Anyway, it was raised alive.
It was so hungry that it was impossible to not feed it. Naruto Uzumaki carried the lion ball.
He kicked the Jiraiya again.
He picked up his wallet and went out to buy.
Konoha was a big city compared to the National capital or the port, especially the National capital port of the Water Country.
It was really just a small village.
And because it was a military fortress.
It was inevitable that it would be boring to live there for a long time. Was that it? In addition to public property.
There were also small shops of craftsmen like Ichiraku Ramen.
All the flower shops in Konoha were owned by the Yamanaka family. The pharmacy was owned by the Nara family.
The meat shop was owned by the Chūdō family. The vegetables were planted on the land of the Uchiha family. The construction of houses and decorations were monopolized by the Hinata family, and the wood grew in the forest of the Senju family.
The cement bricks came from the kiln factory of the Sarutobi family. In short, and so on. The clothing, food, housing, and transportation industries were all acquaintances. So one could imagine what the pet shop was like.
In the Inuzuka family's residence, outside the block, the doors by the road were lined up in large and small rows. Some were selling ordinary cats, dogs, rabbits, and goldfish.
Some were selling expensive cats, dogs, rabbits, and lizards.
Of course, there were also places that only served ninjas.
"Hi.
I want a lion cub growth package. "Naruto put the lion ball on the counter.
"There is no lion cub growth package."
"You can get me all the things that should be prepared for a lion."
The retired Genin of the Inuzuka family put down the newspaper in his hand.
He picked up the lion ball and pulled it. "This lion's teeth are not very good, and its IQ is not high. Get down, or I'll cook you!"
Naruto Uzumaki was scared by the old Genin's roar. He looked at the lion ball on the counter and turned around without any reaction.
The old Genin turned his head and stared at the Ninja Dog cub on the side. "What is one plus two minus one?"
"Woof, woof!"
The old Genin threw a small bone to Naruto and pouted, "Why don't you pick a large Ninja Dog to guard the house and go out on missions? It's also good at dealing with naughty kids."
Naruto, who often fought with Kakashi and the other seven dogs, knew how good a Ninja Dog was. But … Naruto's vanity was inflated. Konoha's Ninja Dogs were a lot more than Konoha's Ninja Dogs! But there was only one lion! How many girls would ask for his phone number if he went out with such a big and handsome dog? Konoha Ninjas had more males than females! Face was the most important factor! Lions were the second most competitive force!
The old ninja knows what the kid is thinking just by looking at his eyes. "Really?"
"Yes." Naruto patted the bulging frog wallet and said generously, "Come on, lion feed. Hurry up and pack a month's worth of food for me."
The old ninja put on his glasses and sleeves and went into the freezer to rummage. After a long time, he pushed the cart out, "5000 taels for your patronage."
"…" Naruto looked at the transfer boxes that were piled higher than him. His hand trembled as he opened the wallet. A bowl of luxurious ramen was 80 taels without discount. Fried noodles in the cafeteria only cost 18 taels. However, every ninja had a daily food allowance of 50 taels. Underage ninjas also had a separate nutrition allowance of 30 taels. Eating in the cafeteria was basically free. Thirty multiplied by 80 was 2,400 taels. "It's just raising a lion. How can it be more expensive than raising two ninjas?"
"Lions need a lot of meat to ensure nutrition."
"Ninjas also eat a lot every day." Naruto gritted his teeth, "I'm not a rich young master who doesn't know the hardships of the people's livelihood. An ordinary farmer's family of four only needs 10 taels a day to eat!"
"But lions don't eat grains and leaves. They only eat meat. Konoha has 200 taels of barbecued meat per person." The old ninja smiled kindly, "Isn't that right? A little lion that can eat a cow in one meal when it grows up?"
"Ow … ow ow ow ow." Lion Ball happily picked up the lamb chop and chewed it with spittle flying everywhere.
Naruto picked up Lion Ball and walked out of the shop. Raising a cat was really showing off. Catching a cat was like spending money. Raising a big cat that would grow up many times bigger than a cat in the future … The basic salary of a ninja without a fixed position was 1800 taels. Being on duty and cleaning the sewers meant that they had no money. They didn't have to pay the mission fee proportionally like Chunin and Jounin. However, pulling weeds and taking care of children only earned 50 taels to 1000 taels, and a mission with 1000 taels was as rare as a C-level or B-level mission. The most important thing was that Sakura and Sasuke were still on their way, so he couldn't take the mission fee at the border. In short … he didn't have enough cash in his wallet!
"I've grown up and started to make money, but why do I feel more and more poor! Poor! "Naruto Uzumaki cut the noodles with two slices and tears were about to fall down. When a person raised a cat, as long as he remembered to feed it and clean it up, he was a good kid. As for where the cat food and litter came from, it was just like the milk in the fridge. It would be full in the morning after drinking it at night.
"However." Naruto touched his father's salary card in his wallet and poked Lion Ball, "As a gift to Naruto, it doesn't seem wrong to let Naruto pay for you. Yoshi, Kakashi can eat so much, but he never paid for food. My father should be able to afford you, right Lion Ball? "
"Ow …" Lion Ball was forced to separate from the lamb chop and rubbed anxiously.
Ow ow ow! Naruto's face was red with cuteness. He carried Lion Ball into the shop and said, "I want the biggest cat litter box! Cat litter! Cat litter! A cat rope! Cat litter is also from January! Send it to Qimu's old house. If someone doesn't let you in, pile it at the door. "
"Don't worry, Young Master Naruto. Kakashi's Ninja Dog food has always been sent by my family." The old ninja opened the receipt and packed it. He then quickly reached out his hand, "Thank you for your patronage. The total is 8,080 taels."
"Cough." Naruto comforted himself silently. His father was his, so his father's money was naturally his. His father's everything was his, everything. "Pay by card!"
"Beep."
At the same time, Naruto went downstairs, in a small meeting room.
"Beep beep beep, beep beep beep."
"Whose communicator is this? Turn it off." A series of beeps interrupted Watergate's thoughts. This made him very unhappy. Usually, it was fine, but today, he just wanted to settle things quickly and go home early.
However, "Beep beep beep, beep beep beep."
Watergate closed his eyes. At the beginning of the impromptu meeting, there were indeed only a few higher-ups. But as they discussed things, they had to call more people over when they reached the details. After all, the people who were really doing things were all subordinates. But the more subordinate they were, the more they couldn't force them to turn off their communicator. Who didn't have a 'what if'? If there was an emergency in a higher-up's house, the Dark Ops could still come in to pass a message. Ordinary Jounin and Chunin who didn't have a communicator would have a lot of regrets. "If it keeps ringing, go out and answer it."
In the end, everyone lowered their heads and it was still beep beep beep.
Watergate's anger rose immediately, but he thought that it would be a waste of time to get angry, so he looked at his watch again. "Forget it, the meeting is over. Let's continue in the afternoon."
As soon as he finished speaking, almost everyone in the room ran out, leaving Shikaku Nara, Hinata, Youjiwei, Sagittarius, Huo Xuanmen, and Kakashi who were burdened by their seats to continue listening to the beep beep beep beep.
Watergate was really curious. "Whose communicator is this? Answer it! Could it be that I'm hallucinating? "
"Yeah." Shikaku Nara opened his mouth and closed it. No one responded to the silence. As usual, he should be the one to adjust the atmosphere. But earlier, he didn't say anything in a row, so Watergate didn't like him. Now, he was still hanging his head.
"If you have something to say, just say it." Watergate threw the pen in his hand on the table. "Don't beat around the bush."
"Ah." Shikaku pulled out his chair and took half a step back. "My wife is waiting for me to come home for dinner."
Hinata stood up and bowed. "Four Generations. Something might have happened at home."
To Micro the Oil Girl covered her mouth and ran out. "Oh, I'm leaving, I'm leaving too."
Dingzhuo scratched his head, wanting to laugh but not daring to. "Watergate, I'm going to get you lunch. I'll be back soon."
There were only three people left in the meeting room.
"Beep beep beep."
Watergate, Genma, and Kakashi looked at each other.
Genma coughed lightly. "Actually, it's very common to wear glasses looking for glasses and hold keys looking for keys."
Watergate squeezed out a word from between his teeth. "Get lost."
Genma bent his waist at a 90-degree angle and crawled out on his hands and feet.
Kakashi kicked Genma's butt and patted his teacher's shoulder seriously. "Really, it's better than farting to mute the microphone or picking your nose and getting photographed."
"You too. Get. Out." Watergate grabbed Kakashi and threw him out.
"Ah!" Kakashi really did fly out of the window like a shooting star from afar.
Watergate clapped his hands and took out the Thor communicator from his trouser pocket. He turned off the sound and lit up the screen. He saw a string of green codes rolling in a loop — "Your salary card spent 8080 taels in Konoha today. If you have any objections, please call."
Yes, call. As for where to call? He hadn't decided yet. After all, Thor's communicator was only equipped with the higher-ups. He was the only one who connected his salary card to the communicator. Eh, speaking of his salary card, was it stolen? No, no, no, this is Konoha … Yes, Naruto came back with Kakashi this morning. Ah, that means my son is already awake. Yes, it's already noon. I wonder what Naruto bought? Maybe he's treating his friends to a meal? If Dingzhuo's little brat is here, 8,000 taels is normal. But such a generous treat … Could it be that someone brought a beautiful young lady … Sob, what should I do? Kina, is your dear husband going to be a grandfather at such a young age?! Sob, sob, sob.
"Sob, sob, sob." Watergate slammed the conference room door and cursed as he walked to his office. "Bo Fung Watergate, don't you think you've embarrassed yourself enough today?! No, you don't. "
"I knew you were going to make life difficult for yourself." In Naruto's office, Dingzhuo pulled out a chair for Watergate, opened the lunch box, and set the chopsticks. "It's good to be strict with yourself, but God's lightning often strikes the wrong people. Also, it's a conference room. If you speak from your seat, everyone in every corner can hear you clearly. This means that your voice is coming from all directions. Plus, we've been in a meeting for the whole morning … Don't worry, everyone understands. "
"But I don't understand." Shui Men washed his hands and dried them. "Since you know that it's my communicator that's ringing, you should've given me a hint. Why did you leave me alone there, cursing and smashing my pen? Is it fun to make fun of me?"
It's too fun. Dingzhuo bit his lip and laughed. "Okay, okay, I won't laugh. It's your birthday today. Happy birthday."
"Who knows if I was born today." Watergate chewed and cooked everything. He felt that it was terrible to be 40 years old. In the same conference room, when he first took over as Naruto, he could tell who was playing tricks even if a piece of paper fell to the ground. He could taste the saltiness of the patient's meal when a little salt was added a few years ago. His hearing and taste did not deteriorate, but they were no longer sensitive.
"Hey, don't be so funny." Dingzhuo saw that Watergate was still unhappy. He stretched out his hand and rubbed Watergate's bitter eyebrows away. "You've been throwing tantrums recently."
"…" Watergate sniffed the pickled pig's feet, roasted beef steak, and braised chicken wings in Dingzhuo's lunch box.
"Bear with it. When your stomach is better, I'll make you whatever you want." Dingzhuo was really worried about Watergate's condition. "You have to be happy on your birthday. Don't you look forward to what Naruto and Kakashi will give you tonight? Don't deny it. I'm looking forward to it. "
"I'm curious about what you gave me." Watergate smiled.
"Food, of course." Dingzhuo slapped Watergate on the back. "Don't talk nonsense. Hurry up and eat. After you finish eating, sign today's documents and go home. Leave the unfinished business to your subordinates. Back then, we needed you to keep a close eye on them because there were too many children being promoted. But now, the children have grown up. Moreover, growing up is something that requires constant mistakes. Look at how capable that idiot Xuan Jian is now. "
"But in a high position …" Watergate continued, "Kakashi looked quite capable when he was the head of the Secret Service. But because of one carelessness, we lost Fugaku. Dingzhuo, there are more enemies than you think. By the way … Oh. "
Dingzhuo looked at the chicken wings in Watergate's mouth with great satisfaction.
Watergate tasted the delicious sauce that made his taste buds explode. He raised his hand, closed his mouth, lowered his head, and carefully nibbled. As for the unfinished business just now? Well, Naruto, the leader of the Four Generations, allowed his subordinates to make mistakes.
But his subordinates didn't want them to make mistakes.
Sarutobi's residence, outside the main gate, in the shadows.
To Micro, the oil lady, was called here by his subordinates as soon as the meeting ended. But what was the use of him coming here? Jiraiya had his own room in Sarutobi's residence, his own pajamas, toothbrush, and even a servant to serve him. What reason did you have to not let him go home? So, instead of preventing Jiraiya from knowing that his teacher was under house arrest by his own disciple … it was better to call for more people to prevent Jiraiya from directly attacking Naruto's office like last time.
But it seemed like …
Sarutobi didn't say much to Jiraiya. "Weren't you at the border station? Why did you come back at this time?"
"To celebrate Watergate's birthday. Kakashi picked up Naruto, so I came back with him." Jiraiya wolfed down the delicious dishes on the table. "Sensei, I'm telling you, I'm starving. Watergate's fridge, there's nothing in it except the canteen lunch boxes. Even the milk has expired."
"Naruto and Kakashi aren't here, so Little Watergate won't go back." It seemed like it was just a coincidence. He didn't come back because he heard some rumors that he shouldn't have. Sarutobi breathed a sigh of relief and nodded to the cockroach at his feet.
The embarrassed cockroach drilled into a crack in the ground and left like a human. How could it not be awkward? To Micro the Oil Girl had been spying on the Sandaime-sama for the past few days, but now he had no choice but to send the third person away with him.
Sarutobi didn't think too much about it. He and Watergate were already in trouble, and now Jiraiya was involved. What's more, the former Naruto was locked up at home by the current Naruto. How would that sound? He and Watergate could afford to lose face, but Konoha couldn't. "Hey, eat slowly. I'll ask the kitchen to make you a plate of scrambled eggs."
"Oh, okay." Jiraiya wasn't going to be polite with his sensei. "Do you have any more of that wine from last time?"
"Yes, yes, yes." Sarutobi poured himself a glass of wine. It was rare for him to be envious of his disciple. No one had lived to Jiraiya's age. "Eat slowly. How old are you?"
"Even if I'm seventy or eighty, I'm still your cutest disciple." Jiraiya gulped down the wine and ate large chunks of meat. He lifted his sleeve to wipe his mouth. "Good!"
"Hey." Sarutobi moved a tissue towards Jiraiya.
Jiraiya took the tissue with a smile. "Where's Konoha pills?"
"The kid is old now. He likes to run around with his friends."
"Uh." Jiraiya hesitated for 0.01 seconds. "I saw Asuma at home too. Why don't we have lunch together?"
"He has a girlfriend who gives him love." Sarutobi smiled, he was very satisfied with his youngest son.
"Oh, oh, oh?" This was more interesting than Asuma wearing a Black Ops mask. Jiraiya quickly went upstairs to investigate. "No, sensei. Who's Asuma's girlfriend?"
"She'll be here soon!" Sarutobi knocked Jiraiya down with his pipe.
But it was enough for Asuma to see his white, coarse hair.
"Hey, don't worry about it. Jiraiya was already a third-generation disciple before you were born."
Asuma squinted at the Black Ops brought by the head of the security department and clenched his fist.
His fist was useless except for hitting people.
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