Although this goodwill was not as strong as true friendship, Mirai was only doing a mission, so naturally, he would not undertake the arduous task of maintaining the goodwill of so many people.
Having chosen a good direction, the next thing Mirai needed to do was choose a path.
There were many ways for a celebrity to become famous: singing, dancing, variety entertainment, reality shows, acting, looks, values, and so on.
Mirai thought he could make a living off his face. However, based on his long-term observations, most people in Konoha did not care about looks.
Mirai decisively ruled out that option. Just then, a very handsome boy suddenly dashed past him, kicking up clouds of dust. Behind him was a chaotic scene—a huge group of girls chased after the boy while shouting:
"Don't run, sir! I'll bear your children!"
"Ah, this gentleman Guangshan is so handsome..."
"Mr. Guangshan, please sign your name for me!"
Mirai helplessly watched one of Konoha's celebrities, who had been recognized while eating on the street and was now being chased by a huge group of girls.
Mirai touched his own face and felt pain. He had been showing off all day, only to get slapped in the face in the end.
"Being handsome is useless. I make my living with strength!"
Mirai gave a dry cough, straightened his collar, and put on an air of authority. Then he boldly headed toward a furniture store.
Meanwhile, whether they knew Mirai or not, the people on the road could not help taking several steps back when they saw him like this. Their expressions showed surprise, suspicion, and respect and awe toward the strong.
Mirai was very satisfied with everyone's expressions. After all, although he had made a name for himself outside, and those he had killed