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February 17th, Konoha Year 57
The Third Hokage noted down this time in his little notebook. This was a memorable day because...
Naruto went out onto the street.
Although he was wearing a mask, in the Third Hokage's eyes, this was still a memorable event.
Wearing a white cat-face mask, Naruto wandered through the streets of Konoha.
He had bought the mask while wearing his warehouse mask, then immediately switched. The warehouse mask was too scary.
Now nine years old, Naruto was about 140cm tall, wearing a white T-shirt and black pants, moving through the bustling crowd.
He wasn't very good at coordinating clothes, anyway, it was just black and white. Black and white never goes out of style.
Naruto was still executing his "Konoha villagers have never seen me" plan to eventually seal Kaguya.
Whether the plan succeeded or not depended on fate. Anyway, it didn't matter.
Naruto was looking for a ninja tool shop, preferably Tenten's family's.
He had a good impression of this Chinese-style bun-haired little girl. She was an European Emperor. During the Fourth Great Ninja War, she almost picked up the complete set of the Sage of Six Paths' Ninja Tools. It was said that she also picked up the horn that Madara broke off his head when he cast Infinite Tsukuyomi.
As a African Chieftain, he wanted to borrow some of her luck.
After searching for a while without finding it, Naruto had to find another shop randomly.
Naruto had made a habit of skipping class and didn't even think about the fact that Tenten was in school.
There was no one in the shop, probably because the time wasn't right. It was half-past nine now. Generally, those who came to ninja tool shops were ninjas or students. Most ninjas had already gone on missions, and students...
"Welcome, what would the customer like to buy?" As soon as he entered the door, he heard the shopkeeper's enthusiastic welcome.
The shopkeeper was very polite.
"Four storage scrolls, one set of leg weights, 50kg each," Naruto said.
As a man, Naruto never dawdled when buying things. He bought and left. In his previous life, he never spent more than ten minutes shopping in a supermarket.
The shopkeeper was even faster, picking out what Naruto wanted in just one minute.
"Would the customer like anything else?" the shopkeeper asked with a friendly smile.
"No need."
"Then the total is ??? Ryō," the shopkeeper quoted a number.
Naruto, walking out of the shop, was about to cry. The pocket money he had saved for seven years was only enough for five scrolls. The weights weren't expensive, but these scrolls...
"Tenten is truly a rich person," Naruto sighed. Such rich and lucky characters were basically seen in the major game rankings in his previous life.
But in the Naruto world, Tenten wasn't very strong. Being rich and lucky didn't work in this world. This was a world of cheats.
He randomly found an empty place, teleported directly home, and began to study the two things he bought.
The storage scroll was the kind Tenten used to store ninja tools, used to store items. Storing and retrieving required consuming chakra. The shopkeeper gave him an instruction manual before Naruto left.
Naruto didn't care how much chakra it consumed. He didn't have much else, just a lot of chakra, but nowhere to use it.
His only skill was Shadow Clone Jutsu, and a half-finished Transformation Jutsu that he hadn't used much, transforming too poorly.
As for the Substitution Jutsu, Naruto said only weaklings used Substitution Jutsu. A real man fights head-on. If you can dodge, you can dodge. If you can't, you can't. What's the use of substitution? It's not Space-Time Ninjutsu.
Using substitution to paralyze the enemy while observing from the shadows? Wouldn't it be better to throw a smoke bomb, open a portal, leave with the main body, and leave a clone behind?
So, his huge amount of chakra was basically used to create clones for feeding and pinch his wives.
There was no way. People influenced each other, and so did people and foxes. Kurama was influenced by him into a otaku fox, and he was influenced by Kurama into "don't be cowardly, just do it."
A perfectly good otaku was influenced into: three parts fate, seven parts hard work, and the remaining ninety parts all depend on reckless, see death lightly, fight if you don't agree.
Running away if you can't win is strategic retreat.
He sealed 600 pieces of grilled meat with the scroll. This was for Sasuke. He needed his help with some things.
Then he started wearing the weights, the same kind as Rock Lee's, but lighter than his.
Naruto had misjudged his physical strength. When he was almost eight, dragging one tree was difficult, but now at nine, he could drag three trees while running. So he started considering weights. First, set a small goal: 100 about 50kg each.
Judging from the effect Rock Lee created when he took off his weights while fighting Gaara, one must weigh at least about 250kg. Rock Lee's training was quite arduous.
And now Naruto dared to pat his chest and guarantee that he was even more hardworking than Rock Lee, because the one training Lee was human, and humans understand human limits.
The one supervising his training was a fox, and this fox didn't understand human endurance at all. Its viewpoint was just "don't die."
If it weren't for his good physique, the Konoha Nine-Tails Jinchuriki would probably be lying in the morgue already.
Naruto sighed. How did a good otaku like him become like this? Shouldn't he be pinching mud at home...
After the two afternoon classes, Naruto said goodbye to little Hinata and walked towards Sasuke.
Sasuke was sitting there spacing out. He was very puzzled when he saw Naruto walking towards him.
Sasuke didn't know much about Naruto, except that he occasionally stared at him blankly and the appearance of the purple space-time ninjutsu that one time. The rest was skipping class and giving him apples.
"Sasuke, come to the rooftop for a moment, I have something to tell you," Naruto invited. He didn't mention the Uchiha clan, afraid that this kid would suddenly turn evil.
Naruto turned and walked away, leaving behind a class of stunned students. Out of 40 students in the class, the other 39 knew each other. He was the only special existence. Now he suddenly invited Sasuke, which they couldn't understand.
Naruto waited on the rooftop for two minutes, and Sasuke's figure appeared.
"What is it?" Sasuke's voice wasn't too cold. His family was gone, but his upbringing remained. Naruto had given him things when he was hospitalized. No matter what it was, it was the thought that counted. He couldn't put on a stern face.
Naruto took out a scroll and handed it to him, saying, "This contains grilled meat, eight kinds in total."
Sasuke was completely bewildered. Giving him grilled meat, and eight kinds at that? Did he look like someone who couldn't afford grilled meat?
"These eight kinds of grilled meat are almost identical, but two of them are very special."
"One strengthens spiritual power."
"One strengthens physical constitution."
"I think you know what this means," Naruto continued to explain.
Sasuke knew. His knowledge wasn't bad. And he also knew that the Sharingan corresponded to spiritual power. Strong spiritual power made it easier to awaken the Sharingan.
"What do you need me to do?" Sasuke asked.
Sasuke didn't think Naruto would be so good to him for no reason. Giving him apples last time he was hospitalized was probably just because they were classmates. But it didn't matter. As long as he had the power to kill that man, nothing else mattered.
"Here are 600 pieces. I don't know how many you can eat in a day, but I estimate it's enough for you for two months. You can come find me after two months. As for what I need you to do, I can't 'see' the difference between these eight kinds," Naruto emphasized the word 'see'.
Naruto decided to implement the "try before you buy" method. He knew Sasuke had awakened his Sharingan on the day of the massacre, but using the Sharingan too early placed a huge burden on the body. Let Sasuke eat for two months first, consolidate his foundation, understand the effects of the grilled meat, and then let him try to distinguish them with his Sharingan.
Naruto didn't care about the problem of Sasuke not being able to use the Sharingan at that time. If he couldn't use it, just fight him. He would eventually bring it out. Anyway, it wasn't his first time awakening the Sharingan.
He couldn't just beat him up to awaken his eyes and then distinguish, right? That wasn't the way normal people communicated.
Sasuke understood. Naruto needed the Sharingan's observation power to see the difference. So he had to let him eat for a period of time to awaken his eyes, and then let him distinguish.
"Then, happy cooperation," after saying that, Naruto opened a portal and stepped in.
Naruto left. Sasuke also took the scroll downstairs back to the classroom, preparing to try it tonight at home. He had considered whether Naruto would poison him, but he thought Naruto had no reason to poison him. Hmm, better test for poison at home first...
Naruto planned to pull both Hinata and Sasuke in later. If Sharingan didn't work, then Byakugan. If Byakugan didn't work, then both together. If neither Sharingan nor Byakugan could see it, and the Rinnegan was needed... Naruto planned to wash up and sleep. The Six Paths of Pain were too fierce. Even if he released the fox now, he couldn't beat them.
Nagato's body was definitely stronger now than when he invaded Konoha in the original story later. With all Six Paths open, the Nine-Tails might really not be his opponent.
Forget it, don't think about these things. Naruto relaxed his mind. If he couldn't see the difference, just eat more. Thinking about it was useless. First, strip the tree.
Their first interaction was very formal. Naruto wasn't good at communicating with people he wasn't familiar with, and Sasuke... wasn't good at communicating with anyone.