"200 kilograms of unrefined Gold Dust, value not yet assessed."
"One Jialupa head, worth 30 million ryo."
"Several puppet scrolls, estimated at 500,000 ryo..."
In a cave, Hyuga Satoru sat beside the fire, calculating the gains from his night's work.
Outside, night had already fallen, and the forest was pitch-black.
After making a rough inventory, the smile on Hyuga Satoru's face deepened.
"Tonight's haul was huge. Rasa really is my lucky star. What he gave me in one night was worth more than what I'd earned in the past half month."
Not to mention the Gold Dust. Once he found time to refine it with Electromagnetic Force, it would definitely become a considerable fortune.
Jialupa was a Sunagakure rogue ninja, and the Black Market had a bounty on him as well. Those 30 million ryo had gone into Hyuga Satoru's account too.
Of course, Hyuga Satoru would not cash it in right now. Rasa was still searching the whole forest for Jialupa's trail, so he could let them keep looking a while longer.
Suddenly, a strange thought surfaced in his mind.
If he could imprison Rasa and make him produce Gold Dust nonstop, then refine it into real gold with Electromagnetic Force... how wonderfully affordable that would be.
But a thought was only a thought. Rasa already possessed Shadow-level strength, and with Hyuga Satoru's current abilities, it was hard to say whether he could take him down.
Still, the idea had been planted. Perhaps once his Electromagnetic Force reached a higher level, he could pay Sunagakure a visit.
Morning.
In the forest.
Rasa, who had not slept all night, waited anxiously with enormous dark circles beneath his eyes.
With several whooshes, the Sand Shinobi who had been searching appeared beside him.
"How did it go?"
"We searched everywhere. We