Naruto: The Ninja World's Life Buyer

Chapter 108 Ninja Tool Style

Chapter 108 Ninja Tool Style

After returning from the training ground, Sousuke did not go straight back to Kikyō-kan.

He went to the Tenten Ninja Tools Shop.

The proprietress was taking inventory when she saw Sosuke and immediately came over to greet him.

"Mr. Sosuke, have you heard?"

The proprietress looked excited.

"It's all over the training ground! A bunch of losers used equipment from our shop to take down the young master of a powerful family!"

"Now many civilian ninjas are planning to buy more stab-proof vests and special explosive tags."

Real-world experience is the best form of publicity.

Those civilian ninjas who watched the drills are now most lacking in a sense of security.

They had no family secret techniques, nor powerful teachers. They could only rely on external means to survive.

They'll pay you if you trade ninja tools for a higher chance of survival.

"Prepare the goods. Urgently prepare the goods. Business will be booming these next few days," Zongjie instructed the proprietress.

The proprietress was overjoyed. She was about to strike it rich.

In the following days, Tenten's Ninja Tool Shop's business was indeed booming.

Surprisingly, the biggest customers weren't the graduates about to go to war, but rather the students who hadn't yet graduated from the Ninja Academy.

They came in droves, and the ninja tool shop was almost emptied of its inventory.

These students do not need to go to the battlefield.

But ever since that exercise, the trend of "ninja tool style" has spread among the civilian students of the ninja academy.

In the past, ordinary students practiced hand seals with all their might, using their meager chakra to imitate the ninjutsu of those from wealthy families.

The result is often that the attempt to draw a tiger ends up looking like a dog.

Now, the victory of Class 37 has shown them a clear path—

No talent? No chakra? No problem.

As long as you have enough ninja tools, you can win.

Although ordinary students are not wealthy either, they cannot be as fully armed as the three Iwais.

But buying a portion is still achievable.

Several scions of prominent families also secretly mingled in the crowd and bought some life-saving items.

After all, nobody wants to be the next unlucky one to be blown up by the bottom rung of a train.

Ninja Academy.

On the playground.

Normally at this time, there would be shouts of "Transformation!" or "Clone Technique!" echoing throughout the area.

But today, the atmosphere has changed.

"Look! This is my new shuriken launcher! Just pull the trigger, and it fires three at once!"

A commoner student proudly showed off the mechanism on his wrist.

"Pshaw, those toys are easy for even beginners to dodge. Watch this, it's a smoke bomb with a hairband! Just pull the string, and a ten-meter radius will be filled with smoke!"

Another student patted the bulging belt around his waist.

The children no longer competed to see who had more chakra or who could form hand seals faster.

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They were competing to see whose equipment was better and whose props were more insidious.

Even during sparring sessions, it was no longer a proper physical combat exchange.

Often, before one side can even charge forward, the other side has already thrown out a whole pile of caltrops.

This trend made the elite students from wealthy families feel extremely uncomfortable.

Their prized lineage and secret techniques seemed somewhat hampered in the face of this unscrupulous fighting style.

And at the edge of the playground.

A female ninja watched this scene coldly.

Misa Hayama.

Her flaxen hair fluttered slightly in the wind, and her dignified and aloof face was covered with frost.

"Degeneration".

She squeezed out two words through gritted teeth.

She came to the ninja academy to process the graduation procedures for the three elite students she was mentoring.

But they happened to witness this scene. Many students abandoned ninjutsu training and devoted themselves to practicing ninja tool techniques.

In her view, this was not progress, but the degeneration of ninjas.

A ninja is someone who hones their skills and pushes their limits. Relying on external aids is something only samurai or merchants do.

If even students who haven't graduated yet start relying on this kind of thing, what hope is there for Konoha's future?

"teacher----"

Behind her, Sarutobi Tetsuya lowered his head and spoke very softly.

"We also want to buy some equipment."

Ever since his defeat to the bottom-ranked player, Sarutobi Tetsuya's mentality has collapsed. He realized that no matter how powerful his Fireball Jutsu is, it's still vulnerable to those thick steel plates and unreasonable explosive tags.

"What did you say?"

Misa suddenly turned around.

The burst of chakra energy that erupted in that instant startled the three elite students, causing them to take a step back.

"You guys want to be like those losers too?"

Mesa's voice was stern.

"Just because you lost once, does that mean you should abandon your ninja way and take shortcuts?"

"But—they won after all," Shimura Kuroba whispered in defense.

"That's opportunistic!"

Misa interrupted him.

"What if you run out of ninja tools on a real battlefield? What if your explosive tags get damp?"

"Only the power etched into the body is eternal!"

"Go back! Run 100 laps with weights on! Anyone who dares to buy that junk can forget about being in my class!"

The three students were so frightened that they immediately ran to the track.

Misa watched their retreating figures, her chest heaving violently.

She wasn't just angry at the students for their lack of ambition.

She hated the instigator even more.

The merchant brought this evil influence into the school, corrupting the will of the ninja.

"Takaya Sosuke————"

Misa read the name aloud, her eyes sharp.

She turned and walked towards the school gate.

Sosuke walked along Red Fan Street, preparing to head to [Sweetness Place].

He's been in a good mood these past few days.

Influenced by the trend of "ninja tool style", graduates who are about to go to the battlefield are now rushing to buy more ninja tools.

Sousuke has already prepared a large amount of supplies to invest in civilian ninjas who are preparing to go to the battlefield but cannot afford ninja tools.

These people are cannon fodder now, but if they can come back alive, they will be a force to be reckoned with. Moreover, they will be a force loyal to him.

Just as he was envisioning the future.

A cold voice came from behind.

"Takaya Sosuke."

Sosuke stopped in his tracks. He turned around.

A woman stood under the streetlight.

Misa Hayama.

She didn't wear the tight-fitting Jonin vest, but instead changed into a set of black casual clothes.

Even so, her exaggerated figure could not be concealed.

Her hands were still wrapped in white bandages, a habit left over from years of martial arts practice.

But her face was as cold as ice.

"Misa Jounin?"

Sosuke was somewhat surprised.

"Did you need something?"

"I'm here to warn you."

Meisha took a few steps closer.

A refreshing fragrance, like that of a forest, wafted over. It was her unique scent.

"Stop selling that kind of garbage to students."

"Trash?" Sosuke raised an eyebrow.

"Those ninja tools."

Misa said coldly.

"Relying on ninja tools can lead to laziness. Once the tools are used up, or if they are targeted, they will be lambs to the slaughter."

"and----"

She stared into Sosuke's eyes.

"You are corrupting the will of the ninja."

"A ninja should be patient, disciplined, and push their limits."

"And you are teaching them to take shortcuts, making them abandon the study of ninjutsu and the honing of taijutsu, and instead study how to use external objects. This is dangerous."

Sosuke looked at the woman.

A typical traditionalist, they believe in asceticism and individual strength. This is also the mainstream value system of Konoha.

"Misa Jounin."

Sousuke smiled.

"You're right. But you've overlooked one point."

"What?"

"Not everyone is like you, possessing that kind of talent."

Sousuke's left eye felt slightly warm under the eyepatch. He saw it.

Within Misa's body, there was an immense amount of chakra. That was something an ordinary person could never achieve even after a lifetime of training.

"You possess a physique that is beyond the reach of ordinary people. However, those common children may only have a fraction of your chakra reserves."

"Their physical abilities, even if they train their whole lives, may not be half of what you are born with."

"If they don't rely on equipment, what will they use to fight against the Iwagakure demolition team? What will they use to fight against the Sunagakure puppets?"

"Will you risk your life?"

Sosuke stood up and looked directly into Misa's eyes.

"You say I ruined them. But I feel like I'm saving them."

"I gave them a chance to live. Even if that chance was bought with money, even if it was done in an ugly way."

"For the weak, survival is the greatest justice."

Misa was stunned.

She never expected that this businessman, who reeked of money, would say such a thing.

She wanted to argue.

I want to talk about the essence of ninjas, I want to talk about the Will of Fire.

But then I think of those civilian students who are about to go to war—

Her words stuck in her throat.

She is not the kind of person who would lie through her teeth.

"sophistry."

After a long silence, Misa coldly uttered two words.

"Hopefully, these principles will still save your life when you face a truly powerful opponent."

She turned to leave.

"etc."

Sosuke called out to her. He took a small box out of his pocket.

"Jonin Misa. Your hand."

In the snake's vision, there were tiny tears in the meridians inside those hands.

That was a backlash caused by excessive physical training, especially overly powerful boxing techniques.

Although she possessed the Thousand Hands clan's constitution, which allowed her to heal herself, the pain was real.

"This is a medicated ointment. It's specifically for treating meridian contusions."

Sosuke handed the box over.

"This is for you. No money required."

Misa stopped in her tracks. She glanced at the box.

This man saw through her hidden injury at a glance?

"I don't accept things from dubious sources."

She snorted coldly, didn't take the medicine, and strode away.

Sosuke looked at her tall, straight back, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"What a stubborn woman!"

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