A True Genius

"Then where could I buy one?" Uchiha Mai pressed.

I knew it. Nobody could possibly make an entrance with their own BGM. See? A magne—... a recorder.

"You came to the right person."

Jiraiya clapped his hands together, pulled out a Storage Scroll, and enthusiastically introduced it. "A while ago, I went to the Land of Snow on a mission and did some sightseeing while I was there.

"The moment I laid eyes on these recorders, I recognized their commercial value. That workshop's first batch had fifty units in total, and I bought them all.

"One recorder cost twenty thousand ryo. Including storage, shipping, and the cost of defective units spread across the batch, I'll sell you one for sixty thousand ryo. Buy two, and you get a discount—just one hundred thousand."

Jiraiya opened the Storage Scroll and poured out a pile of recorders in all sorts of colors.

"Then give me two pink ones." Uchiha Mai pulled out a stack of cash and handed it to Jiraiya.

As an artistic master at the forefront of Konoha fashion trends—the Dancing King of Konoha himself—he would be ridiculed if he had never used such a high-tech product.

"Sure, let me explain how to use them..."

Only after Jiraiya rattled on for quite a while did he suddenly realize something was off. Wait, had this kid led him astray?

The recorder was not the point.

"Ahem..."

Jiraiya put away the scroll, covered his mouth with his left fist, and gave two solemn coughs. "We got off topic without realizing it.

"Let's get back to business, kid. Your Super Beast Imitating Drawing is pretty funny."

You could insult my looks, but you could not insult my artistic talent. Because I really did have good looks; artistic talent was another matter entirely.

"Are you