"Haha, I didn't expect you to have the Mangekyō Sharingan!" Uchiha Obito chuckled, eyeing Shisui with curiosity. "By the way, I just realized I never asked you—what's your name?"
The other ninja, calm and composed, replied, "Senior, my name is Uchiha Shisui."
Obito's eyes flickered with recognition. "So, you're Shunshin Shisui, huh?"
Though Obito hadn't kept up with every development in the Uchiha clan over the years, he had heard whispers—stories of rising talents in Konoha, and Shisui's name was always among them.
Now that he knew who Shisui was, Obito's determination to recruit the talented young Uchiha only grew stronger.
He grinned, casually slinging an arm around Shisui's shoulders. "Shisui, how about working with me? I'll pay you five million taels a month."
Shisui froze for a moment, stunned by the offer. As a ninja, his needs were simple — just enough money to buy shurikens, explosive tags, and jutsu scrolls. He didn't need much more than that.
He looked up at Obito, curious. "Senior, you seem very obsessed with money?"
Obito paused before answering, a flicker of sadness crossing his face. "Because I made mistakes in the past. Big ones. And now, I need a lot of money to atone for my sins. That's why I've been working non-stop, chasing after every tael I can get."
Hearing this, Shisui nodded thoughtfully. "I see... That's why."
Obito's grin returned. "So, what do you say? Will you join me? Don't worry, you'll definitely benefit a lot when the time comes."
Shisui's mind churned in confusion. The ideals he had always cherished—the Will of Fire that burned brightly in Konoha—felt like they were crumbling, shattered by Shimura Danzō's betrayal.
He glanced at Obito's eager eyes, then smiled faintly. "Since you asked, Senior, I'll stay and make money with you."
Obito's face lit up with joy. He patted his chest and said with conviction, "Once your wounds heal, I'll take you to get your eyes back! By the way, who took your eyes?"
Shisui's voice hardened as he said, "Konoha's Fifth Headman, Shimura Danzō."
He recounted to Obito what had happened, the betrayal and the cruelty of Danzō's hand.
Obito gritted his teeth in rage. "Damn it! Shimura Danzō deserves to die!"
He looked at Shisui, his eyes burning with resolve. "Don't worry. When the time comes, I'll help you get revenge."
Grateful, Shisui nodded. "Thank you, Senior."
Obito waved a hand dismissively. "Since you're my little brother now, tomorrow I'll take you somewhere to see the world."
Shisui raised an eyebrow. "Senior, where exactly?"
Obito chuckled mysteriously. "Hey, hey… it's a secret."
Shisui laughed softly. "Alright."
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The next morning, the two set off toward the border of the Fire Nation.
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Outside Peter's shop, the morning sun cast a warm glow over the quiet street. Peter stretched lazily as he stood at the door, feeling the promise of a beautiful day ahead.
"It's another perfect day," he murmured to himself, hoping for new orders.
Just yesterday, a wealthy man had discovered Peter's humble shop quite by accident. The man was driving his carriage around the Fire Country when curiosity drew him inside.
Peter's shop was unlike any other. The stone pillar at the entrance bore inscriptions that caught the rich man's eye—promises of powerful weapons and rare goods.
When the man asked if Peter had anything to defend himself, Peter eagerly showed him the hottest weapons stocked on his shelves.
The man was impressed. After witnessing the power of guns for the first time, he bought thousands of firearms without hesitation.
But there was a problem—he didn't have enough money on hand. So, he purchased a pistol and an assault rifle and hurried away, promising to return with the funds the next morning.
"Boss, I'm going to get the money now," the rich man said urgently. "I'll be back early tomorrow. You have to keep these guns for me!"
Peter rubbed his hands together, barely able to contain his excitement.
"I wonder when the boss will come back today?"
Thousands of guns were a huge business opportunity. Each assault rifle cost a million taels, meaning a thousand guns would be worth a billion taels!
If the rich man followed through, Peter would be swimming in commissions.
With enough money, Peter could finally upgrade his gear and leave the shop behind. He dreamed of venturing beyond these walls to see the world.
"Damn it! I've been stuck in this place for months. Finally, there's hope for me to get out!" Peter whispered excitedly.
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In the distance, several carriages rolled toward the shop.
"Is that him? The boss?" Peter's heart pounded as he watched the lead carriage approach.
A middle-aged man in extravagant clothes stepped down, his eyes bright with purpose.
Spotting Peter, he hurried over. "Boss, I brought the money!"
Peter smiled widely, shaking the man's hand. "No, you're the boss!"
The rich man blinked, confused by the words but too pleased to question them.
"Boss Peter, are the weapons ready?" he asked eagerly.
"Of course! They've been ready for you for a long time. As soon as the money is in place, you can have as many as you want," Peter replied confidently.
The rich man nodded, his satisfaction clear. "I've brought a total of five hundred million taels. How many weapons can I get for that?"
Peter's eyes nearly bulged in excitement as he whipped out a calculator and started crunching numbers.
"Boss, five hundred million can buy you five hundred assault rifles," Peter said carefully.
"Five hundred…" The man muttered, surprised that all his fortune could only buy that many.
But as he thought about the devastating power of the assault rifles, his doubts faded.
Peter noticed the man's hesitation and felt a pang of guilt. The price of these rifles was indeed high, especially since their design wasn't particularly complex. Given enough time, the technology could probably be replicated within the ninja world.
Yet Peter kept that thought to himself. After all, he was just an employee here—he needed to sell goods, earn commissions, and grow stronger, so that one day, he could leave the shop behind.
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"Boss Peter," the man continued, "I'll take 300 assault rifles, 200 Desert Eagles, 200 grenades, and the rest in bullets."
"Okay! I'll prepare everything right away," Peter said, hurrying inside.
Soon, the front of Peter's shop was crowded with weapons: assault rifles gleaming under the sun, stacks of Desert Eagles, dozens of grenade boxes, and hundreds of cases of bullets.
"Boss, all the weapons are ready. Would you like to place your order?" Peter asked.
"Yes," the man replied. "I'll have my men transfer the money immediately."
With that, he gestured to the men behind him, who began hauling boxes of banknotes into the store.
Peter's smile stretched wider and wider. Watching the mountain of money pile up, he felt a surge of hope.
With this fortune, his dream of stepping out into the world was finally within reach.
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