In the end, Han Wu still failed to get any information about the rogue ninja from the Fat Merchant.
Because the Fat Merchant knew full well.
If he fell out with Han Wu, at most he would lose five portions of Intelligent Giant Spinal Fluid.
But if he fell out with those rogue ninja, he would lose his life.
Seeing that his questions had yielded nothing, Han Wu stopped wasting time.
He took the box containing the Spinal Fluid from his pocket and handed it to the Fat Merchant.
The unease in the Fat Merchant's heart finally subsided.
"With these two million ryo, I want you to do me a favor," Han Wu said.
The Fat Merchant immediately looked wary.
"What favor? Let me make this clear first: if it's too dangerous, I won't take it." Though the Fat Merchant had not known Han Wu for long, his sharp merchant's instincts constantly warned him not to provoke Han Wu, or he might face consequences he could not bear.
Han Wu smiled. "It's nothing dangerous. I want to hone my strength recently, so I need a few teachers to guide me through actual combat. Can you find Jonin?"
The Fat Merchant did not doubt him after hearing that.
For ninja, finding Jonin to help guide their training was quite common.
Normally, they would ask their own teachers or family members to supervise them.
There truly were not many people like Han Wu, who wanted to hire someone with money.
But it was not unheard of.
After all, not every ninja had a teacher or relative who had become a Jonin.
"I have channels, but the price may be rather steep," the Fat Merchant said.
"How steep?" Han Wu asked. He truly had no relevant memories regarding the price of hiring Jonin.