A few days later, in the study of the Uchiha Clan Head's home.
"I'm not studying anymore! I'm going out to have fun!"
"No, dear Shin, today is the last day. Can you give your father some face?"
"I don't want to! The old man's only bullying me so hard because he knows I'm still young!"
"Shh, keep it down. If your father hears you, you'll have to stay here for a few more days."
The Uchiha mother and son were engaged in a fierce argument before the desk.
"It's already been so many days. Would that old man really dare complain if I missed one day?" Shin snapped the scroll shut indignantly.
"Did you forget how your father chased you around the clan grounds like a dog that day? Who was it that said he'd behave from now on?"
Aoko rubbed her youngest son's head like he was a puppy and spoke earnestly.
Shin slapped away his mother's mischievous hand and retorted excitedly, "He wasn't chasing me around! He was the one running after me like a rabid dog all night!"
"Be good. Once your father approves your trip tomorrow, I'll take you to see the goldfish."
"No. As a cute and charming villain, how could I surrender just like that?" Shin firmly believed he could not let the old man have his way.
"Pfft... Cute and charming? You're killing me, hahaha..."
Aoko seemed to find nothing wrong with Shin casting himself as the villain.
Back when she was young, she apparently lacked that same self-awareness.
"Enough, I'm sneaking out!"
Shin got up and tried to make a run for it, only for Aoko to scoop him into her arms. "Little Shin, tell Mommy what you're going out for. I don't believe someone who stayed cooped up for five years can't endure even one week."
Shin pursed his lips in his mother's embrace. As expected, experience wins out.
He quickly wriggled free and went to the bookshelf, where he took down several scrolls.
Aoko watched him in confusion, but an ominous feeling rose in her heart.
With a smack, Shin unleashed the Konoha Office Style: Desk Clearing Technique.
After sweeping the excess scrolls from the desk onto the floor, he opened the scrolls in his hands and displayed them before his mother.
Aoko looked closely and saw all kinds of design blueprints, complete with the dimensions and assembly methods for separate components.
"What do you think, Mother? The results I came up with over the past few days aren't bad, right?" Shin stood with his hands on his hips, his face brimming with pride.
Aoko put down the scrolls, turned to look at Shin, then picked them up again and studied them several more times with lingering confusion.
Shin, still standing with his hands on his hips, felt rather conflicted.
He had only acted a little too much like a genius. Was there really any need to be this suspicious?
Aoko seemed to have finally convinced herself that he really was a genius.
At last, she smiled faintly and praised him. "I don't really understand the principles behind these things, but if they work as described here, then they certainly deserve praise."
Shin could not help getting excited. "Then can I go find a blacksmith and have these made?"
"Go ahead, but I have to come with you." Aoko was still worried that he would cause trouble once he got outside.
As for what the blueprints were, they were naturally household appliances Shin had designed using physics knowledge from his previous life—things like washing machines and microwave ovens.
What would power them? Definitely not love!
Ahem... In truth, he had designed a core scroll for storing and converting Chakra based on Chakra nature transformation.
The parts of the blueprints Aoko could not understand were the related formulas.
Shin did not know how to make the relevant scrolls, so he could only wait until he learned how or found someone qualified to handle it.
(And don't complain about the names of these appliances. How else would you readers understand what they are?)
The items in the blueprints did not use electrical energy.
For example, the washing machine used this kind of scroll to convert stored Chakra into Wind Release Chakra. The Wind Release Chakra then drove the precisely designed internal drum, ultimately washing the clothes.
The scroll could also convert Chakra into Fire Release Chakra to dry the clothes.
The microwave oven, meanwhile, used converted Lightning Release Chakra to heat food through electromagnetic force.
Originally, Shin had planned to tinker his way into making cars and airplanes too.
Unfortunately, the moment he tried to simulate the principles of an engine in his head, his brain crashed.
But he was not scared in the slightest. Ever heard of the Shadow Clone: Super Computer Technique?
Fortunately, he had transmigrated early. If he had arrived in Naruto's era, things like air conditioners, televisions, and game consoles would have already had their market monopolized by some bunch of uncouth brutes.
The Uchiha Ninja Tool Shop was the first choice for clan members buying ninja tools.
Outside the shop, the Uchiha mother and son were discussing whether they should acquire it.
Once the things in the blueprints were made, they could put them on Shopping Street and make a fortune.
"Why not merge all the clan's shops into one large group, then distribute shares to the clan members?"
Shin's proposal left Aoko utterly confused. "What group? What shares?"
The transmigrator began lamenting how wonderful this era was! If he had come ten or twenty years later, wouldn't all the ripe opportunities have already been harvested?
The great capitalist Shin began explaining the concepts of companies and groups to his mother, leaving her thoroughly bewildered.
"So, we turn the clan members' shops into companies, merge them into the clan's group, and then distribute shares to them?"
"But wouldn't our family make less money that way?" Aoko could not quite wrap her head around the distribution of shares.
As for those terms, she assumed her youngest son had simply made them up.
After all, he had always been weird and cryptic ever since he was little.
The Uchiha Clan Head's family had long since grown used to such unfamiliar terms.
So why distribute shares to the other clan members? Wouldn't it be better to keep everything for themselves?
The great capitalist Shin patiently explained, "Mother, keeping everything to ourselves is certainly great. But what happens if we give shares to the other clan members?"
"Wouldn't they work even harder? And if someone came to cause trouble, the clan members wouldn't let them off..."
"It would be like spending a little money to hire the entire clan as bodyguards!"
This time, Aoko understood. Wasn't that basically the same as the clan's system, except power had been replaced with money?
"Mother, I suggest that you serve as both chairwoman and general manager."
Shin was only five years old. There was no way the clan members would listen to him.
"Me? Can I really do it?" Aoko had no confidence in herself.
"What are you afraid of? Don't you still have me?" The great capitalist Shin made the final call. "Listen to me. Everyone listens to me!"
Mother and son exchanged smiles.
Wearing the same expression, they stepped into the Uchiha Ninja Tool Shop.
"Teoyaki, can you make the things in these blueprints?" Shin asked Teoyaki, who worked at the shop.
Naturally, he had not brought the assembly diagrams.
Teoyaki flipped through the blueprints first before replying, "Yes. The measurements are all so detailed..."
"It's just that making only one of each would cost quite a bit more, and it would take at least a month to finish."
"It's fine, Teoyaki. In a few days, my father will probably buy this shop." Shin looked outrageously rich.
"???" Teoyaki was full of confusion.
A few days ago, the clan head and his son had looked like they wanted to kill each other. Now, it seemed their relationship had somehow made up?
"Teoyaki, you'll be the store manager then!" Shin patted the still-confused Teoyaki on the shoulder.
"Is that really okay? I don't think my abilities are quite—"
"I don't care what you think. I think you can do it. Listen to me, it's decided!" Shin swiftly cut him off before he could finish.
The feeling left him immensely satisfied.
Watching the mother and son leave, Teoyaki could not help sighing at life's unpredictability.
One moment, he had been an employee. In a few days, he would become the store manager just like that?
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