Sora Uchiha Carrying a Million

After eating the breakfast his Mother had prepared, Sora Uchiha, wallet in hand, strolled onto the streets of Konoha.

The dark clouds of war had completely dispersed from the village by this time. Konoha appeared peaceful and tranquil on the surface, but in reality, it was stirring up immense turmoil within the ninja community.

Therefore, the tools in the weapon shop were almost double their usual price. For the shop owner, it was like a windfall, earning more in one year of opening than in five years previously.

At this moment, Sora Uchiha lifted the door curtain and entered a weapon shop.

The shop owner was a middle-aged, cunning old man. Seeing a customer enter, he immediately stood up, clasped his hands, and said with unusual enthusiasm, "Welcome..." He stopped mid-sentence, peering at the entrance a few times. After confirming there was no one else, only the little brat in front of him, he sat back down and waved his hand, "Go on, go on. This is a legitimate establishment, we don't welcome minors."

Sora Uchiha's lips twitched. Sometimes, he grew tired of his childlike appearance, which caused all sorts of trouble. Just like now, being discriminated against for buying something.

Without further ado, he took out the bills in his hand and slapped them onto the counter. The sound of money instantly stunned the owner. He shot up, his eyes fixed on the pile of bills. His years of business experience immediately allowed him to make a judgment.

At least two hundred thousand Ryo.

Thus, he demonstrated what it meant to change faces without batting an eye. He clapped his hands, his expression shifting from disdain to fawning.

"Oh, young man, this is a proper establishment, we treat everyone equally. Minors? Minors are most welcome!"

Honestly, Sora Uchiha felt the urge to throw the money directly in the owner's face. However, his good upbringing suppressed this impulse. He sighed, "Do you have Explosive Tags?"

Now that he had the Kusanagi Sword, Shuriken, and Kunai, he naturally couldn't be without Explosive Tags. Explosive Tags were common and didn't have many strict requirements, so he didn't plan on bothering the clan head; buying them himself was enough.

"Yes, of course, we have them!" the owner declared decisively, immediately taking out a sheet of Explosive Tags from the cabinet behind him.

"Young man, four thousand Ryo each. How many do you need?"

Hearing this, Sora Uchiha frowned slightly. "Four thousand Ryo? That expensive?"

"Ah, young man, you know the situation. The war is tense. Disposable tags with such great destructive power, like Explosive Tags, are in short supply. Normally, Explosive Tags are two thousand Ryo each. As the war intensifies, the price naturally increases."

Saying this, the owner thumped his chest. "I'm not bragging, you can ask around. For Explosive Tags in Konohagakure, my price is the lowest."

Sora Uchiha naturally didn't believe such nonsense from the owner. Phrases like "my price is the lowest" were mostly lies in business. However, other places wouldn't be much cheaper, even if they were.

He saved himself the trouble and nodded. "Fine, wrap them up for me."

"Wrap them up? Are you using all this to buy Explosive Tags?" the owner asked.

"Mm."

"Hiss-- Young man, this stack of money is at least two hundred thousand Ryo. Ordinary people wouldn't need this many Explosive Tags," the owner exclaimed in surprise.

Sora Uchiha said expressionlessly, "Do you ask about the purpose when people buy things here?"

The owner chuckled. "Sorry, sorry. I'll wrap them up for you right away."

Then, in front of Sora Uchiha, he began counting the money. A total of two hundred and twenty thousand Ryo, which translated to fifty-five Explosive Tags.

Looking at the pocket money he had saved for many years turned into fifty-five pieces of "paper," Sora Uchiha couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache, but he didn't regret it. Explosive Tags were comparable to an A-rank Ninjutsu, and could save a life at critical moments.

However, he couldn't help but think of a certain rich woman in the Hokage series with six hundred billion Explosive Tags, and he immediately felt like drooling.

"Young man, do you need Shuriken? These aren't expensive, only seventy Ryo each," the owner asked as he packed the Explosive Tags.

"No need," Sora Uchiha shook his head. Then, as if remembering something, he put down the sword case on his shoulder and took out a specially made Shuriken from inside.

"Boss, can you help me see how much this Shuriken is worth?"

"Shuriken? Aren't they all the same price..." The owner casually took the Shuriken. The moment he touched it, a cold sensation transmitted to his palm along the blade. His expression changed.

He picked up a handkerchief and placed it on the table, carefully placing the Shuriken on the handkerchief. He turned and produced a magnifying glass from who knows where. He examined it while exclaiming, "Hiss, good heavens, amazing..."

After a while, he put down the magnifying glass, his face serious. "Young man, your Shuriken is extraordinary. It can store Chakra. Forgive my ignorance, but I truly cannot determine its value. However, if you wish to sell it, I am willing to buy it back for twenty thousand Ryo each."

"Oh," Sora Uchiha said casually, taking the Shuriken back and putting it into his sword case. He was just suddenly curious about the value of this special Shuriken, and had no intention of selling it.

But at least twenty thousand Ryo each. To be honest, he was quite surprised. His sword case contained at least thirty to forty of these, not to mention the more valuable special Kunai, and that priceless Kusanagi Sword.

Thinking about it, wasn't he a millionaire?

His mood greatly improved, and the money he had just spent suddenly didn't feel like such a loss. Putting away the Explosive Tags, he left the weapon shop.

"Caw-- caw--"

As soon as he stepped out of the weapon shop, Sora Uchiha heard the caw of crows. He looked up and saw an extremely black crow staring at him.

For some reason, he suddenly understood. Kazuki Utsuki's words about being notified for missions meant this notification.

He smacked his lips. "This Anbu, they really are different. Even their method of assigning missions is so unique."

Without further hesitation, he found a hidden corner, put on the mask and clothes stored in his sword case.

A moment later, a figure rushed out of the alley...

"Monkey, what's the mission."

Following the crow, Sora Uchiha arrived at a dense forest surrounding Konoha. He immediately spotted the Anbu members not far away, including the three of them. Seeing the familiar Monkey, he spoke.

"Wait, one more person hasn't arrived."

Upon hearing this, Sora Uchiha remained silent, standing aside and waiting quietly. When carrying out missions, it was best to say as little as possible.

He was a cool and aloof Anbu member ㄟ(▔,▔)ㄏ.

In a short while, the last person arrived.

Sora Uchiha then noticed that the captain, Shinnosuke, was not present. This meant the mission wasn't that dangerous?

Monkey scanned the people present and slowly began to speak, "This mission is a rescue operation, the location is..."

The rescue process did not go smoothly. Among the enemy ninjas was a very powerful Water Release chunin. Sora Uchiha had to exert great effort to kill him, at the cost of an arm injury.

If others weren't present, he could have directly killed him with Uchiha's Glory, but it was best not to let others know about his trump cards.

Fortunately, the outcome was good, and the rescue mission was successfully completed.

It was already the next day when he returned home. Sora Uchiha didn't even say hello, quickly washed himself, and fell asleep.

He woke up again the day after that.