Naruto: The Ninja World's Life Buyer

Chapter 218 Large-capacity sealing scroll, completed overnight.

Late at night. Outside Konoha Village, in the third underground secret warehouse.

This was originally an abandoned grain warehouse, which was bought by the Takaya Trading Company and underwent several reinforcements and renovations. The heavy iron gate was sealed with a "Chemical Hazardous Materials" sticker.

"Click."

The heavy chains were unlocked.

Sosuke pushed open the door.

"Come in."

He said to Rena behind him.

Rena pushed up her glasses, glanced around warily, and only after confirming that there were no ANBU followers did she slip inside.

Ahead, there was a mountain piled up.

Silvery-white mountains.

Thousands upon thousands of standard-sized silver ingots were neatly stacked, reaching all the way to the ceiling.

This is the "excess" silver. Not five tons, but twenty tons.

Although it wasn't her first time here, she was still deeply impressed.

Sosuke walked to the foot of the Silver Mountain.

He pulled two paper packets from his pocket.

"Give."

He handed one to Rena.

"What is it?"

"Chestnut yokan. It was just made in the shop and isn't on the shelves yet."

Sosuke opened another paper package himself. Inside, deep purple red bean paste was studded with golden chestnuts, emitting a sweet aroma.

He plopped down on a pile of silver ingots.

"sit."

Sosuke patted the pile of silver beside him.

Rena sat down as well. The silver ingot was hard and cold.

She opened the paper package and took a bite of the chestnut yokan.

It's very sweet. The smooth red bean paste melts on your tongue, and the soft, chewy chestnuts add layers of texture.

Sosuke also ate heartily.

"Takaya-sama."

Rena finished eating quickly and took out a handkerchief to wipe the corner of her mouth.

"This batch of silver is ultimately a hidden danger and must be dealt with."

"What are your plans?"

"have."

Sousuke brushed the crumbs off his hands.

"I plan to spend the money from Konoha Village. But transporting so much silver would be too conspicuous and wouldn't escape the notice of the Anbu."

"Therefore, I need a lot of sealing scrolls."

Rena shook her head.

"Ordinary sealing reels have limited capacity. This standard reel can only hold a maximum of one hundred kilograms of metal."

"If you need to load twenty tons, you'll need at least two hundred reels. And ordinary reels loaded with that much metal are prone to breaking. The actual number needed will likely be even greater—"

Sosuke nodded.

"That's right. So I need a higher-grade, larger-capacity sealing scroll. Are they available on the market?"

"rare."

As an intelligence operative, Rena is very knowledgeable about the market conditions of supplies.

"The production process of high-capacity scrolls is extremely complex, requiring special inks and chakra paper, and must be drawn by a master who is proficient in space sealing techniques."

"Since the annihilation of the Uzumaki clan, these scrolls have become consumables; each one used reduces the remaining supply."

"You can't buy it on the market at all. Once this kind of thing appears, it will be snapped up by all the major ninja villages."

"The Uzumaki clan?" Sosuke had an idea.

A detached villa in the central area of Konoha.

"Ding-dong."

The doorbell sounded somewhat abrupt in the quiet night.

After a long while, the door opened a crack.

Kushina was wearing pajamas and a coat, her long red hair was a little messy, clearly she had been asleep and then woken up.

"Sousuke?"

She yawned and rubbed her eyes.

"It's so late—what happened?"

"Sorry, did I wake you up?"

Sosuke picked up the paper package in his hand.

"I didn't want to bother you, but if this isn't resolved now, I probably won't be able to sleep tonight."

"Is this... a dessert?"

Kushina smelled something sweet.

"Chestnut yokan. Still hot."

Sosuke went inside and skillfully changed his shoes.

"I'm in a bit of trouble. A technical problem. In the entire Hidden Leaf Village, only you can help me."

Kushina closed the door.

"Go ahead and say it. Just don't ask me to blow up the Hokage Building."

"About the same level of difficulty."

Sosuke placed the yokan on the table and poured himself a glass of water.

"I have twenty tons of silver that I need to pack up and take away."

"How many?!"

Kushina had just picked up a piece of yokan (sweet bean jelly) when her hand trembled and she almost dropped it on the ground.

"Twenty tons?"

She widened her eyes.

"Did you rob the daimyo's national treasury?"

"Legitimate income".

Sosuke took a sip of water.

"This shipment can't be transported openly; it can't be transported by regular trucks. I need sealed rolls. Extra-large capacity ones."

"This kind of reel isn't available in stores, so I thought of you."

"Twenty tons — that's not something you can just draw with a couple of strokes."

Kushina took a bite of the yokan and mumbled something indistinctly.

"This requires the 'Sumeru Mustard Seed' technique. The spatial folding rate must be maximized. Furthermore, specially made chakra ink is needed to prevent the scroll from spontaneously combusting."

"I have."

Sosuke pulled a small scroll from his pocket. He had brought the materials.

Kushina sighed.

Looks like I'll have to stay up all night.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Sousuke clasped his hands together.

"After this is done, I'll treat you to a nice meal. You can eat whatever you want."

"You said it yourself."

Kushina finished the yokan in a few bites and patted the crumbs off her hands.

"Come and grind the ink for me."

In the living room.

The floor was covered with blank rolls.

Kushina knelt in the center of the floor.

She rolled up her sleeves, revealing her fair forearms. Her long red hair was tied back, with a few stray strands falling across her forehead, swaying slightly with her movements.

She held a wolf-hair brush in her hand, the tip of which was fully dipped in ink.

"Swish, swish, swish."

The brushstrokes flowed like dragons and snakes.

Complex black magic spells spread rapidly across the scroll, like some ancient totem taking shape.

Sousuke sat to the side, holding an ink stick in his hand, slowly grinding ink in the inkstone. He didn't speak, and even his breathing was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing Kushina's concentration.

"call----"

After finishing a drawing, Kushina let out a long sigh and placed the pen on the pen holder.

She blew on the still-wet ink.

"This is the tenth one."

She rubbed her aching wrists, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"This kind of sealing technique with an ultra-large capacity, comparable to the size of a mustard seed, consumes more mental energy than I imagined."

"Let's take a break."

Sosuke stopped grinding and handed him a hot towel.

There's no rush.

Kushina took the towel and wiped her face.

"No, that won't work."

She looked at the stack of blank reels.

"You said that batch of silver weighs twenty tons. Based on the capacity of this sealing technique, it would require at least fifty scrolls."

"and----"

She glanced at Sosuke.

"Isn't it unsafe to keep so much silver lying around?"

Sousuke nodded.

"It is indeed a hidden danger."

"In that case!"

Kushina picked up her pen again, her momentum unstoppable.

"I'm not sleeping tonight! I'm going to finish drawing all these scrolls!"

Sosuke looked at her energetic appearance and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Thanks."

He picked up the ink stick again.

"I'll stay with you."

The night was deeper.

The clock hands pointed to three in the morning.

The room was quiet except for the rustling sound of grinding. This monotonous sound had a strange hypnotic effect.

Sosuke was a little sleepy.

Although he was physically strong, this kind of monotonous mechanical earthmoving was most likely to wear down his spirit.

He glanced at Kushina.

This woman's energy is simply monstrous.

She drew continuously for five hours, yet her chakra fluctuations remained terrifyingly stable. The Uzumaki clan's physique was practically born for this kind of war of attrition.

"Nawa————"

Sosuke suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

"Kushina."

"What's wrong?" Kushina asked without looking up.

"You made a mistake in your drawing."

Sosuke pointed to the left corner of the spell.

"The last stroke of the Buddhist character '封' should hook to the left, but you hooked it to the right."

Kushina froze.

She looked at it carefully.

"Oh! Really!"

Frustrated, she threw the half-finished scroll into the wastepaper basket next to her.

"It's all your fault!"

"Is it my fault?" Sosuke looked completely innocent.

"It's your fault for staring at me the whole time! I'm not a printer, I'm bound to make mistakes!"

Kushina glared at him angrily.

"And Miao, you're developing it too slowly! Hurry up!"

Sosuke shook his head helplessly and quickened his hand movements.

"Yes, yes, it's my fault."

"Nawa————Sousuke."

"What's wrong?"

I'm hungry.

Kushina touched her stomach.

"I've already digested the chestnut yokan I had earlier. I want something more substantial to eat."

What would you like to eat?

"Ramen."

Kushina's eyes lit up.

"I want the kind from Ichiraku Ramen, with a rich tonkotsu broth and lots of chashu!"

Sosuke glanced out the window; the night was pitch black.

"At this hour, Uncle Hand-Type would have been asleep long ago."

"Can you do it?"

"I can make clear soup noodles."

"—Boring."

Kushina pouted and handed the pen to Sousuke.

"Why don't you try drawing one? I'll go cook some noodles."

Sousuke took the pen.

"Me draw it?"

"Yeah, after watching this, you should have learned it, right?"

Kushina stood up, stretched, and her joints cracked.

"I'll go cook the noodles, don't slack off."

She walked into the kitchen humming a song.

Sosuke held the pen, looking at the blank scroll in front of him.

He manipulated his chakra, mimicking Kushina's pen.

Difficulty B.

The output of chakra at the tip of the pen is extremely difficult to control. If there is too much, the second opening will become chaotic; if there is too little, the technique will break.

He ruined three sheets of paper with his drawing.

It wasn't until the fourth drawing that a crooked and uneven finished product was finally produced.

"So ugly."

Even Sousuke himself couldn't stand it anymore.

Can this thing really seal things? What if it breaks apart during the journey?

"The noodles are here!"

Kushina came out carrying a bowl of noodles.

She glanced at Sosuke's work and burst into laughter without holding back.

"Hahaha! What's that? Is it an earthworm crawling?"

"Kakashi drew better than you when he first learned!"

Sosuke put down his pen and wiped the marks from his hands.

"Everyone has their own area of expertise."