Leaving Ichiraku House, Naruto walked home along the empty street. "I'm home." Opening the front door, Naruto put down his canvas bag and walked straight into the bathroom. A few minutes later, Naruto emerged feeling refreshed. He had wrangled with the Nine-Tails all last night, then engaged in a chess match battle against Shikamaru and the others in class during the day, and after school he had acted as Ichiraku House's little apprentice while actually pulling all the strings behind the scenes. Now that the ramen contest had finally come to an end, he had been forced to take Itachi's DNA to prepare for the worst-case scenario of a future defection, and returning home now, things finally felt peaceful. Naruto lay flat on his bed in a star shape, the events of the day flashing continuously through his mind. Only after mentally reviewing everything like a playback to ensure no part had any flaws did he let out a heavy sigh of relief. Leaving his mind blank for about five minutes, Naruto sat up, grabbed the canvas bag, and took out the mourning garment gifted by Sasuke. He compared it and figured he should be able to fit into it. Placing the brand-new mourning garment by the bedside, Naruto moved his mind and said, "System panel." As his voice fell, a system panel that only Naruto could see appeared before his eyes.
[Golden Shovel System Panel] Host; Naruto Uzumaki. Negative Points; 6909 Shock Points; 11330 Silver Taels; 3110 Talent; Visual Insight LV1. Genin Taijutsu. Intermediate Throwing Techniques [Lucky Money Search Function] System Inventory Slots...
Glancing at the system panel, Naruto nodded slightly. The shock points had already exceeded ten thousand, and the negative points were just a little short. It was just that the silver taels were still far away from one million. Phew... Once the barbecue stall officially opens in three days, all plans will get on track. One million silver taels might be in hand within a few months. Yes, the gross profit and net profit splits were completely different. Especially since the semi-finished product supply chain in this world was virtually non-existent, and many barbecue products like mutton could only be acquired and slaughtered manually. Moreover, Naruto had only talked to Hongle Ichiraku about in-depth subsequent cooperation tonight, and hadn't actually asked about the issue of Konoha shop taxes. However, judging from how hardworking Ichiraku was in the original story, one could guess that taxes probably weren't low. I am only seven years old now, and there are still five years before graduating from the Ninja Academy and stepping into the original story's plot. Five years is enough time for me to advance step by step and achieve all my plans without anyone noticing. Naruto carefully reviewed his entire defection plan, as well as the many preparations needed moving forward. Gradually, he lay back on the bed and drifted off to sleep. Yet, less than ten minutes after falling asleep, Naruto woke up again. That was right, predictably Naruto's consciousness had arrived at the Nine-Tails' Home once more. "Nara head..." Compared to last night when the Nine-Tails was led around by the nose by Naruto, today's tone and voice were much colder. "Yo, Fox Lord, see you again, huh?" Naruto forced a wry smile. He hadn't even slept well yesterday, and he hadn't expected his consciousness to return here today. Damn it, another sleepless night. Tonight, the Nine-Tails proposed more than once that Naruto tear off the sealing formula on the iron gate, yet Naruto always managed to interrupt the Nine-Tails' plan at the crucial moment, forcing the Nine-Tails to divert its attention away from the scheme. That was right, tonight Naruto told the Nine-Tails many stories. What kind of stories? Naturally, stories that didn't exist in this world. Yet the prototypes of many stories were based on fantasy novels Naruto had read in his previous life, with the protagonists heavily modified by Naruto into trashy demon clan members who staged counterattacks to become entities feared by all beings across the three realms. Among them, Naruto even heavily modified a classic. The protagonist was named Lin Yan, a former genius of a clan who later turned into good-for-nothing trash, yet he encountered a fortuitous encounter and later met a Three-Tailed Spirit Fox during his trials. The man and the fox journeyed with a bond, supporting each other, genuinely becoming friends, and later experiencing life and death to become family. Sure enough, under Naruto's flawless, unprompted heavy modifications, the Nine-Tails listened in rapt attention. Especially when the protagonist Lin Yan encountered the three-tailed fox in the Star Dou Great Forest, the Nine-Tails' eyes lit up. For the Nine-Tails trapped inside the endless seal, the lethality of this story was, damn it, just like taking a puff of opium-it went straight to the head. Of course, as the mastermind, Naruto also heavily emphasized the initial plight of the three-tailed fox in the story, and how it gradually shook off its tragic fate by getting to know the protagonist, eventually becoming an existence looking down upon all sides. After hours of storytelling, Naruto only felt his throat dry and parched, longing for a gulp of iced cola to moisten his voice. However, by this time the Nine-Tails was utterly engrossed in the story, naturally projecting itself into the Three-Tailed Spirit Fox of the tale. Yet right at the most tense and thrilling part of the story, this brat Naruto actually stopped. "Brat, why aren't you talking anymore? Hurry up and tell me what happened after they met the powerful enemy!" Hearing only half the story and missing the continuation, the Nine-Tails felt its heart itching as uncomfortably as if it were being scratched by a cat, staring at Naruto with a pair of crimson pupils. Seeing the Nine-Tails like this, Naruto gave a dry cough as well, then drew out his tone and said, "If you want to know what happens next, tune in to the next installment." As soon as Naruto finished speaking, his body began to turn into countless shattering fragments-obviously, the alarm clock in the outside world had gone off. "Fox Lord, see you tomorrow." Whoosh... At that moment Naruto's body vanished from the Nine-Tails' Home like snowflakes, yet Naruto had no idea how berserk this made the Nine-Tails. Sealed away by successive generations of shinobi for endless ages, the Nine-Tails not only rarely got to go out for a breath of fresh air, but communicated with people even less. Having finally heard such a fox-heart-string-pulling story, it had actually been played for a fool by a hateful brat. How could the proud Nine-Tails accept that? "Damn it... Naruto Uzumaki, you get back here! Tell this lord the rest of the story!!!" Yet no matter how the Nine-Tails shouted until its throat was raw, Naruto couldn't hear it. By this time Naruto slowly drifted awake as well. After waking up, Naruto felt mentally exhausted. Clearly his physical body had slept for a night, but his entire vigor and spirit felt as though they had been sucked dry. If this keeps going, it won't work. Let alone me not being able to hold on, anyone else wouldn't be able to either, right? Naruto got up and paced with sore steps to wash up. After about five minutes, Naruto bounded out full of vigor with his canvas bag on his back, charging toward the training ground. Passing through the street, Naruto cleared his throat and let out a roar to wake himself up. "I'm gonna be Hokage!!!" [Ding! Received 1 point of negative emotion emotion value from a Konoha villager!] [Ding! Received 1 point of negative emotion emotion value from a Konoha villager!] [Ding! Received 1 point of negative emotion emotion value from a Konoha villager!] ... Whether due to his physique strengthening from taking the Cell Enhancement Potion or his louder voice, today's roar directly brought Naruto 200 points of negative emotion points. Mhm, another day full of seventy thousand! Before long, Naruto arrived at the training ground, marching all the way with his canvas bag on his back. He had long-term plans in mind, so even though he had the system assisting him, he didn't want to rely on it too much; willpower still needed to be trained by himself. Soon Naruto began a new day of cultivation. About two hours later, Naruto staggered home with his canvas bag on his back. After such high-intensity cultivation, it truly felt like being hollowed out inside-both sore and exhilarating. Upon returning home, Naruto washed up again, and it was not quite seven o'clock yet. Naruto changed into a somewhat ill-fitting, yet very brand-new black mourning garment, paced out of his front door, and headed straight for the Uchiha Clan Compound.
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