Damn it, what had started as a perfectly good sparring match had turned into a battle for dignity. To avoid becoming too famous at school, he had even brought out his ultimate move.
"It's nothing. Teacher Gojo, you can eat dust today."
"Eh! Why?"
"No reason. Teacher Gojo, just eat dust. You'll survive anyway..."
Tokyo, as Japan's most bustling area, naturally had no shortage of beautifully dressed women!
As a veteran pervert, Natsu Hiraku was unsurprisingly sighing over the beauty of the day.
He loved these leisurely grocery-shopping moments the most. If anyone asked why, it was because the beautiful women on the streets were especially pleasing to the eye.
But what was going on today? Why did there seem to be noticeably more people, all crowding toward the same place?
"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Takada's concert! We absolutely can't miss it! If we get there late, we won't even be able to get in!"
The passerby's words reached Natsu Hiraku's ears. He had just complained that it was a concert when, the next second, he realized something was wrong.
Takada's...
Concert...?
An idol!
Wasn't this a Todo Aoi trap?
Ever since Yaga Masamichi had mentioned the Kyoto Sister School Exchange Event, he had thought about how he would fight Todo Aoi if they met. After all, that guy was over six feet tall and packed with solid muscle. He could crush Natsu Hiraku in hand-to-hand combat alone.
Though there were still more than two months to go...
It didn't seem like that would change the outcome. Unless Yuta Okkotsu summoned Rika to slaughter everyone, Natsu Hiraku would be completely screwed.
He was thin, weak in cursed energy, and if one blast of fire didn't kill the enemy, he would be the one dead...
Damn it, Todo Aoi was practically his natural counter.
But no matter what, now was the best time to meet him. Once the concert ended, he might run into him at the Autograph Session. Before that, though, he should buy groceries first.
They had built up enough goodwill already. He had hugged all the right thighs. It was time to develop steadily.
What should they eat tonight?
"Sorry for the trouble, could you deliver these vegetables here? Yes, just call this number."
After buying the groceries, Natsu Hiraku watched the departing truck, stretched, and complained, "I'm exhausted. I shopped for two hours and spent nearly a hundred thousand yen. This should be enough for them to eat. The concert should be ending around now too, so I'll head over and take a look."
The moment Natsu Hiraku entered the concert venue, two security guards in suits stopped him.
"Sorry, please show your ticket. Without one, you are not permitted to enter."
The guards spoke clearly and politely, but if Natsu Hiraku had a ticket, he would have gone in to watch earlier. Why would he wait until it was nearly over?
"Sorry, I..."
Before Natsu Hiraku could finish, he looked into the guards' eyes, directly activated his Sharingan, and used genjutsu to shut down their minds for two seconds. Then he calmly walked inside.
He did feel a little guilty, though. They had treated him with utmost respect and even addressed him politely.
A normal person might have apologized, but what kind of person who could enter Jujutsu High was normal?
He didn't need any ticket at all. Failing to subdue even ordinary people would be an insult to the Sharingan.
Having successfully entered the concert venue, he followed the signs to Takada's Autograph Session.
The ordinary people inside had formed a long line. The excitement on their faces showed just how popular Takada was.
Natsu Hiraku merely stood there for two seconds without lining up before a passerby in line scolded him, "Get in line already! Don't think you can cut in just because you're a little handsome. We're all equal when it comes to stanning idols."
"..."
If I said I didn't come here to stan an idol, would you believe me?
Natsu Hiraku opened his mouth but had no idea how to explain it. In the end, he helplessly joined the long line.
He did not voice what he was thinking. This was Takada's event, after all. If he came in and said he wasn't here to stan her, he would probably get beaten to death by her die-hard fans...
Still, wasn't this line way too long? He had stanned idols before too, but all he had ever done was shout online:
"Jay Chou is awesome!!"
Waiting in line to stan an idol offline really was like being forced into the deep end. It was his first time in his life.
But since he was already here, how could he leave without meeting Todo Aoi, chatting about life philosophy, and finding some common ground?
He would first make himself familiar to Todo Aoi, so he would not get beaten up later. That guy's fists were no joke.
When it came to being cautious—cautious from the heart—he was serious. He would not fight a battle he was not sure of winning, unless it was a System Quest.
The system rewards were good. Forget brawling with Todo Aoi—even if a Special Grade Cursed Spirit came along, he would stand in its mouth and take a piss.
Waiting in line was a long process. Natsu Hiraku was so bored that he started eyeing the Ninja World Great Roulette. He was too idle, and looking at the ten points on the system interface made his hands itch if he did not draw.
With nine draws left, he could do four single pulls. Even if they all came up empty, he could still do a five-pull with what remained. He was not asking for A-rank ninjutsu; a B-rank or C-rank technique to expand his skill set would do.
In a good mood, Natsu Hiraku directly opened the Ninja World Great Roulette, and the system prompt followed.
[Entering Ninja World Great Roulette. Points -2.]
What the fuck!?
Before he could even start drawing, his good mood vanished without a trace, leaving only disbelief on Natsu Hiraku's face. This damned system always found new ways to screw with him.
Last time, it had unexpectedly deducted one point. This time, when he was mentally prepared, it deducted two. Would it deduct three next time?
Why didn't this scammer system have a physical form?
Sooner or later, he would drag it out and beat the hell out of it. Damn it.
Though furious, he still had to continue drawing. If he exited and entered again, it would become minus three.
Then he would really lose the shirt off his back.
With a pained expression, Natsu Hiraku tapped the five-pull and cursed under his breath, "You crooked system, exploiting a poor wage slave. We're all grasshoppers on the same rope, how can you do this?"
The multicolored roulette spun rapidly. Unlike the previous single pulls, this time there were five pointers. The roulette spun clockwise, while the pointers spun counterclockwise.
For some reason, just watching it made his blood pressure spike, yet it also felt perfectly logical.
It gave players an extremely high-quality gaming experience. In a single pull, the roulette spun while you knelt to heaven and earth, begging the gods. In a five-pull, the roulette and pointers spun together—even the gods would have to kneel.
The roulette's speed visibly slowed, but the pointers showed no change whatsoever and continued spinning at high speed.
It was as if the roulette slowing down had nothing to do with the pointers. Either way, the final decision was theirs.
Natsu Hiraku's attention was fixed on the pointers now. He paid no attention at all to the roulette that was about to stop.
As the roulette stopped completely, the rapidly spinning pointers came to a halt in an instant.
"Hmm?"
What the hell?
Natsu Hiraku was still confused and completely unable to understand what had just happened. The pointers had been spinning at high speed, then stopped in an instant?
[Thank you for your patronage.] [Thank you for your patronage.] [Thank you for your patronage.] [Thank you for your patronage.] [Thank you...]
"..."
Five notification boxes filled the entire screen, while the light vanished from Natsu Hiraku's eyes as if he could not comprehend what had happened.
Why had the pointers stopped in an instant?
Why had the system displayed five thank-you-for-your-patronage messages?
Wasn't the probability fifty percent?
Why?
This probability...
Were you Pinduoduo?
You advertised a fifty-percent chance, but the actual probability was only ten percent or even lower!
Natsu Hiraku was speechless. Looking at the final three points in his account, his heart trembled.
He was afraid of getting nothing, or perhaps some fragment. But if he did not draw, then he would have nothing at all...
As the roulette spun at high speed, Natsu Hiraku made one single pull. No matter how infuriating it was, he would use up all three points today.
It would be great if he got a C-rank ninjutsu. It consumed little cursed energy and could be used frequently. Anything above B-rank was too expensive for him.
But that was only wishful thinking. He suddenly felt that drawing a B-rank ninjutsu last time had used up all the luck he would ever have in this life.
As the roulette stopped, the pointer landed on C-rank ninjutsu, but Natsu Hiraku was not delighted. Instead, he wondered how many fragments were needed to synthesize a C-rank ninjutsu.
[Congratulations. You have obtained a C-rank ninjutsu: Wind Fire Style Fragment. Five fragments are required to synthesize the ninjutsu.]
Five, huh...
Forget it, keep going. Who knew how long he would have to wait for the remaining four to appear?
The roulette continued spinning. This time, Natsu Hiraku's attention was not on the system at all. Instead, he glanced at the crowd moving around him. Three minutes had passed, yet they did not seem to have moved very far. They had only advanced about a meter from where he had entered.
One meter in three minutes...
Even turtles moved faster than this, okay? They were just shaking hands and signing autographs, so why was it taking this long?
"Whoa!"
An excited shout instantly caught Natsu Hiraku's attention.
"Please sign my clothes. No! Draw a heart directly on my chest and sign inside it!"
"Okay."
Takada had seen all sorts of scenes. Though this guy was somewhat tall—no... not somewhat. He was way too tall!
He had to be over six feet tall, right?
And his muscle definition was obvious. He looked so solid!
Hehe, was I already this attractive?
Takada picked up the pen from the table, drew a heart on the man's chest, then added her personal signature inside it before saying:
"Be full of energy today too!"
"Of course, Takada-chan!"
Todo Aoi lowered his shirt and was about to leave when, as if remembering something, he leaned back over and said, "Leave a signature on my clothes too, please!"
"Okay~"
After finishing everything, Todo left in complete satisfaction. But halfway through, he suddenly sensed a trace of cursed energy. Following the cursed energy permeating the air toward its source, he saw a black-haired youth staring intently at him. The youth wore the uniform of Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Natsu Hiraku smiled calmly and said quietly, "Found him just like that, and there's an unexpected bonus too!"
[Congratulations. You have obtained a C-rank ninjutsu: Great Fireball Technique.] [Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique. Cursed energy cost: 100 points. The more cursed energy infused, the greater the damage dealt.]
On this final pull, the system roulette had once again landed on C-rank ninjutsu, but this time, it came through.
But...
Was he fated with Fire Style?
Great Fire Annihilation, Great Fireball Technique, a Phoenix Sage Fire Technique fragment, and a Flying Thunder God fragment.
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