Two days later.
Guy changed into a simple gray robe, put on a sun-shading bamboo hat, and appeared outside Yugakure once again.
He had a clear purpose for coming here.
To collect his first royalty payment for "Young Guy."
Several months had passed, so the book should have earned a fair amount by now.
Guy was looking forward to it, too.
Although he hadn't paid much attention to the publishing side of things lately, he occasionally took a look whenever he passed through a town.
Many bookstores displayed physical copies of "Young Guy" in their most prominent spots.
In just a few short months, the book had become a phenomenal bestseller throughout the shinobi world.
Guy wasn't surprised in the slightest.
After all, the Third Shinobi World War had only recently ended, and ordinary people had very few options for entertainment.
A "profound and moving" work like "Young Guy" had arrived at just the right time, so its popularity was only natural.
Jiraiya's "Make-Out Paradise," on the other hand, didn't seem to have made any waves yet.
But Guy knew perfectly well.
Even if Jiraiya's book came out now, it would probably be labeled an imitation.
It might become popular, but it would never reach the level of a cultural phenomenon.
That wasn't something Guy needed to worry about, though.
Guy put those thoughts aside and strode into the village.
After several months, Yugakure had changed tremendously.
The most obvious change was the explosive increase in tourists!
If the number of tourists had been 100 on Guy's last visit...
Then now, it was 1,000 or more!
An increase of at least tenfold was no exaggeration!
That was the power of celebrity.
Guy followed the crowd into the village.
The moment he entered, brokers began calling out enthusiastically around him:
"Sir!