Sowing

"Young Master, what would you like for breakfast today?" Shinozaki Ayumi's sweet voice drifted up from downstairs.

"Hmm... whatever," Xian Yu mumbled, his eyes bleary as he lay face-down in his quilt.

"Then I'll make you some noodles," Shinozaki Ayumi's voice called out again.

"Mm, remember to add an egg." Xian Yu stretched and prepared to get up. "Another boring day, so dull."

Regarding the aftermath of the Daimyo Ginseng incident, according to Anbu intelligence, the four factions suffered heavy casualties. Even the elite Jonin of Amegakure, Kuiling Hefan, had perished in the barrage of Explosive Tags. Aside from three other elite Jonin and a few Jonin who survived through sheer skill, only a tiny handful of Chunin and Genin managed to survive by pure luck. In the end, the Daimyo Ginseng was also destroyed in that massive explosion. It was said that Salamander Hanzo of Amegakure, which suffered the greatest losses, was so furious that he spent the entire night smashing things in his bedroom.

Temporarily lacking his trump card, Xiao Qi, and not daring to wander outside anymore, Xian Yu only took a slight detour on his way back to Konoha to pick up two Black Iron Treasure Chests before rushing back to the village without a moment's rest.

He had arrived home late last night and was exhausted.

Currently, in his Space Backpack, the first slot was occupied by the Golden Treasure Chest that had been there forever, and the second by a Silver Treasure Chest. Because that little bitch had swallowed 1,000 diamonds, the opening time for the Silver Treasure Chest had been delayed once again...

In the third slot was the Super God Water from Dragon Ball. He figured it would just rot in his inventory.

Perhaps... it would be quite good as a poison... If he fed it to Madara Uchiha, the world would finally be at peace...

In any case, our little student Xian Yu would never believe that Lord Madara was a pure soul like Wukong, even if he died trying...

In the fourth slot were three Black Iron Treasure Chests; he had picked up one while fleeing the Great Warm Valley and two more while detouring back to Konoha.

"Honestly, why is it that other transmigrators get stronger and stronger, acquiring abilities that cover both offense and defense, getting whatever they need? But when it comes to me, I just draw all sorts of random junk. It looks like I have a pile of good stuff, but when I actually encounter danger, I still have to rely on my wits..." Xian Yu sighed deeply; he really wasn't cut out to be a protagonist.

"System, I want to open a Black Iron Treasure Chest!" Little student Xian Yu issued the command with a sliver of anticipation.

"Opening a Black Iron Treasure Chest costs 15 diamonds. Current balance: 74 diamonds."

"Congratulations to the host for opening a Black Iron Treasure Chest. You have obtained the Sexy Jutsu."

"..."

"I knew it..." Xian Yu kept telling himself, I'm used to it, I'm used to it...

ㄟ(≧◇≦)ㄏ Smile, I must face tragedy with a smile.

"System, let's open the remaining two Black Iron Treasure Chests together." Xian Yu sighed, no longer holding out any hope.

"Reminder: To allow the host to experience the joy of opening treasure chests, you may only open one chest per day."

System, you are truly so kind, I am truly so happy... truly...

"Young Master, the noodles are ready, come down quickly!" Shinozaki Ayumi's sweet voice drifted up from below.

"Mm, coming, coming." Xian Yu composed himself and went downstairs.

Watching Ayumi busy in the kitchen, he suddenly felt his mood improve significantly.

Life is just like this, after all; where would all that passion come from? A plain and simple life is the real deal.

"Young Master, are you finished washing up?" Shinozaki Ayumi smiled, her eyes curving into crescents. She was wearing a pink dress today, looking incredibly cute.

"Hmph, not yet. I was waiting for Sister Ayumi to wash me." As the words left his mouth, even Xian Yu found it unbelievable.

We are all just children blown about by time.

"Oh my, why are you acting like a rascal again? Hurry, hurry, if the noodles get soggy, they won't taste good." Shinozaki Ayumi urged him while pulling Xian Yu toward the washroom.

"Look at how lazy you've become; what will you do in the future?" Shinozaki Ayumi gently wiped Xian Yu's face, her eyes carefully checking to see if there was any spot she had missed.

"Hehe." Xian Yu giggled foolishly. In his past life, he was an orphan, poor, without status, talent, or looks. When had he ever enjoyed the treatment of being served? And by a delicate little beauty at that.

Sometimes he would still act quite childishly and throw little tantrums in front of Ayumi. After all, he was only six years old now. He really was just a child.

Perhaps people are just like this; only when someone spoils you will you reveal your weakness.

In his past life, he had also been a very strong person. Although he was short, poor, and ugly, no one had ever seen his weakness. No matter how great the predicament, even in a desperate situation, he would never beg anyone for mercy.

Because that would only make him look even more pathetic.

"Alright, the noodles are going to get soggy, go eat quickly." Shinozaki Ayumi rubbed her young master's little cheeks, speaking in a tone used to coax a child.

"Mm, Ayumi hasn't kissed me in a long time. I suddenly want a kiss." Xian Yu stared at the ceiling, beginning to push his luck.

Shinozaki Ayumi burst into laughter. "Our young master, who usually acts like a little adult, is unexpectedly cute today. Alright, mwah. There, now go eat your noodles, okay?"

Feeling the dampness on the right side of his face, Xian Yu returned to the dining room, feeling satisfied, and began to eat.

After breakfast, little student Xian Yu fished out the 6 Spirit Grains he had soaked the night before; they had actually sprouted in the water overnight.

Having done farm work for the orphanage director in his past life, he naturally knew some basic common sense, but seeing Spirit Rice, a miraculous grain that skipped the entire incubation process in a nursery box, he felt his worldview shattering...

The current season was just right. Xian Yu went to the backyard, sowed the sprouted seeds into the seedbed, covered them with soil, watered them thoroughly, laid down plastic film, and waited for them to sprout. According to the system's introduction, there was no need for transplanting or rice seedling planting; as long as he paid attention to pest control, weeding, drought prevention, and fertilization, he would be able to harvest in the autumn.

The Spirit Rice he had obtained previously was husked rice.

The current ones, costing 300 Killing Points per grain, were Spirit Grains. After planting, if cared for well with pest control and weeding, theoretically, he would harvest 40 Spirit Grains upon maturity.

If the care wasn't great, as long as it was passable, he could still get at least 30 Spirit Grains.

But if he didn't care for them at all, it was possible he would harvest nothing.

After finishing his work, Xian Yu went to the neighboring courtyard. This was also property belonging to the Shimura clan.

Originally, this courtyard next door had been empty, but now, Ya Midie and his family of three were living there.

Knock, knock, knock. Xian Yu knocked on the courtyard gate.

"Who is it? Coming!" A woman's voice drifted from the courtyard.

As the gate opened, a plain-looking woman looked at the little boy in front of her with confusion: "Child, is there something you need?"

"Mm, I'm looking for Uncle Ya, Ya Midie."

Hearing the commotion, Ya Midie shouted from quite a distance away: "Is that Young Master Xian Yu? You've finally come!"

"Hm? Are you not doing well here? Surely no one is bullying you, right?" Xian Yu felt a bit strange seeing the troubled look on Ya Midie's face. Logically, no one should be so blind as to mess with people he had arranged to be here. After all, aside from the Senju clan, this entire area was filled with members of the Shimura clan. No one would dare not give face to him, the young clan leader.

"Oh, so you are Young Master Xian Yu." The woman exclaimed, hurriedly bowing at a ninety-degree angle—a full ninety degrees...

Xian Yu could only think that Uncle Ya was a lucky man. Although his wife wasn't a great beauty—her looks were average, her figure was average, and as for her temperament... well, let's not talk about temperament for a farm woman... she was straightforward, simple-minded, and honest. Still, a ninety-degree bow was really...

Ya Midie shook his head repeatedly upon hearing this: "Young Master, you've misunderstood. It's not like that. Everything here is great. Lord Danzo even summoned me once; not only did he arrange such a large courtyard for us, but he also gave me quite a bit of money."

"Uh? Then why do you have such a miserable look on your face?" Xian Yu was even more confused now.

Ya Midie quickly explained: "It's all because of my kid. He's reached the age to attend the Ninja Academy, and I was wondering if there might be an opportunity. I didn't expect Lord Danzo to have already arranged it."

"That's a good thing. Why aren't you happy then?" Xian Yu really didn't want to complain, but could he not finish his sentences all at once? This was exhausting!

"But that brat of mine says he doesn't want to learn. He says he has no interest in being a ninja. It's infuriating..." Ya Midie sounded like he was frustrated by his son's lack of ambition.

What a great opportunity; if he had such a chance when he was young, things would have been different. Yet this brat didn't even want to learn!

Xian Yu smiled and said with great experience: "So that's it. What's there to be troubled about? Interest is something that can be cultivated. You have to make him get used to it first, then he will grow to like it, and eventually, he will take the initiative."