"Two hundred kilograms of unrefined Gold Dust, value not yet assessed."
"One Garyūpa head, worth 30 million ryo."
"Several Puppet Scrolls, estimated at 500,000 ryo..."
Inside a cave, Hyuga Satoru sat beside a fire, tallying up his gains from the night.
Outside, night had fallen, and the forest was pitch-black.
After roughly taking stock, 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 is worth more than what I earned over the past half month."
There was no need to mention the Gold Dust. Once he found time to refine it with Electromagnetic Force, it would absolutely become a sizable fortune.
Garyūpa was a Sand Village rogue ninja, and there was a bounty on him in the Black Market as well. Those 30 million ryo had also gone into Hyuga Satoru's account.
Of course, Hyuga Satoru would not cash it in just yet. Rasa was still searching the entire forest for the man's trail, so he would let them keep looking a while longer.
Suddenly, a strange thought surfaced in his mind.
If he could imprison Rasa and make him desperately produce Gold Dust, then refine it into real gold with Electromagnetic Force, how wonderfully affordable that would be.
Still, a thought was just a thought. Rasa already possessed Kage-level strength. With Hyuga Satoru's current abilities, it was still uncertain whether he could take him down.
But the idea had been planted. Perhaps once his Electromagnetic Force reached a higher level, he could make a trip to Sand Village.
Morning.
In the forest.
Rasa, who had not slept all night, waited anxiously with massive dark circles under his eyes.
With several whooshes, the Sand Ninja who had gone searching appeared beside him.
"How did it