An Uchiha Who Wants to Improve

Year 45 of Konoha, the tenth year since the start of the Second Shinobi World War, and the one about to kick off was the Third Shinobi World War.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves of Leaf Village, casting mottled light and shadow, and pedestrians came and went on the busy, bustling streets.

However, a tense, gossipy atmosphere hung over this bustling commercial street.

In front of two adjacent shops, a crowd of onlookers had gathered, their gazes all focused on the two shop owners.

On the left was a shop dealing in ninja tools, and the owner was a middle-aged man named Iwata.

On the right was a small shop selling ninja outfits and gear, and the owner was a shrewd woman named Miyo.

The two of them were red-faced at the moment, pointing fingers at each other, and their quarreling caused everyone around to stop in their tracks.

"You're deliberately stealing my business! You opened your shop right next to me just to snatch my customers!"

"What a joke! When I opened my shop, you didn't even know where to throw your diapers!"

"Clearly your own management is poor, don't push the blame onto me!"

The two of them traded barbs, arguing endlessly.

The watching villagers discussed it animatedly; some felt this matter was indeed a bit excessive, while others felt this was just a common occurrence in the business world and no big deal.

Right at that moment, a crisp whistle pierced through the noise of the argument.

The crowd automatically cleared a path, and a young man wearing the uniform with the Uchiha clan crest walked over with two ninja in tow, one fat and one thin.

He looked to be only about twelve or thirteen years old, but his gaze revealed a maturity and calmness out of sync with his age.

The youth was Uchiha Lan, a completely ordinary squad leader in the Uchiha Police Force, and just a plain, unremarkable Genin of Leaf Village.

He was also a working stiff from the million-strong army of transmigrators, possessing peak good looks and as handsome as the readers.

Uchiha Lan, who had just woken up naturally from sleeping face down on his desk, had been temporarily called out by his underlings to handle matters, and his irritation was off the charts.

Arriving in front of the two, he glanced at the quarreling pair, his tone calm yet carrying unquestionable authority:

"Sidao Shop, you can argue, but can you pay your protection money first!"

Iwata and Miyo were startled by this sudden appearance, and the former looked up at Uchiha Lan, a flash of pleasant surprise crossing his eyes.

Iwata spoke up first:

"Captain Lan, you're finally here. We agreed at the start that only I was allowed to open a ninja tool shop on this street, letting me enjoy the dividends of this street all to myself from the beginning of the year to the end."

"And yet this bint directly opened a ninja gear shop right here."

"Those customers are smitten at the sight of a pretty face and all ran off to her place, my business has dropped by so much. You're the big shot, so just say it—are you going to manage this or not!"

Uchiha Lan frowned, thinking to himself how this matter was tricky in the slightest.

This Uchiha Inada and Uchiha Inasui truly lived up to being ancestral Uchihas; their brains weren't sharp at all.

Such trivial nonsense was interrupting his slacking off.

He looked at Miyo, and had to admit that although she looked to be around thirty, she still retained her charm.

No wonder she could attract so many old lechers to patronize her shop.

Faced with Iwata's "accusation."

Miyo, believing her might made her right, was not to be outdone either as she said:

"Captain Lan, my shop is open legally and compliantly, with an official approval document signed by the Hokage Building. There's no way we can just let him say we aren't allowed to open and shut it down."

"Besides, doing business relies on true ability in the first place. He has no capability of his own, so he can't blame others."

"Hey, if it were normal competition that would be one thing, but what kind of Balenciaga are you wearing?!"

"I'll wear whatever I want to wear, don't you understand the freedom of dressing?"

"I'll go your..."

Seeing the two getting more and more heated in their argument, Uchiha Lan pondered for a moment and said slowly:

"Stop! How about this, this problem is very simple to resolve."

Hearing this, the two stopped arguing and just waited to see what Uchiha Lan had to say.

The other watching villagers also stopped fixing their eyes on the proprietress Miyo.

"The key to this problem lies in finding the key problem, so what is the key problem? It's that we need to find the key to the problem..."

"In short, the problem is that your business has decreased, and you also want to attract more customers, which is very simple."

"The two of you run a joint promotional event, selling ninja tools and outfits bundled together, combined sales, and split the profits between the two houses by a fixed ratio."

"This satisfies customer demands, and the two of you can achieve a win-win."

Iwata and Miyo, who had initially been a bit dizzy, both hesitated upon hearing this.

"Captain Lan, this—my Iwata family has a grand enterprise, and I'm to cooperate with her small, humble establishment?"

Uchiha Lan continued:

"If you don't agree, then there's another method, and that is for you, Boss Iwata, to buy a set of women's Balenciaga, dress up in it, and I guarantee your customers will come pouring in like water."

"Hahaha..."

As soon as these words came out, the watching villagers instantly burst into laughter, and even Miyo, who had been cursing like a fishwife, couldn't help but chuckle.

This laugh was no small matter, directly stunning the red-faced and thick-necked Iwata, who involuntarily drooled with emotion.

Swallowing his unpromising tears, Iwata directly patted his chest and generously agreed.

"Alright, Captain Lan, I'll consider it giving you face, I agree to this matter!"

And Miyo, after weighing the pros and cons, also reluctantly nodded.

Originally her shop mainly sold ninja outfits and gear, with ninja tools merely as accessories; if she could latch onto the customers of Iwata's ninja tool shop, that could also be considered developing new customer sources.

Seeing yet another merchant dispute resolved and that he could safely collect protection money and slack off.

Uchiha Lan also revealed a satisfied smile.

"Then it's settled. Now, hand over the protection money."

Although Iwata and Miyo felt a bit awkward, they still obediently forked over the cash.

"Wow, this squad leader isn't old, but he's really smart!"

"Yeah, I've never seen such a swift and decisive Uchiha clansman."

"He looks so young, I didn't expect him to have such drive."

"Anyone can tell you're outsiders; who on this street doesn't know him, hailed as the friendliest and fairest Uchiha."

"Basic operation, no need to be amazed."

When the crowd gradually dispersed, the commercial street returned to its bustling state.

After getting the 10,000 ryo in protection money, he directly pulled out half and split it with Uchiha Inada and Uchiha Inasui.

As Uchiha Lan's fat-and-thin-immortal underlings, naturally a round of flattery was delivered as well.

"Captain Lan, it has to be you. Every time there's these trivial disputes, you can easily resolve them and still make them pay money. Too awesome!"

"What do you mean?"

"Super awesome!"

"Hahaha, Inasui, you've improved again."

"This tongue of yours is way sharper than your older brother Inada's. Where'd you learn that?"

"Didn't the captain often say super awesome?"

"Hahaha, let's go, I'll be generous today, to the Akimichi Clan's barbecue restaurant!"

"Captain is wise!"

Hearing they were eating barbecue again, Uchiha Inasui grinned, showing all his teeth as he smiled happily.

Meanwhile, Uchiha Inada remained calm and quiet, but a smile appeared on his face as well.

Just as Uchiha Lan was happily pocketing the remaining 5,000 ryo and preparing to go eat a meal.

Suddenly, a panicked figure squeezed through the crowd.