In Konoha: I will spread the will of conquest throughout the ninja world.

Ignoring the group of weaklings who couldn't be squeezed for Yin-Yang attributes, Igarashi looked at Minato Namikaze, who was hesitant to speak, the four Uchiha with blank stares, and Sakumo Hatake, who had a troubled expression.

With a wave of his hand.

"Twenty million each, take the money."

"Huh?"

"Eh what?" Igarashi said irritably to Uchiha Aoen, whose face was frozen in shock.

"Twenty million each, give me the money."

"Really?!" Uchiha Aoen exclaimed excitedly.

All thoughts of harming nobles during missions were completely forgotten.

That's twenty million!

How many tasks would he have to complete to earn that much!

Minato Namikaze finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Is this really okay? We're ninjas."

"Don't you want money? Are you from a wealthy family? Can you afford a few explosive tags with your savings? Do you need to upgrade your ninja tools? Would you like weapons forged from chakra metal?"

"..." The Minato Namikaze sank.

Sakumo Hatake coughed lightly: "Isogen-kun, after all..."

The fiftieth string interrupted him.

"Is the Hatake family's finances not in good shape?"

"..."

"Kakashi is only one year old, which is an age when he needs money. He'll need even more money in the future to arm himself, get married, and have children. Do you want Kakashi to be single for the rest of his life? Or do you want him to go to the battlefield with mediocre ninja tools?"

Sakumo Hatake's eyes suddenly sharpened.

The people inside the casino were seething with hatred.

This is all our money! Our money!

Those despicable Konoha ninjas! We're going to Konoha to file a complaint! We'll go all the way to the Hokage Building!

"Feed the brat!"

Tsunade could no longer contain herself and strode forward, her eyes practically fixed on the symbol of money.

"Everyone who sees this gets a share. Grandma Mito told me about you. Your name is... Igogaku, right?"

Staring blankly at the mountain of money, Tsunade felt like she was being treated like a relative.

More than two hundred million!

She'd never gambled this much before; if she went too far, Grandma Mito would really break her legs.

From his high vantage point, Yuuka looked down at Tsunade.

At first glance, it's snow-white.

At first glance, it's enormous.

The third eye: appreciating beauty.

Silently, she rubbed her forehead in exasperation.

After following Tsunade for a year, her impression of her as a great person was almost completely shattered.

Isogen's gaze shifted slightly upwards, and he said calmly, "Grandma Mito misses you very much."

Tsunade's emotions were complex, and her desire for money had diminished considerably.

"I."

She felt she wasn't ready to return to the village filled with her painful memories.

Shizune lowered her head slightly, her expression similar to Tsunade's.

Lady Tsunade's heart is in just as much pain as mine.

"Thirty million, in cash."

"When are you going back? I miss Grandma Mito so much."

Tsunade grasped the three extended fingers of the Fifty Strings with both hands, her face sincere.

Mute: "..."

Minato Namikaze: "???"

Click.

It looks like something broke.

After distributing the donations that a group of people had begged and pleaded with to be accepted, Igarashi excitedly dragged Yakushi Nonou away from the group and headed straight for a... amusement park that he had already set his sights on.

"Huh?" Looking at the bustling amusement park in front of her, Yakushi Nonou blinked, looking slightly bewildered.

She then covered her mouth and chuckled, softly asking, "Yu Ge, would you like to play here?"

Isogen shook his head slightly and looked at Yakushi Nonou: "The director must not have had a good rest since he came out for so long. There is no orphanage director or Konoha intelligence personnel today, only Yakushi Nonou."

Yakushi Nonou was slightly taken aback, feeling touched, but she was always used to being frugal.

"Eh!"

Wu Xian didn't care about anything else, grabbed her wrist and started weaving through the amusement park, then shoved her into the giant Ferris wheel.

Yes, the ninja world has all sorts of entertainment facilities, and Igarashi has complained about the off-track technology tree more than once, but this time is different.

Standing inside the Ferris wheel, hands on hips, looking down through the window, Isogen nodded with considerable satisfaction.

Hmm, this tech tree is skewed in a good way.

Sitting in her seat, Yakushi Nonou sat with her legs together, her delicate hand resting on her thigh, gazing tenderly at Igogami Yoka, whose chin was slightly raised.

Kindness and gentleness converged in her eyes.

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a few days later.

Within the Land of Rain, in an unremarkable, dilapidated wooden house, Jiraiya suddenly appeared.

The dim light revealed his rather disheveled figure.

Jiraiya dusted off his clothes, let out a long sigh, and complained, "Wasn't I a little too nervous?"

Since the border standoff, Amegakure has deployed a large number of people to strengthen border security. Hanzo of the Salamander even personally led a team to patrol the area, focusing on eliminating a group of people who were interested in the great commotion in the Land of Rain.

Although Jiraiya boasted of his strength and believed he could travel the ninja world without any problem, he was still apprehensive when facing Hanzo of the Salamander.

There was no way around it; the oppressive aura emanating from this demigod at the end of the war was simply too strong. Apart from the three of them, the entire army was wiped out. Even the three of them were spared only because Hanzo of the Salamander considered the subsequent consequences.

Therefore, even though he is much stronger now than he was back then, he can still dodge as much as possible when facing Hanzo the Salamander. If they were to fight, he wouldn't have two teammates to help him.

"Let's hurry back. I wonder if Yahiko and the others listened to me and hid themselves." Jiraiya's mind drifted to Nagato's unique eyes.

The footsteps automatically turned toward the nearest town.

"Let's buy some necessities before we go back. Sigh, raising kids is so expensive."

There are still three.

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Leaf.

The gate is still the same gate, but the people who return are not the same as before.

Uchiha Aoen looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, filled with immense sorrow.

Only a few days have passed, and they've already succumbed to the allure of money.

Minato Namikaze felt uneasy.

The experience of handling 20 million items firsthand and observing them with the naked eye are two completely different things.

In particular, his neural reflexes, having been certified by Jiraiya, made him even more acutely aware of the impact of vast sums of money.

In contrast, everyone else reacted better than him.

Sakumo Hatake was a renowned Jonin with considerable wealth, though he had never received a single sum of 20 million. The Uchiha, on the other hand, held their heads high, displaying the air of wealthy tycoons.

Tsunade...

"Hehe, thirty million, now we can gamble to our hearts' content."

Silently, she rubbed her forehead in exasperation.

How embarrassing, Lady Tsunade!

"The journey back was so smooth." Looking at Konoha, which he hadn't seen for so long, Yakushi Nonou was in a daze and couldn't help but sigh.

On her way back, she was prepared for Danzo to sabotage her from the shadows, but to her surprise, the journey was incredibly smooth. The only exception was the bandits she occasionally encountered on the road, who were used by Igarashi as human models for practicing chakra scalpels.

Thinking of the 'flag' fluttering in the wind and the perfect human model that looked as if it had just been taken out of Konoha Hospital, Yakushi Nonou's eyes were filled with even more complex emotions.

What exactly did this sensible child go through during the time she was away?

"that."

Just then, Minato Namikaze raised his hand, his face filled with worry.

"Are you sure there are no problems with the nobles?"

He was still very worried.

After all, I've heard of nobles dying of fright, illness, falling from carriages, contracting parasites, or being killed by desperate wandering ninjas or samurai during wartime, but I've never heard of a ninja from a great ninja village forcing a noble to hand over his wealth through torture.

Under normal circumstances, even wandering ninjas or rogue ninjas would not kill nobles.

Ishigaki's behavior undoubtedly crossed the line, but the person involved didn't care at all and even wanted to do it again.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the storage roll was already full of fifty strings, I would have liked to visit a few more stores.

But it doesn't matter, Tanabata Street is right there. As a famous entertainment venue in the Land of Fire, it has no shortage of rich people.

Tsunade scoffed and curled her lip: "What can those nobles who only know how to enjoy themselves do? I've got this kid under my wing. Let them talk to me if they dare. He's not dead, so he's doing just fine. I even helped him lose weight."

Losing 20 pounds in one go, is that some kind of easy way to lose weight?

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