Year Four, Month Four
"I expect big things from you boy, very big things."
I rolled my eyes as I watched the man hobble his way into the boat.
"Yes, yes, I'll be sure to do things that the Elemental Nations have never seen before."
Gato snorted, the sound getting slightly lost amidst the crashing of waves and cries of seagulls, the calls of men to board other ships, and the hustle and bustle of the port.
"I'm only going to be gone for six months boy. Don't get cocky now and think that you can make a large difference in that time."
It was my turn to snort. "It's not cockiness. It's confidence."
Now, it was his turn to roll his eyes. "Right," he then turned to my side, "Kitami, ensure that my son doesn't get in over his head while I'm gone."
Kitami Hiro, elite samurai and bodyguard extraordinaire, turned to me, his eyes indicating that he was not quite appreciating his new employment as a babysitter. "Yes… Gato-sama."
"Well, now that all of that is settled," a grin came upon the man's face as he turned around and yelled into his luxury boat "Where the hell is my bottle of sake, and the exotic geishas I ordered?"
I shook my head, and in my peripheral vision, I noticed Kitami doing his best to avoid snorting. Instead, we merely watched the boat eventually pull out from the docks, letting out a large honk of its horn, as it slowly, but certainly, began to trail out into the distance, far away from where my line of sight ended.
Then, a massive grin eventually spread on my face.
"You seem to be rather happy about your father's departure."
Oh, rats, I forgot that my baby-sitter was still here.
"I am."
The man rose an eyebrow at me.
"And why exactly would that be?"
I turned my gaze around, and stared at the port. "Let's just say… I'm not certain my father would approve of my methods of… management."
He stared at me oddly for a long bit, before I grinned and then smiled at him.
"Don't worry about it Kitami-san," I said, gesturing my hands into my pockets, but actually withdrawing from my Inventory, a small wad of notes "Just go get yourself a beer, or two, or get yourself the whole bar if you want. I'll be at the mansion for the rest of the week – by next Monday though, I'll be needing you around."
The man looked at me, and looked back at the money, before he shook his head and let out a sigh.
"It's your funeral kid."
I watched him leave and resisted the urge to immediately begin a string of long, maniacal laughter, easily worthy of Doctor Heinz Doofenshmirtz.
Let the first phase begin.
On getting home, the first thing that came to my mind was to immediately attribute the special points I had recently gotten, as well as to check up on my stats.
Name: Gato Junior
HP: 100/100
CHK: 10/10
Level: 2
Age: 4
Rank: Civilian
Title: Little Cutthroat
EXP: 2521/3000
Money: Approx. 60,000,000,000 Ryo
SPECIAL
Strength: 4 (-2) [E– Rank]
Perseverance: 6 (-2) [E– Rank]
Endurance: 6 (-2) [E– Rank]
Charisma: 2 (+20) [D– Rank]
Intelligence: 4 (+20) [D– Rank]
Agility: 4 (-2) [E– Rank]
Luck: 0 [F Rank]
Status
Buffs:
N/A
Debuffs:
(Malnourished: -2 penalty to Strength, Perseverance and Endurance)
Foils:
(Strong Civilian Heritage: Possesses less Chakra than the average human, 60% harder to increase Chakra reserves)
(Son of the Monster: –50% Reputation Gains with Civilians.)
(Machiavellian Principle: –50% Reputation Gains with Honorable or Good Characters, +50% Reputation Gains with Amoral or Evil Characters)
Boons:
(Arithmetic Prodigy: Grants +20 to Intelligence)
(Utilitarian Principle: Grants +20 to Charisma)
(Size Matters: Grants Perfect Chakra Control if Chakra reserves are less than or equal to available Health Points.)
Bio
Gato Junior, or Gat, or Junior, is the son of the prominent, but often amoral Business Tycoon Gato, and the sole heir to the Gato Shipping Conglomerate. Possessing a brilliant mind, a flair to be overly dramatic and pointlessly deep, he believes himself to be a genuine psychopath who will take over the world, enslave its women and become a God-Emperor.
(You have seven (7) undistributed Spec points.)
Yes, that was indeed, sixty billion that was there. Effectively meaning, that the income I got from the shipping business was instantly accessible to me via my gaming abilities. Regardless, I focused instead on my spec points, and without hesitating, I dumped all seven of them into Charisma, bringing it up to a total of 9 points, but actually 29 when added with the boons.
Most people would consider me crazy for wasting points on Charisma of all things, but it was essential, as everything else, Strength, Agility, Endurance and Perseverance could all be increased by future training. I was still four years old, so right now, unless I intended to get into fights, the most useful skill for me was my Charisma.
My charisma was also useful in certain other senses.
"A-are you sure about this Gato-sama?"
I ignored the slightly uncomfortable rope which bound me to the bed in favor of turning my attention back to the maid.
"Please, I'm not my father, call me Junior instead. Or Gat."
The maid, standing across me in the room, clad in black leather, couldn't help but frown.
"Junior-sama, are you sure about this?"
I sighed, before subvocalizing a brief observe under my breath as I gazed at the woman. Information about her name and everything else immediately entered my mind.
"Riko," I started, causing her to be startled in surprise at the realization that I knew her name "This is perfectly fine. I want you to use that whip and hit me as much as you can, as many times as you can, and mix in some pleasure with it so it doesn't get boring."
"Junior-sama, if your father found out that I actually hit you –"
"He'd probably give you an award, considering how often he loves to whip out his belt and smack me."
Still, she seemed slightly distressed. "Junior-sama, as much as I am flattered by the fact that you consider me attractive enough to make this request…"
Which was strangely true. She was hot.
"…you are four years old! I can't sexually whip a four year old!"
"I'll give you four million ryo."
Silence.
And then –
SMACK!
"You've been a naughty little boy J-u-n-i-o-r~!"
Ah, money answereth all things.
[Physical Endurance has levelled up! Level 4 – Level 5.] – [Reduces Damage done by Physical Strikes by 5%]