Little Fat Cow Hotpot

"I never use any skincare products, this is natural!"

Pakura wore a look of haughtiness, for how could she, Pakura, be someone who used those petty gadgets?

"What a pity... no, I mean it's such a pity there aren't skincare products that good."

Tamura Hiroshi expressed regret, knowing that if such things truly existed, they would definitely become a gold mine, sold directly to those powerhouses and wealthy merchants.

Still, it made sense; if that kind of skincare product really existed, those merchants would have seized the venture long ago, leaving no chance for him to stumble into it.

"Wanting to make money from the beauty industry still requires starting with Medical Ninjutsu, especially that Yin Seal—you wouldn't even need to find a celebrity endorser, just go straight and invite Tsunade."

Inwardly, he thought of that Princess Tsunade who had perpetually maintained her youthful guise, and Tamura Hiroshi felt extremely covetous of her medical skills and that Yin Seal.

"I won't disturb you two heading to the Raikage Building."

Tamura Hiroshi said no more, as conversing further with these three right now was useless. The main issue was that his own strength was still too weak, rendering any grand ideas impossible to execute.

Yet deep down, he harbored some notions regarding the three of them. He needed to alter the plot to intercept the Power of Destiny, using it to spur his Golden Finger into assisting his personal cultivation, and these three made for excellent targets.

For instance, changing Karura's fatal ending, castrating Rasa, or simply hacking him to pieces, erasing the birth of Gaara's three siblings, while Pakura's fate could also be altered—he would surely profit handsomely.

"Is he a genius of Kumogakure's new generation?"

Watching the departing youth, Rasa, who had remained silent all this while, tossed out a question.

Judging by the expressions of that boy and the Raikage's Son, their relationship was hardly superficial, and anyone capable of befriending the Raikage's Son could never be an ordinary person.

"Hiroshi's ninja talent is quite average, but he is a very interesting person. Being friends with him makes you genuinely happy."

Yozuki A shook his head, offering no further explanation.

A ninja's intelligence could never be spoken of casually, let alone regarding someone of Hiroshi's importance.

In truth, he had spotted Tamura Hiroshi long ago, but he hadn't taken the initiative to greet him—after all, there were three outsiders present. If Hiroshi hadn't looked over in a way that drew the trio's attention in the end, he truly wouldn't have bothered calling out.

As for ninja talent, Hiroshi was indeed very mediocre, or at least his chakra talent was exceptionally ordinary; Yozuki A wasn't lying.

Hearing that his talent was average, the three of them dismissed the thought from their minds. For a ninja, the most fundamental thing was still strength; lacking talent meant ultimately achieving nothing, especially with the Great Ninja War about to ignite once more, which promised to be terribly cruel. Only the strong could survive that storm of blood and steel.

Meanwhile, Yozuki A felt a sense of regret—regret for his little junior brother.

His comprehension talent and perseverance were both formidable, but his chakra talent acted as a severe drag.

Chakra was the bedrock of a ninja, and this flaw would severely cap Hiroshi's future upper limit.

Even if they used Secret Medicine to enhance Hiroshi's physique and indirectly boost his physical life force, there remained a limit.

Wanting to resolve Hiroshi's chakra shortcoming required brainstorming from entirely different angles; it was a real headache.

On the other side, Tamura Hiroshi wandered around for a while before returning home, continuing to practice his Lightning Release Nature Transformation while awaiting the arrival of that person from before.

Having devoured those Sharingan, the Kaguya Phantom's glabella already possessed a Three Tomoe Sharingan. He was merely waiting to acquire a suitable Tailed Beast Sealing Technique from the Uzumaki clan, and he should then be able to indirectly gain the power of the Sharingan.

At the very least, upgrading his Dynamic Vision shouldn't be a problem.

The Tailed Beast Sealing Technique didn't completely seal the Tailed Beast to death within the body; rather, it left an opening through which the Tailed Beast's chakra could be drawn and linked—or even fused—with the Jinchuriki's chakra. Only thus could one borrow the Tailed Beast's power, ultimately becoming a perfect Tailed Beast Jinchuriki.

He too required such a Tailed Beast Sealing Technique to transfer the Kaguya Phantom out of his Spiritual Space, maintaining a continuous connection with its power via the sealing technique.

As for plotting to get his hands on the Uzumaki clan's sealing techniques, reporting intelligence to Lord Danzo was the key, as well as the starting point.

Naturally, he didn't hole up at home to cultivate all the time. He would step out to get some fresh air during meals, occasionally visiting his teacher Fukai's home to seek guidance on cultivation doubts and engage in live-combat sparring.

He also suffered from shortcomings in practical combat experience, which could only be steadily improved through actual combat bit by bit.

Fortunately, the Golden Finger's comprehension boost also applied to this aspect, allowing his practical combat experience to soar rapidly, leaving even Fukai continuously astounded.

"Lord Hiroshi!"

That evening, as Tamura Hiroshi was strolling through the snack street, a soft voice suddenly drifted over from the side.

"Ah, Miss Karura. Have you three not returned yet?"

Turning his head, he discovered it was Karura, accompanied by Rasa and Pakura at her flanks.

Naturally, there were certainly ANBU ninjas secretly keeping watch. The village never let down its guard of vigilance toward such foreign ninjas.

After all, a ninja village was fundamentally a military organization, harboring a great deal of confidential intelligence.

Furthermore, the essence of ninja warfare was an intelligence war; ferreting out information was an instinct for ninjas, and the village would never allow external shinobis to spy on its secrets.

"We need to rest and recuperate for a few days."

Karura's cadence was as gentle as her innate temperament and appearance, sounding exceedingly pleasant to the ear.

"Indeed, everyone needs a breather. The Land of Wind is no short distance from our Land of Lightning, and the lot of you must have been subsisting entirely on Ration Pills along the way.

Would you like me to guide you to sample the delicacies of our Kumogakure? The beef and liquor of our Land of Lightning are quite exceptional, and you can take some beef jerky and wine back home as gifts for friends and family."

Tamura Hiroshi expressed understanding and introduced the local specialty beef.

He held a rather deep impression of Karura—not because she was Gaara's mother, but because she had a younger brother named Yashamaru.

That was quite literally one of the two major traps that had bewildered countless people in the Naruto world, with the other being Yuki Haku. Both of their appearances and personalities were more feminine than actual women; dressed in women's clothing, they would undoubtedly spell disaster for a region, turning goodness knows how many blockheaded netizens—including his past-life self—gay, and leaving countless fangirls utterly obsessed.

In fact, he had even deliberately searched Baidu for their encyclopedias to confirm they were male, a realization that had nearly driven him into depression back then.

"We were just thinking of doing that."

Karura's eyes curved into crescents with a smile. She indeed harbored the intention of bringing back some specialties from the Land of Lightning and Kumogakure.

After all, having managed to make the trip to the Land of Lightning and Kumogakure with great difficulty, and with this place being so terribly far from their Land of Wind, she had never laid eyes on many of these things, finding them all immensely novel.

"Are the funds you brought for this trip enough?"

Tamura Hiroshi tossed out the question, wishing to avoid any awkward, melodramatic cliches.

He held a favorable view of Karura. Catching sight of the yellow-haired, gentle, and demure Karura inevitably brought to mind that girl he had encountered in Root.

Sure enough, girls with blonde hair were invariably gentle.

Naturally, excluding certain chronic gamblers.

"Enough!"

Rasa, who had remained silent throughout, replied, his words exuding absolute confidence.

Tamura Hiroshi understood this confidence; after all, this was the renowned gold miner of the fanfiction universe in his past life, a local tyrant capable of single-handedly propping up an entire ninja village's economy.

He felt quite curious about that kind of Gold Dust Magnet Release—it was simply obscenely wealthy.

"That's good then. As the saying goes, you get what you pay for with every penny; high-priced goods are mostly quality items. Come, let me lead you all to gorge yourselves at the best hotpot city in our Kumogakure."

Calling out to the trio, Tamura Hiroshi walked toward the Food Entertainment City he owned.

Back then, relying on his financial superpower and the myriad culinary delicacies of his past-life China, he had quickly cracked open the market here. Of course, he didn't know the specific cooking methods, only a few conceptual approaches, which he then had chef-ninjas research. Even so, it thoroughly crushed this world's culinary culture.

Starting initially from the Little Fat Cow Hotpot, all the profits he reaped were plowed back into the development and refinement of the Entertainment City, which was now basically complete.