gently, "Little Naruto, that amount is a little too large. Could we delay it for a while as well?"

Uzumaki Naruto shook his head faintly to himself.

I knew it.

The Uchiha Clan was broke.

Or rather, most ninjas were broke. They simply could not save money, and whenever they had any, they thought about spending it.

Fortunately, he had never intended to get money from the Uchiha Clan anyway.

Uzumaki Naruto took out a book from his Ninja Tool Pouch and said with a smile, "You don't need to pay the one hundred and sixty million."

"But Brother Shisui and Brother Itachi will need to help me promote this book I wrote."

"As long as you sell five hundred thousand copies of this book, the debt will be forgiven. You'll have about ten years."

Uchiha Shisui and Uchiha Itachi's eyes lit up, and they eagerly agreed.

"Alright!"

"Leave it to us!"

Uchiha Mikoto picked up the book in mild surprise. After glancing at its title, she praised, "Taimanin. What a lovely name."

"I never expected Little Naruto to be so impressive, able to write books at such a young age."

"Let Auntie see how well you wrote it."

She opened the book.

Uchiha Mikoto: "..."

Uchiha Mikoto's face grew redder and redder, like two bright red apples.

"Mm!"

Uchiha Mikoto covered her mouth, not daring to continue reading. Blushing, she ran out of the living room.

Uchiha Fugaku was deeply puzzled.

Uchiha Shisui and Uchiha Itachi were also puzzled. Why had Mother reacted like that after reading the book written by that angelic little boy?

Uchiha Shisui picked up the book and began flipping through it.

Uchiha Itachi hurriedly leaned over.

"..."

Uchiha Shisui: "..."

Uchiha Itachi: "..."

"This..."

"This is..."

Uchiha Shisui and Uchiha Itachi's mouths went dry. The book in their hands seemed to have become a hot potato—neither holding it nor throwing it away felt right.

Damn, damn, damn!!!

Why!?

How could a little brat whose hair hadn't even grown in properly write something this explicit!?

Icha Icha Paradise was utterly pathetic compared to this, wasn't it!?

Could this really have been written by a six-year-old brat!?

Uchiha Itachi's expression darkened.

Especially when Uchiha Itachi remembered that his mother had read the book too, his expression darkened even further.

Uzumaki Naruto did not care much. He took forty million Ryo and left in style.

After Uzumaki Naruto left.

Uchiha Shisui and Uchiha Itachi slumped in their chairs, looking utterly hopeless.

"It's over!!!"

"We're dead!!!"