Konoha: The thirty-year-old Uchiha is not motivated.

"Kakuzu, I advise you to stay away from these two, or you will regret it later."

Zhongming's sharp voice rang in his mind. Kakuzu, who was trying to build a good relationship with the two newcomers, was stunned for a moment and immediately stopped his deliberate respect.

Little did he know that it was his act of pulling back from the brink that successfully saved the lives of two people, a man and an animal.

"Well, I have a mission here. Let's talk next time we meet."

Adhering to the principle of listening to the beast's advice and eating his fill, Kakuzu nodded at Senju Tobirama who was planning a killing move, and quickly left this place of trouble.

"Hey, why did he leave? This guy with a pointy head doesn't look like a bad guy~"

After Hashirama Senju smiled and waved goodbye to Kakuzu, he turned his head with a look of regret. Tobirama Senju curled his lips coldly.
"He saved his life."

"Tobirama, you're expanding."

Shaking his head, Senju Hashirama had a solemn look on his face. Although his strength was now halved, he could still sense a huge aura from Kakuzu.

If Senju Tobirama were to fight the opponent alone, he might not be able to hold on for long, and would eventually have to rely on Flying Thunder God to escape.

"He is Kakuzu, the rebel ninja of Taki no Kuni, and also the Knight of the Seven-Tails."

"Ah? Is he the powerful guy that Madara mentioned?"

Senju Hashirama once heard his best friend talk about his impressions of other Tailed Beast Knights after dinner. Even the always arrogant Uchiha Madara praised the Seven-tailed Beast Knight.
Evaluate the other party as a knight who knows how to protect.

"That's right, but I'm definitely no match for you, big brother."

It turns out that the reason why Senju Tobirama was so arrogant was because he relied on the presence of his elder brother, so he dared to speak loudly to Kakuzu.

A total dog taking advantage of the power of his master.

"It's hard to say. My current strength is not as good as before."

"That's not something that any random person can do to you."

"Okay, okay, making money is important."

After enjoying the commercial promotion of Senju Tobirama, the satisfied Senju Hashirama waved his hand, and the two of them flashed into the gold exchange office, dumped the task items in the storage scroll on the counter, and waited for the staff to count them.
"Please wait a moment, both of you."

The staff naturally recognized the new duo that was popular recently. After all, the two had obvious characteristics. One was harsh, seldom talked and was short, while the other was tall and liked to giggle and had a very loud voice.

Since the Black and White Devils, which Tobirama Senju had casually created before, had already been registered by a mysterious person with distinct black and white hair, the official exchange randomly matched the two with a nickname that fit their characteristics very well.

【Foolish and Unhappy】

When delivering the task before, Senju Tobirama heard this nickname and was so angry that he almost threw the shit pit of the gold exchange office to him.
Fortunately, Hashirama Senju intervened in time to subdue his furious brother, thus preventing the nickname TFboy from falling on either of them.

Among the mission items on a counter, in addition to the most common corpses in the gold exchange, there are also some miscellaneous small gadgets. Some people issue black market missions that are not to take people's lives, and there are also ordinary tasks of finding lost objects or the whereabouts of people.

"Hello, I have counted the bounties and mission rewards. After deducting the service fee, the total is 6.805472 billion taels."

Soon, another staff member came out with a storage scroll. Qianshou opened the door immediately after he passed it. Hundreds of suitcases were neatly stacked together. He nodded with satisfaction.

After flexing his fingers, Senju Tobirama said to his brother beside him,

"Brother, let me check the rewards first, you go and see if there are any new tasks."

"Hey, leave it to me!"

Swish~swish~swish~
Just as Senju Tobirama transformed into a ruthless money counting machine, Senju Hashirama curiously took the bounty task list from the staff.

What Senju Hashirama had in his hands were nothing more than bounties for murder and revenge, which made him lose interest.
It wasn't until he saw a yellowed missing person notice that his eyes were suddenly filled with curiosity and he raised his hand to take out the task.

"Can I take this one too?"

"Yes, it is possible, that is."

Seeing the missing person notice in Senju Hashirama's hand, the staff frowned slightly.
"Just what?"

Seeing the staff member seeming to be hesitant to speak, Senju Hashirama's curiosity was instantly piqued.
"This task has existed since the establishment of the Gold Exchange. Someone once reserved a large sum of money as a reward, but after so many years, this task is still on the list."

"As long as there's a reward, we'll take it."

It's just a mission to find someone, so it's no loss even if we can't find him.

"but."

"Any questions?"

Senju Hashirama, who had already started to screen other tasks, looked up at the staff who were hesitant to speak in confusion.
"Master No-Brain, this mission is a bit weird."

Perhaps due to the affinity that Hashirama Senju had, the gold exchange employee felt a little sorry for him, so he quietly reminded him,

"Evil?"

Senju Hashirama narrowed his eyes and knew that this task was not easy.

"Please take a look at the release time of this task."

Hearing this, Senju Hashirama took out the missing person notice he had just collected and saw an unfamiliar time mark in the lower right corner.

[Year 478 of the Zu Guo Calendar]

"The Land of Ancestors? I've never heard of such a country?"

Hashirama Senju's knowledge reserve is not low, but he has never heard of any country called the Land of Ancestors in the current ninja world.

"Isn't the Zu Country the country that has been destroyed for more than a thousand years?"

On the other side, Tobirama Senju, who had counted the money at super speed, saw his elder brother secretly whispering with the staff. Driven by curiosity, he moved over and just heard the three words "Ancestral Country".

"I didn't expect that Master Unhappy is a scholar and actually knows about the Zu Country."

If it weren't for the admiration in this worker's eyes, Senju Tobirama would have sent him to see the Six Paths Patriarch long ago.

"If what you said is true, this mission was first issued in the Ancestral Country a thousand years ago?"

Senju Hashirama's hands trembled with fear, and the yellowed missing person notice fell on the counter. The three people's eyes fell on the portrait of the mission target at the same time.

He was a middle-aged man with an ordinary face, and judging by his clothes, he should be dressed like a wandering monk, which was popular many years ago.

Apart from this, there are no other obvious features.

There is even less description of the mission objectives below, and more of it is a self-description by the mission initiator. The most eye-catching sentence is,

"When I was thirteen, I met a divine monk and heard his Buddhist chants. When I was sixty-three, I met him again. His appearance remained the same. I wanted to find him, but he never showed up."

"Another fool seeking immortality."

After reading the content of the missing person notice, a disdainful smile appeared on Senju Tobirama's face.

The person who issued this task met the same monk twice, when he was young and old. He found that his whole life had passed, but the other party was still the same as when he first met him. He then wanted to learn how to achieve immortality, but the monk ran away when he heard that.

That is why the person who issued the task spent a huge amount of money to launch this missing person notice, in order to find the immortal monk and learn the secret of longevity.

As a result, the person who issued the task never saw the monk again until his death. But before he died, he specifically instructed his descendants to find the immortal monk and learn the secret of longevity.

As a result, a thousand years have passed, the person is dead but the mission remains.

"What are you doing taking on this overdue mission?"

Senju Tobirama rolled his eyes at his brother and threw the missing person notice to the staff.
"And you guys, why don't you burn this waste paper and save it for Qingming Festival?"

A thousand years have passed. No matter how the monk managed to maintain his youthful appearance, he is destined to turn into dust.

"Ouch! Huh~"

The staff member hurriedly took the missing person notice, and his expression gradually became weird. After taking a deep breath, he whispered,

"My Lords, this mission has not expired."

"what?"

The Qianshou brothers were stunned when they heard this. What kind of task has such a long shelf life that it won’t expire in a thousand years?

"Because fifty-two years ago, there was a record of witnessing this mission target."

The staff's voice was not loud, but it stirred up huge waves in the hearts of the Qianshou brothers.

"Is it true that someone can live for a thousand years? They are not turtles."

Senju Hashirama couldn't help but mutter to himself, while Senju Tobirama beside him also had a solemn expression, his eyes full of thought.

Suddenly, as if they had been electrocuted, they both raised their heads and looked at each other, with a look of realization in their eyes.
"It seems that this is not impossible."

"Haha, it seems we have the same idea."

Seeing his brother's annoyed expression, Senju Hashirama laughed.
They asked for the missing person notice again, and in the blurry portrait, they finally found what they wanted.
"Sure enough, I said it, how could that curly-haired guy develop such a magical technique?"

Pointing at the monk's chin in the portrait, Senju Tobirama's face was full of mockery. Looking carefully, he found a diamond-shaped mark there, the same shape and size as a hair on someone's forehead.

"So, this mission is real?"

"If the eyewitness record of fifty-two years is true, then this monk who has lived for a thousand years may really exist in some corner of the ninja world."

He solemnly put away the missing person notice. A curious researcher like Senju Tobirama would never let go of such rare research material.
A living thousand-year-old antique.

"We took it!"

Konoha.

As the Hokage election is approaching, the entire Uchiha clan is bustling with activity. All Uchiha clan members are well aware that it is a foregone conclusion that the clan head will take over as the second generation, so it is not excessive at all to pop champagne at halftime.

Among the celebrating Uchiha clan members, there was a young man who seemed out of place. He was not laughing and joking in groups like the other clan members. Instead, he was holding a small notebook and kept writing and calculating. His delicate eyebrows were furrowed, "We must not miss this good opportunity to make money."

Uchiha Fuyou, now 15 years old, is the grandson of the former clan leader and the son of the current deputy clan leader, but he has not developed an arrogant and domineering personality.

Not only that, his mind is also much more delicate than that of the average Uchiha clan member, and he won't glare at people with red eyes at every turn.

"Master Fuyou, how come you have time to come back to the tribe today?"

A sharp-eyed tribesman noticed Uchiha Fuyou's presence and immediately stepped forward to greet him with a smile.
"I have come to discuss something with my father. You all should eat and drink well."

Uchiha Fuyou also smiled and nodded in response, looking like a modest gentleman.

In the clan leader's office, Uchiha Izuna was discussing this year's clan dividends with Uchiha Madara.
"Brother, the finances are a bit tight lately."

Due to the entry of two new forces into Konoha, the pie that was originally divided into two by Uchiha Senju was torn into three pieces.

It had little impact on those ninjas who drank the soup, but it was a big blow to a towering tree like the Uchiha.

"How to say?"

Uchiha Madara, who never cared about finances and always asked his eldest cousin for money when he had no money, frowned slightly.
He is about to become Hokage, and the future of the Uchiha clan is destined to be in the hands of this kid Izuna, but at this critical moment during the New Year, he is told that he has no money?
Isn't this just asking for a beating?

"It's because the Wave Country and the Whirlpool Country started a price war with us, which eroded a lot of our market share."

Under pressure from his elder brother, Uchiha Izuna had to blame his own poor leadership on the newly arrived countries of Uzuki and Hazuki.

"Especially the Wave Country, it's like giving birth to a son without dermatitis. They sell whatever we sell. They have stolen the Uchiha family's traditional craftsmanship and imitated it so exactly that even the elders in the clan can't tell the real thing from the fake."

Speaking of the Land of Waves, Uchiha Izuna was very angry. Their Uchiha clan was good at making some cat-related handicrafts and peripherals, but it turned out that the same ones were also available in the Land of Waves Folk Street, and they looked much more exquisite than theirs.

"Is this true?"

Uchiha Madara narrowed his eyes. Although there is no such thing as intellectual property rights now, the blatant plagiarism of the Wave Country has indeed touched the bottom line of the Uchiha clan. As one of the rulers of Konoha, he must do something to set the record straight.

"It's true!"

Bang bang bang~
"Come in."

"Meet uncle, meet father."

Uchiha Fuyou pushed the door open and saw Uchiha Madara sitting in the main seat. A look of admiration flashed in his eyes.
"Yes, Fuyou. Is there anything you don't understand in your recent cultivation? Uncle happens to have some time recently and can answer your questions."

Looking at his nephew who had become a talented man, Uchiha Madara nodded with satisfaction.

He had seen the name Uchiha Fuyou many times in the mission hall. At such a young age, he had completed many difficult missions and was dubbed a genius by many people.

"Uncle Xie, if I have any questions I will definitely come to you first."

Smiling and nodding, Uchiha Fumi turned his gaze towards his father, his face full of excitement.
"Father, I came here this time with a good idea."

"Stop! Stop talking about your way to make money. What you need to do now is to practice hard."

Uchiha Fuyu's enthusiasm had not yet risen when it was extinguished by Uchiha Izuna's frown.

Looking at his son who was gradually walking crookedly, Uchiha Izuna rubbed his temples with a headache.

This child, Fuyou, is good in every way, except that he started to like making money since some time ago. He is also quite lucky in terms of wealth, and several of his investments have brought him considerable returns, which surprises his mother, Mieko.

But in Uchiha Izuna's opinion, this is simply not doing one's job properly. The future of the Uchiha clan is likely to be handed over to the rich. If he neglects to practice now, how can he support the entire family in the future?

Not to mention that most people in the Uchiha clan are still dreaming of becoming a hereditary Hokage.

"Uncle, this is such a great opportunity. It would be a shame if you don't seize it!"

Seeing that his father was stubborn, Uchiha Fuyou showed anxiety on his face. Uchiha Madara heard that it was about his becoming Hokage, so he asked curiously,
"Quannai, shut up first. Fuyou, you speak."

"Big brother!"

"My words are useless?"

"Fuyou, you should tell your uncle the truth and not exaggerate."

Facing the cold eyes of her elder brother, Uchiha Izuna's chrysanthemums tightened and she had no choice but to compromise.

"Uncle Hu, you will soon be the second generation. As long as you do a good job of pre-publicity, Konoha will definitely have a lot of tourists during the change of leadership ceremony."

Hearing this, Uchiha Madara nodded in agreement.

His name is now a household name known to everyone.

The low-key darkness of the ninja world.

The mysterious Nine-Tailed Knight.

Add to that the Second Generation Hokage, and with all these buffs stacked up, there will naturally be many curious ordinary people who want to come and see his face.

The Land of Fire is the most populous and prosperous of the five major nations. It is the New Year, and everyone has money and time, so they will naturally take this opportunity to visit Konoha.

"These people definitely won't come here for nothing. If we don't spend a lot of money, how can we justify Konoha's warm hospitality?"

As he spoke, Uchiha Fuyou's eyes shone with golden light, filled with a desire for money.

"Then let the Shodaime call his son and daughter-in-law back. The title of the Fire Country Princess also has considerable appeal. Of course, it would be even better if the Daimyo could also be invited to attend the ceremony~"

"You have a lot of clever ideas, kid, but how are we, the Uchiha clan, going to make money?"

"That's easy. Let the tribe produce a batch of peripherals with you as the theme, including cheering fans, dolls, figurines, toy ninja tools, limited edition grains, etc."

"These things should be easy to copy, right?"

Hearing this, Uchiha Izuna frowned. This kind of product will surely sell well, but with the craftsmanship of those guys from the Land of Waves, they will be able to imitate it clearly in less than three minutes.

"As long as it's named after my uncle, we don't have to worry about others daring to copy it."

Hokage has the right to his image.

"Fuyou, this is a good idea. Izunai, I'll leave this matter to you. I want to see the tribe's dividends doubled this year."

After a brief thought, Uchiha Madara felt that his eldest nephew's plan was feasible, so he asked Uchiha Izuna to cooperate fully and strive to ensure that all members of the clan received big red envelopes and had a good New Year.

"Actually, there is another way to make more money."

Seeing that his plan had been initially approved, Uchiha Fuyou breathed a sigh of relief. With a slight movement of his eyes, he spoke again.
"Oh? Tell me."

"If the plan just now can be successful, our clan will naturally make a lot of money, but our production capacity is limited after all. We only have so many workshops and staff, and we are destined to not be able to absorb the endless flow of tourists."

"So according to your meaning?"

"It would be great if there was a huge extra workforce."

After imagining the scene of himself building an underground black-hearted factory, Uchiha Fuyou shook his head and slowly said,

"If not, then we can only cooperate for mutual benefit."

"You're thinking"

Uchiha Izuna's pupils shrank. He couldn't believe that his son, who was only fifteen years old, had such a mindset.

"That's right, I want to unite the Chamber of Commerce of Wave Country so that we can make money together."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Shaking his head like a rattle, Uchiha Izuna said it was impossible. He knew better than anyone that those guys in the Land of Waves were very difficult to get along with.
When the Uchiha clan members meet people from the Land of Waves on the street, they will deliberately avoid them, as if they dislike the Uchiha clan very much.

"You won't know unless you try. No one can resist money."

"That sounds nice. Then I will let you take over the task of negotiating cooperation."

Looking at his son who was fearless like a newborn calf, Uchiha Izuna stretched out his hand with stagnation.
Humph! I don't believe you can talk about those guys in the Wave Country. When you come back crying and calling for daddy, I will definitely laugh at you.

"Izuna! This is inappropriate. How talented is Fuyou?"

"There's nothing wrong with that. When I was his age, I was already outwitting and outmaneuvering white-haired people."

On the principle issue of educating children, Uchiha Izuna was rarely tough. He did not blindly follow his elder brother's words and resolutely allowed Uchiha Fuyou to discuss cooperation with the Land of Waves.

"No problem, I will definitely not let my father and uncle down!"

The opportunity to make a fortune was right before his eyes, and how could Uchiha Fuyou let it go easily? He stepped forward, solemnly accepted the task, with deep determination in his eyes.

After leaving the clan land, Uchiha Fuyou kept his head down and calculated the costs and benefits in his small notebook. If his plan really succeeded, the Uchiha would not have to worry about food and drink for at least a few years.

"Huh, it seems like I've said too much."

After the excitement, Uchiha Fuyou calmed down and suddenly felt a little worried.

Uchiha Fuyou has never dealt with the people of Wave Country. If he rashly goes to discuss cooperation with them now, since they are not related to him, the other party will most likely not pay attention to a little kid like him unless he can find an introducer.

"Hey~ Isn't this rich? I haven't seen you for a few days, and you have grown taller~"

"Great cousin!"

Hearing a voice that couldn't be more familiar, Uchiha Fuyu's muscle memory formed in his early years began to take effect.
Boom!
"I, your nephew, would like to wish you a happy new year. I wish you good fortune like the long flowing water of the East China Sea, and a long life like the evergreen pines of the Southern Mountains. May you live a hundred years."

"Stop, stop, stop! You don't need to say that anymore!"

Seeing Uchiha Fuyu bowing skillfully, Uchiha Gin nodded with great satisfaction, and quickly stopped the blessing that was more like a curse.

Uchiha Fuyou quickly got up, dusted himself off, and took the gold brick from Uchiha Gin with a smile. His eyes lingered on him for a moment, and he suddenly remembered a rumor.

"Uncle, everyone says you are wild, are you familiar with the people of the Wave Country?" (End of this chapter)