The Soon-to-Open Hot Spring Resort

As dusk approached, Naruto and Sasuke limped out of the Hot Spring Hotel with grim expressions. Moryo had laid bare the secrets in their hearts and mocked them with such malice that their young minds were deeply shaken, nearly leaving them with psychological trauma.

Just as they were about to part ways, Sasuke suddenly spoke to Naruto: "Forget everything that happened this afternoon. Let's just say we fell down the stairs and got injured."

"Right," Naruto replied, looking utterly dejected. He had been hit just as hard by Moryo that afternoon and was on the verge of shutting himself off from the world.

Moryo had seized upon Sasuke's desperate thirst for power, trash-talking him as a weakling who couldn't even perform basic tasks yet blamed the facilities.

Dealing with Naruto was even simpler; Moryo had seen Naruto's Sexy Technique and belittled the jutsu—which could defeat the Eight Colors of Konoha—as completely worthless.

The worst part was that Moryo was telling the truth. Naruto only knew how to use swimsuit magazines as a reference, and the women he transformed into were all form without soul. Naruto's Transformation Technique simply couldn't capture the subtle differences in temperament and charm between different women.

Moryo's verbal assault had left both of them in a state of self-doubt.

What frustrated Naruto and Sasuke the most was that they couldn't win!

Whether it was a physical fight or a war of words, even if they teamed up, they couldn't beat Moryo!

Not long after Naruto and Sasuke left, Fuyuki recovered from his fatigue, ready to finish his workday full of energy.

He learned from Natsumi what Moryo had done to Sasuke and Naruto at the Fighting Club that afternoon.

Fuyuki's face darkened. He formed a sword-finger seal and scolded Moryo, who was staying at the hotel, via telepathy: "You idiot! If you don't know how to talk, keep your mouth shut. Do you have any idea who those two were?"

"One is the Nine-Tails jinchuriki, and the other is the sole survivor of the Uchiha clan. If you provoke the fox until its fur stands on end and it releases the Nine-Tails Chakra to tear down my hotel, I'll make you wear a bikini and hang you from a landmark in the Land of Demons!"

"Sasuke has a fragile heart; if you talk him into giving up, you'd better hope his brother doesn't use the Totsuka Blade to seal you for a million years!"

Without waiting for Moryo to reply, Fuyuki cut the telepathic connection, looking helpless: "I'm here to make money and earn Chakra, not to run a business at a loss!"

He needed to earn Sasuke's money and Naruto's Chakra; the stronger they became, the more he would earn.

If this stupid Moryo kept pushing Naruto and Sasuke like this, wouldn't they just end up opening a "pay-to-win" experience card? Fuyuki didn't want to be sleeping comfortably in his hotel suite one day, only to have a Majestic Attire: Susanoo stomp the Hot Spring Hotel to pieces.

Then he would have to enter his descent state and forcefully smash the Majestic Attire: Susanoo to bits.

It was hard to say who would win or lose then, but Fuyuki would definitely be the one losing money, and the Third Hokage would be crying in the bathroom.

Time moved to the next day. Fuyuki had assumed that after yesterday's verbal beatdown, the two brats, Sasuke and Naruto, wouldn't dare to return. To his surprise, they skipped class and ran over early in the morning, hoping to continue experiencing the remaining free time.

Fuyuki readily agreed, making it clear that special training cost one hundred thousand ryo, and if they didn't have money, they could pay in Chakra.

"As long as it's effective, money is no problem!" Sasuke, the wealthy heir, was as generous as ever. He even wanted to cover Naruto's training fees, but Fuyuki didn't care for Sasuke's two hundred thousand ryo; what he wanted was Chakra!

His family had money; as long as he swallowed his pride and asked Hiashi, he would surely get it for the sake of their ancestor, Kaguya-hime.

After settling the payment method with Naruto and Sasuke, Fuyuki tossed them into the pool and began writing invitations.

The Hot Spring Resort was ready to open; it just lacked auxiliary facilities like the arcade. The main facilities and staff training could be fully operational within a week.

The ninja world was different from the modern era. Nobles didn't travel by plane or car; they used palanquins. Therefore, invitations had to be sent out half a month in advance to allow enough time for guests from all over the Land of Fire to arrive.

"Young Master Fuyuki, please step into the side hall. I have something important to report," Natsumi said, rushing in and whispering into Fuyuki's ear.

"Does it have to do with the Hyuga clan?" Fuyuki paused, frowning in thought. It seemed that in the distant timeline, the ninja world should be calm right now. Aside from Kirigakure, other nations were silently building their strength to target Konoha.

"Not exactly, but it is a major matter, not suitable for children to hear." Natsumi glanced at Uzumaki Naruto.

"Just say it! Don't worry about them."

Fuyuki glanced at Naruto and Sasuke; one was snoring like a dead pig, and the other was shivering, his entire body wrapped in a black mist of Yin Release chakra.

"Yesterday, Kusagakure was attacked. A powerhouse claiming to be Uzumaki Yueshi swept through the village, rescued one of the bullied Uzumaki survivors, and announced to the ninja world that he would rebuild the Uzumaki clan."

"The clan head wants you to stay away from Uzumaki Naruto. He fears that Uzumaki Yueshi might break into Konoha to abduct Naruto," Natsumi said, producing the letter she had received. This intelligence had been passed out by Hiashi through secret arts during a high-level Konoha meeting.

Hiashi knew Fuyuki was close to Naruto, so upon hearing the news about Uzumaki Yueshi, he immediately sent word to Natsumi, who was managing the business at the hotel, telling her to keep Fuyuki away from Naruto to prevent a surprise attack.

Fuyuki was silent for a moment before saying: "Don't worry, Naruto is not Uzumaki Yueshi's target. To rebuild the glory of the clan, one needs pure-blooded members. A half-blood like Naruto could never be used to rebuild the clan."

Abduct him, my foot! I've already tricked Sasuke and Naruto into being obedient and cute; am I supposed to stage a drama where I rob myself and fight myself?

What is this, a nesting doll?!

"It's best to be on guard. Konoha will also send Anbu to watch Naruto twenty-four hours a day. You know how many unspeakable things you have here," Natsumi said.

The Hot Spring Hotel hid many secrets, and the identity of Moryo, whom Fuyuki had brought back, was hard to explain.

To the Byakugan, the chakra inside Moryo was even more powerful than the Hokage's, and it was filled with violence.

"Don't worry! I'll be careful. Sasuke and Naruto's activity area will only be the public areas; they won't appear in the Underground Palace." Fuyuki waved his hand, signaling Natsumi not to worry too much. As for the Anbu, they weren't Hashirama.

Besides, he didn't have anything truly unspeakable. It was just that if people saw the structure of the Underground Palace, many ordinary ninjas would start to doubt their lives and wonder if they had wasted all their years of training.

There was a pool in the Underground Palace containing two special High-ranking Yang Spirits. The surrounding walls and floors were inscribed with Command Spells using large amounts of chakra metal, converting the chakra absorbed from upstairs into life chakra, with the two special Lesser Spirits responsible for storing it.

All the hot spring water in the hotel was produced by these two Lesser Spirits. If a wounded person soaked in the raw essence of the Underground Palace, they would likely end up with bone spurs or abnormal tissue growth.

The extremely complex Yin-Yang sealing arts and medical technology that no one could understand were the secrets Fuyuki and Natsumi couldn't reveal, especially the life essence converted from massive amounts of chakra—it was a weapon of war that every hidden village craved.

Natsumi feared that if Fuyuki's secrets leaked, it would eventually lead to endless trouble.

"Don't worry, no one will ever know about all this, and no one will be able to leave with the secret."

The High-ranking Yang Spirit poked its head out from Fuyuki's shoulder and pointed to its own eyes; the crimson three-tomoe Sharingan reflected in Natsumi's eyes.

Fuyuki's eyelid twitched as he pushed it back down: "Seriously, your voice is very unique. If you can, please don't speak and disturb the peace, otherwise, I'll dream of swearing brotherhood with Sasuke and Naruto in the Peach Garden tonight."

I'm exhausted. I fell asleep while writing, then woke up in a panic to continue updating. It's too tiring; just two chapters today.

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