Not Because I Wanted to Write Make-Out Paradise...

"Lord Jiraiya, what book are you writing now?" Hyuga Wuye asked with apparent curiosity.

He really was curious, because he wanted to know whether the Make-Out Paradise series had been born yet.

A divine book like that—if he did not properly savor it, then this whole reincarnation would have been wasted!

"The Tale of the Gallant Ninja." Jiraiya pulled a book from who knew where and stuffed it into Wuye's arms. "It's yours. Study this great work of mine well!"

"Uh..."

Hyuga Wuye stared blankly at it. "How come I've never even heard of it? Have you?" he asked, looking at Kushina.

She shook her head repeatedly.

Jiraiya's face darkened. "That's only because I'm not famous yet. One day, everyone in the ninja world will read my masterpiece!"

Hyuga Wuye considered it for a moment before suddenly saying, "Lord Jiraiya, a lot of writers choose to write trash before they express themselves."

"Huh? Write trash?"

Jiraiya scratched his white hair, looking confused.

Hyuga Wuye said solemnly, "It means that when an author is unknown, no matter how good the things they want to express are, no one will see them. Only after they become famous will enough people read their books. That is when they can express themselves."

The carefree look on Jiraiya's face instinctively faded a little. "You mean, if I want everyone to read The Tale of the Gallant Ninja, I first need to write something else and become a bestselling author?"

"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. I believe that with Lord Jiraiya's writing skills, if you write something vulgar and closer to popular tastes, it will definitely be a huge hit." Wuye put on an innocent little expression.

"That makes sense!"

Jiraiya suddenly clenched his fist, his whole face seemingly glowing. "With my ability, if I write some lowbrow reading material, I'll definitely become famous. Then I can publish The Tale of the Gallant Ninja!"

"Wuye..." Minato's expression collapsed a little. "I think Sensei's The Tale of the Gallant Ninja is very good. Why does he have to write lowbrow material? I was already trying to stop him from coming here to gather material, and then you..."

"Minato, you don't understand."

Jiraiya's expression turned grave, as though he had made some enormous sacrifice. "It's not that Sensei likes writing Make-Out Paradise. Sensei is doing it to express himself, to let more people see The Tale of the Gallant Ninja. This is a great writer's compromise with the masses. It is absolutely, absolutely not because I like it myself, understand?"

Minato: "..."

That sounded just like, "It's not that I love golden statues; it's that the world loves golden statues."

"Lord Jiraiya's ideals are truly lofty!"

Wuye applauded.

Minato irritably slapped his hands away. "Sensei's reputation will be ruined. Besides, he has to peep at things to find material. If he gets caught, it'll be over."

"Minato, I am doing this to enlighten the ignorant masses. What does a little worldly reputation matter!"

Jiraiya waved a hand grandly, his face shining with righteousness. "I'm going to gather material now. This is all to save the unenlightened people!"

"Sensei!"

Minato followed after him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Originally, Jiraiya at least knew he could not openly go around peeping on people. Now that Hyuga Wuye had put him on such a pedestal, Minato could hardly imagine what would happen next...

"Wuye, Wuye, do you really think Lord Jiraiya can write vulgar books first to build up his popularity?" Kushina asked curiously.

Hyuga Wuye folded his arms and chuckled. "Writers are creatures who write from the heart. Even if they know they need to cater to the public to be seen, they cannot write that kind of thing, because it is not in their nature. Lord Jiraiya can write Make-Out Paradise because that sort of thing is already in his nature!"

Kushina frowned. "Then why did you encourage him to write it?"

"Because I want to read it. This is called creatively urging an update." Wuye spread his hands.

"You want to read it?"

Kushina planted her hands on her hips. "You actually want to read that kind of publication? What are you trying to do?"

Wuye blinked innocently. "I just want to learn a few poses. Otherwise, I won't know how to use all these clothes."

He pointed at the strange outfits around them, only to receive another blow to the head from Kushina.

"Hmmph~"

Kushina flung her fragrant red hair across his face and stomped downstairs.

"Actually, the clothes in my head are even more..."

Hyuga Wuye muttered softly, rubbing his head as he followed Kushina downstairs.

Akimichi Torifu and Tianyu and his wife watched his retreating figure with wistful expressions.

"Tianyu, do you think Wuye has really awakened some extraordinary trait?" Akimichi Torifu bared his teeth.

Tianyu could neither laugh nor cry. "If the Clan Head finds out, I really will be beaten to death..."

"My condolences."

Akimichi Torifu patted him on the shoulder.

Tianyu: "..."

"Big Sister, these are all antiques Father left behind. How can you let me sell them?!"

With a bankbook containing thirty million ryo tucked against his chest, Hyuga Wuye slowly wandered back to the Hyuga estate.

By chance, he heard Hyuga Hiashi's furious voice, followed by Kaguya's inhumanly cold one. "These calligraphy pieces, paintings, and antiques are neither ninjutsu scrolls nor secret techniques. Is there any need to keep them?"

"But these are Father's inheritance for us!"

Hyuga Hiashi shouted, "How can Big Sister sell the family's property for an outsider?!"

"Brother, keep your voice down. It won't be good if the clansmen hear you." It was clearly Hyuga Hizashi holding him back.

Kaguya's voice remained cold. "Do you think your sister's life is not worth property valued at tens of millions of ryo? I promised Kotone that I would look after Wuye, so naturally I must do my best."

"Big Sister!"

Hyuga Hiashi sounded as though he was about to cry.

"It is only a few tens of millions of ryo. Go mortgage them for now. Next time, I'll take a few more S-rank missions and save the rewards instead of exchanging them for ninjutsu. I'll redeem them for you within half a year. Stop talking nonsense."

Kaguya seemed annoyed as well.

"Hmph!"

Hyuga Hiashi finally picked up the scroll containing the antiques and stormed outside.

"Hi."

At that moment, Hyuga Wuye's grinning face appeared in his field of vision without warning.

"You! Bastard!"

The moment Hyuga Hiashi saw him, his anger flared. "Where did you run off to?! Do you know that because of you, Big Sister has spent the past few days having almost every antique in the house appraised for sale?!"

"Stop talking. Go."

Kaguya's cold voice came from inside.

Hyuga Hiashi said resentfully, "Why don't you go yourself?!"

Kaguya spoke calmly, "Do you want news of the Hyuga Clan Head mortgaging the family property to spread across Konoha tomorrow?"

Hyuga Hiashi's face darkened. "So I don't need any dignity either?!"

Seeing him storm off, Wuye sighed and stopped him. "Hold on, hold on."

"What!"

Hyuga Hiashi's fists crackled as he clenched them. Clearly, his excellent upbringing was no longer enough to suppress his anger.

Wuye casually pulled the bankbook from his chest and stuffed it into his hand, then took the scroll from his other hand, grinning. "Here, there are thirty million ryo in it. Sell all these paintings, calligraphy pieces, antiques, and whatever else to me."

Hyuga Hiashi: "..."