Naruto, You're Too Good to Us, Actually Giving Us Cultivation Books

Whenever people eat something delicious, their mood tends to be quite good.

It was the perfect time to share some knowledge with the flowers of Konoha.

Everyone was chatting away with great enthusiasm.

Suddenly, Naruto asked, "Do you guys want to know why I suddenly became so strong?"

Why?

The gazes of the group fell upon Naruto one after another.

Everyone wanted to get to the bottom of this question.

It was just that Naruto hadn't brought it up, so it wouldn't have been appropriate for them to ask.

Everyone has secrets, to a greater or lesser extent.

Some can be shared with others.

Others are better kept to oneself.

Since Naruto had taken the initiative to bring it up, they didn't mind listening.

In fact, they were dying for him to hurry up and say it.

In the ninja world, who doesn't wish to become stronger?

To be able to guard the people they want to protect.

To be able to safeguard the village they want to defend.

The main point is being able to show off in front of the girls.

Girls all like powerful ninjas.

So, strive to become stronger!

Young man.

Shikamaru was stunned for a moment. "Naruto, are you really planning to tell us?"

"Actually, you don't have to say it."

"We are all still good friends."

"There is no possibility of any prejudice or rift appearing between us."

"Just as you have sincerely accepted us, we can still treat you with sincerity."

These were Shikamaru's honest words.

They all have family legacies, but each family's heritage is only suitable for members of that family.

Take him, for example; he perfectly inherited his father's intelligence.

And his chronic laziness.

Perhaps his old man had it too, back in the day.

It's just that the author didn't write it in.

Choji Akimichi and the others have them too.

For instance, the Multi-Size Technique used by Choji Akimichi.

That isn't something every ninja can adapt to.

The key is that getting fat and then practicing yields twice the result with half the effort.

Kiba Inuzuka and Rock Lee are both different.

One can only say it is suitable, not necessarily applicable to everyone.

The two are fundamentally different in nature.

"It's not a big problem; my training method is suitable for the masses."

"If nothing else, as long as a person sincerely wants to learn, the probability of success is very high."

Naruto smiled, speaking in an ambiguous manner.

Having this group of loyal followers is not bad.

Even though their current strength is quite weak.

They have a lot of room for development in the future.

If cultivated properly, they could serve as his future right-hand men.

Fighting alone is certainly satisfying.

Naruto, however, prefers a people-oriented approach, letting the talented people of the world be put to his own use.

Besides, he still had the grand undertaking of building his harem to complete.

How could he possibly have the time to manage these trivial matters?

A warm bed and a loving family—the more, the merrier.

That said.

Naruto was indeed right.

The Jiraiya Biography was a work of popular science.

Its practical application was truly strong; as long as one wanted to learn, one would certainly master it.

This was beyond doubt.

Kiba Inuzuka's eyes lit up. "Naruto, you must teach me!"

Rock Lee's body jolted, and he raised both hands, exclaiming excitedly, "Naruto, can you teach me too?"

A hint of anticipation appeared on Shikamaru's face.

Perhaps the methods of the Fourth Hokage.

Really were applicable to the masses; one never knew.

In any case, listening to it wouldn't hurt.

New friends might cause problems.

But old friends wouldn't.

Because old friends have no faults.

Choji Akimichi stopped eating his barbecue.

At this moment.

Naruto's status in their hearts quietly rose.

"Don't rush, don't rush, there's enough for everyone, everyone gets a copy!"

Naruto took out the Jiraiya Biography.

With a smile on his face.

He distributed them to the future flowers of Konoha.

Everyone took their copies.

"Why does this name look a bit strange?"

"Icha Icha Paradise? Just looking at the cover, I can tell it's not simple."

"Naruto, are you sure you didn't grab the wrong book?"

"Yeah... shouldn't it be something like 'xx Ninjutsu Training'? This book is completely unrelated."

Facing their bewildered questions.

Naruto shrugged. "The reason it has this name is to make the reader lower their guard and think the content inside isn't important."

"I can tell you quite clearly that it contains training methods you would never expect."

"Read more, learn more, and voice fewer personal opinions; it will be good for your physical and mental health."

He wasn't making this up.

The content inside was indeed useful.

It just had nothing to do with training ninjutsu.

Could it be that, aside from ninjutsu, you don't need to live your daily lives?

Rock Lee's expression turned serious; he gripped the book tightly and raised his voice a few decibels.

"We promise we will read it very carefully!"

"We won't let you down."

Encouraged by Rock Lee.

The others also raised the books in their hands.

"Thank you, Naruto. We will practice diligently according to the books you gave us."

"Naruto, you're too good to us. We'll have to treat you to skewers another day."

"Sure... uh... sure."

At this moment, Shikamaru didn't know what to say.

He just felt the content of this book was very strange.

He had the illusion that he had boarded a pirate ship.

At a nearby table.

Several young women blushed deeply.

Strange gazes.

Occasional hushed whispers.

And the direction they were looking was none other than...

Their very table.

Every time Shikamaru gently flicked the book in his hand.

A girl would let out a small, startled shriek.

But... the sound was faint.

After all, she had covered her small mouth with both hands.

As she lost her composure, Shikamaru frowned, looking at the book in his hand.

"Naruto gave me this, so I suppose it shouldn't be anything bad. I hope..."