Konoha: The thirty-year-old Uchiha lacks motivation.

In a relatively remote town in the Land of Fire, two figures crept furtively to an inconspicuous public restroom. One of them closed his eyes, sensed something, and then nodded to the person beside him.

"Big brother, this is it."

"Tobirama, are you sure? But it smells..."

Hashirama Senju, whose identity was concealed by a cloak, frowned and covered his nose.

He couldn't believe that the legendary bounty hunters' base, the gold exchange, was in such a stinking place.

"My senses don't lie."

Tobirama Senju, hidden beneath the cloak, shook his head in confusion. However, upon keenly detecting the stench mixed with the putrid smell, a knowing glint flashed in his crimson eyes.

It turns out that the gold exchange was built on top of a public toilet to mask the pungent stench of corpses.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go in and take a look."

Having said that, Hashirama Senju took the first step, as impatient as someone about to defecate.

"etc!"

Reaching out to stop his elder brother, Tobirama Senju's face showed deep helplessness.

"What's the difference between us going in like this and walking right into a trap?"

"ha?"

"Transformation Technique".

Ignoring the puzzled look on Hashirama's face, Tobirama clasped his hands together and used the Transformation Jutsu to transform himself into a young man with medium-length black-purple hair, half his face wrapped in bandages, and a single, menacing eye.

His overall appearance is quite different from Tobirama Senju's original form, but there is an inexplicable resemblance in his temperament.

"What are you still standing there for?"

Having completed his transformation, Tobirama Senju coldly urged his elder brother.

"Oh, okay! I get it~"

Hashirama Senju nodded hastily, clasped his hands together, but his brows furrowed into a deep frown. Suddenly turning him into a complete stranger and playing the role of a stealthy ninja was quite a challenge for the god of ninjas who preferred a straightforward, aggressive playstyle.

"Tobirama, who will you become?"

"Whatever, the more ordinary the better."

Seeing Hashirama Senju's constipated expression, Tobirama Senju crossed his arms and impatiently tapped his fingers.

"Um, wait a moment, let me think about it."

After closing his eyes and thinking for a moment, Hashirama Senju decided to create a completely new character. He quickly reviewed the characteristics of familiar people in his mind, and the transformation jutsu began to take effect.

"Bang!"

As a puff of white smoke rose, a brown-haired man with curly hair and small brown sunglasses appeared in the spot.

"Haha, Tobirama, how was it?"

Although his appearance has changed, his hearty smile remains the same. After transforming, Hashirama Senju scratches the back of his head and laughs in a very mesmerizing way.

"It's alright. Don't say anything after you go in."

Rubbing his aching temples, Tobirama Senju didn't make any further demands. After giving a brief instruction, he turned and entered the public restroom.

Inside the public restroom, Tobirama Senju sniffed, followed the scent, and pushed open a stall marked "Out of Service." A hidden door appeared before them.

"This is it."

Without hesitation, the two pushed open the door and entered. The dim light instantly brightened, revealing an incredibly spacious area beyond the hidden door. Two rows of dim light bulbs hung along the sides of the seemingly bottomless corridor.

"Hey, you two look unfamiliar. Are you newcomers?"

The two brothers walked to the end of the corridor and saw a huge counter. A bald, middle-aged man was watching them with great interest.

"We need to register as bounty hunters."

A glance stopped Hashirama Senju from leaping forward. Tobirama Senju stepped forward, his fierce eyes gleaming with a menacing light.

"Still a complete newbie. It's rare to see anyone starting out these days. After all, bounty hunting is a sunset industry now."

With the current prevalence of official ninja villages, the mission share has been largely taken away, leaving the gold exchange only able to survive in the cracks, focusing its main business on the gray area of ​​bounties.

The bald man shook his head with a self-deprecating laugh, then took a form from the counter and handed it over.

"Please fill in your basic information first. Just to clarify, registration is free, but we will charge a small management fee for each task."

"Do I need to fill out more forms?"

Tobirama Senju frowned. Wasn't this a blatant attempt to extract information from him?

"Don't worry, it's just for record-keeping purposes, to facilitate identification and promotion. It doesn't matter if you use a pseudonym."

It's an industry that can't be done in the open, so how can it be so legitimate? Leaving information is just to make it easier for various outlets to identify each other, and at the same time, to package a few capable bounty hunters and let them exchange gold for gold and get some GG (game over).

Take, for example, Hunter Knight Sword, which has been very popular in recent years. It is the gold standard of their gold exchange. Whenever there is a large order, they will give him priority to choose.

"I see."

Looking down at the rather rudimentary form, Tobirama Senju nodded thoughtfully. After a second of consideration, he filled in the name field with the four characters "Takasugi Shinsuke," and as for his specialty, he casually wrote down the rather unremarkable swordsmanship.

"Are you a samurai?"

The bald, middle-aged man, seeing what Tobirama Senju had filled in, asked with some curiosity,

"Do I have to answer?"

Tobirama Senju glanced at the other party without leaving a trace, his tone revealing a chill that went to the bone, and his sullen expression made it seem as if everyone owed him something.

"No, no, I was just asking casually, since it's rare to see samurai these days."

Even with his vast experience and knowledge of people, the bald man was still terrified by the slight hint of murderous intent emanating from Tobirama Senju, turning pale with fright.

"Hmph~"

Tobirama Senju snorted coldly, pulled out a blank form, and handed it to Hashirama Senju beside him.

"It's your turn."

"Huh? Everything's alright!"

Hashirama Senju, who was curiously looking around at the exchange, hurriedly took the form, picked up a pen, and began to struggle with the first name field.

「扉」

"Keep quiet, just write whatever you want."

"Okay~"

So, after a period of deep thought, Hashirama Senju wrote down the name Sakamoto Tatsuma in a crooked and messy hand. As for his specialty, he randomly filled in "hidden weapons".

"Are you two in the same group?"

The bald man who collected the registration forms then inquired about the relationship between the two, saying that people like them usually debut as a group.

"Yes."

Tobirama Senju nodded.

"Then you'll need to come up with a catchy nickname."

The bald man solemnly pulled out a list of famous bounty hunters, filled with incredibly cool nicknames that made Hashirama Senju's eyes light up with admiration, wishing he could debut on the spot.

"A nickname. Any suggestions?"

His gaze swept over the hunter's sword on the first page, and Tobirama Senju asked coldly.

"Of course! I'm best at naming things. Look, this one, this one, and this one—I named them all. Pretty impressive, right?"

The bald man enthusiastically promoted himself, practically implying that he also offered a side business of naming children for a fee.

"No need, just pick any name, let's call them the Black and White Duo."

Tobirama Senju sneered inwardly. He hadn't even seen the money yet, and they were already trying to trick him in the very first step.

It's true that free things are often the most expensive. Luckily, I'm smart enough to avoid these pitfalls!

"Tsk."

Seeing the stingy Tobirama Senju, the bald man's enthusiastic smile instantly cooled. He twitched his lips, put the register of fame back, and his expression turned indifferent.

"The Black and White Duo, right? We'll review it for a few days. If there are no duplicate IDs, we'll use it."

"What if it's a duplicate?"

Hashirama Senju, who was standing to the side, ultimately broke his promise to his younger brother and couldn't help but ask a question in confusion.

"So you're not mute after all? If it's repeated, we'll randomly generate a nickname that matches your characteristics."

The bald, middle-aged man looked at Hashirama Senju and replied in a measured tone,

"Oh? What if it results in an unpleasant nickname?"

"Therefore, I suggest you..."

"No need, just take out the bounty poster."

Seeing the bald man's sly smile return, Tobirama Senju, worried that his elder brother would be scammed, immediately interrupted and demanded the bounty notice, beginning his own order-brushing journey.

Little did he know that he would regret his actions for a long time to come.

Here, take it.

The bald man, having failed to earn any extra money, visibly became more irritated. After casually tossing out a stack of bounty posters, he went about his own business.

"Swish~ Swish~ Swish~"

Tobirama Senju meticulously reviewed the wanted posters, his expression growing increasingly grim. Finally, after finishing the last one, he slowly raised his head, his tone extremely stiff.

"Do you think we're garbage collectors?"

"You two are just novice bounty hunters right now. How are we supposed to know if you're capable of taking on big jobs? What if you ruin our reputation?"

Glancing sideways at Tobirama Senju, the bald man's words made perfect sense.

"There's no need to insult us with this kind of trash."

Out of breath, Tobirama Senju slammed the stack of bounty posters onto the counter. The top one was for a bounty of 10 taels of silver, but don't underestimate it; it was the highest bounty in the stack.

"A tall building rises from the ground, and glory can only be achieved through your own efforts. Once you demonstrate the corresponding strength, we will naturally introduce you to big deals."

Faced with the aggressive Tobirama Senju, the bald man remained remarkably calm. Having been in the business for many years, he had seen countless arrogant but incompetent individuals.

One moment he was boasting about punching the god of ninjas and trampling the darkness of the ninja world, but a few days later he was found dead, naked, in a latrine, head down.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Tobirama Senju gritted his teeth and uttered three "yes"s, then grabbed the stack of wanted posters from the counter and left without looking back.

"what?"

The bald man stared dumbfounded at the departing figures of the two men. Could these two be spies sent by a rival company to cause trouble?

However, just a few hours later, Tobirama Senju and his companion returned.

"Oh~ so you've finally decided to let me help you name it?"

Looking at the neatly dressed Tobirama Senju, the bald middle-aged man smiled, preparing to make a fortune from this.

"Exchange money."

With a cold expression, Tobirama Senju tossed out a scroll.

"ha?"

Upon smelling the strong stench of blood on the scroll, the bald man's expression immediately turned serious, and his tone became extremely cautious.

"What are you doing?"

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up."

Tobirama Senju retreated several meters, forming a hand seal to release the attack.

"Bang!"

As a plume of white smoke rose, the bald man was met with a pungent, fishy stench. Upon closer inspection, he was instantly horrified.

"Tick-tock~ Tick-tock~"

Before him lay dozens of corpses, each killed with a single blow. The look of terror on their faces had not yet appeared; only a hint of unexpected confusion remained.

"Hiss~"

He pinched his thigh hard; the intense pain made the bald man realize the reality before him. His gaze towards Tobirama and Senju softened, revealing a newfound respect.

"Please wait a moment, I will begin the review."

The bald man carefully examined each corpse and found no signs of forgery; some of the corpses were even still warm.

"Confirmation complete. After deducting the service management fee, the total is 2,580,000 taels. Would you like cash or a check?"

"cash."

While checks from money shops are convenient, money in hand is the only true money. Tobirama Senju is here to make quick money and doesn't want to leave too many traces.

A moment later, the bald man with a complicated expression came out with a small briefcase. After passing through the door of the Senju Tobirama, he looked at the green banknotes and began to count them skillfully. His ten fingers moved so fast that they were almost blurry. In less than three minutes, he had finished counting the million-dollar sum.

"Aren't we qualified now?"

Satisfied, Tobirama Senju put the suitcase into his storage scroll and then questioned the bald man at the exchange.

"Enough! That's enough!"

The bald man, now sporting a new look, wore a fawning expression and quickly pulled several stacks of bounty posters from the counter. Seeing the endless string of zeros on them, Tobirama Senju finally revealed a slight smile.

"That's more like it."

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He casually picked up a stack of papers and beckoned his elder brother to leave.

"Phew~ Who exactly are they?"

Only after Tobirama Senju and his companion had completely disappeared did the bald man let out a long sigh of relief, the look of horror in his eyes lingering for a long time.

Most of the people on those bounty posters were bandits and thugs, and the stronger ones were rogue ninjas. Any bounty hunter with a little strength could take them down, but he had never seen such efficiency before.

"Tobirama, so making money is this easy!"

As Hashirama Senju walked out of the money exchange, he was filled with excitement. He had only casually killed some bandits who were harming civilians, yet he had already amassed such a huge sum of money. If he had known that this line of work could bring in sacks of money, he would never have bothered to ask Mada for gambling funds.

"Phew~ You think I don't need mana for the Flying Thunder God Technique?"

Upon hearing Hashirama Senju's words, Tobirama Senju suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, his face turned pale, and he began to pant heavily.

"Let me rest for a bit!"

Just now, Tobirama Senju, who was fiercely competitive throughout his life, adhered to the principle of not losing face and directly activated the regional network, instantly locking onto all the coordinates left in the ninja world, and then began to search for them one by one based on the information on the bounty posters.

Fortunately, most of these bounties were for bandits who ruled the mountains, and Tobirama Senju and his companion could find them quickly and take down their targets without much effort. This process continued, and within just a few hours, they had completed dozens of small jobs.

"How dare you take a break at such a young age?"

Hashirama Senju looked at Tobirama Senju, who was resting on the spot, with a look of disappointment. He'd only flown a few times and was already exhausted; it was clearly kidney deficiency caused by too much manual labor.

"It's different. Our next target isn't some bandits."

Tobirama Senju shook his head and shared the stack of bounty posters with a puzzled Hashirama Senju.

"Is this... me?"

Curiously flipping through the wanted posters in his hand, Hashirama Senju immediately saw his own portrait.

Name: Hashirama Senju

Nickname: God of Ninjas

Reward amount: 8000000000

"Haha, I'm actually worth that much money!"

After carefully counting his bounty, Hashirama Senju's mouth practically stretched to the heavens in a wide grin. He then quickly searched for acquaintances, and sure enough, he soon spotted another familiar face.

Name: Uchiha Madara

Nicknames: Darkness of the Ninja World, Extreme Fox

Reward amount: 7500000000

"Tobirama, come quick! It's Mada!"

"Tsk, that bastard is actually worth that much."

Looking at the staggering amount, Tobirama Senju raised an eyebrow in surprise. He never expected to be surrounded by billions, even though they usually shared an office.

"Ah! Tobirama, and yours too~"

"Quick, let me see!"

A competitive glint flashed in Tobirama Senju's eyes. He was the village head of Konoha, and even if the price wasn't as high as his older brother's, it certainly wouldn't be cheaper than that guy Madara Uchiha, right?

"123456"

While Hashirama Senju was still counting to zero, Tobirama Senju had already received his bounty.

"Damn it! There's something fishy going on! There's definitely something fishy going on!"

Pointing tremblingly at his bounty, Tobirama Senju looked on in disbelief. He was the village head, yet he was inferior to a mere figurehead.

"Maybe it's because of the motor or the Tailed Beast Rider?"

Seeing Tobirama Senju gritting his teeth, Hashirama Senju kindly offered a reminder.

"Yes, that must be it!"

After a forced moment of self-consolation, Tobirama Senju's expression softened slightly. He continued sorting through the bounties in his hands, and in a short while, he had selected several.

"Tobirama, what are these?"

"These are all people from Konoha or related to Konoha."

"I see."

When Hashirama Senju saw the familiar name, he instantly understood.

The targets with high bounties are mostly famous ninjas and rogue ninjas from ninja villages, with Konoha accounting for the largest proportion.

Let's accomplish these goals first.

Holding up the shrunken stack of bounty posters, Tobirama Senju slowly straightened his back, his eyes revealing a thirst for money.

"Okay. Huh? Where's Madara's bounty poster?"

"Oops, I accidentally put it in the wrong place~"

From then on, the list of notable figures at the gold exchange added another renowned group, whose name was...

"Thump!"

Inside a secluded gold exchange, Kakuzu, expressionless, tossed several naked corpses onto the counter.

"Exchange money."

"Lord Kakuzu, next time you could at least leave them some underwear, okay?"

The staff member in charge of the review looked at the naked corpse with a pained expression and whispered a suggestion.

"Clothes are money too. Rather than letting them rot on your body, you might as well exchange them for money."

Kakuzu, his eyes growing ever greener, explained in a serious tone.

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A short while later, a small briefcase was handed to Kakuzu. Seeing that there were far fewer banknotes than usual, he frowned slightly.

"Are there no big orders?"

Recently, for some reason, there are very few bounties in various gold exchange shops. Even top bounty hunters like Kakuzu are feeling a severe shortage of resources.

"A big order? Yes, we do!"

As the staff member spoke, he took out a stack of bounty posters and handed them to Kakuzu.

"Whoosh~"

With just a glance, Kakuzu swiftly pushed the bounty poster back.

"Lord Kakuzu, what brings you here?"

"I want to live a few more years."

The black-haired man's cheerful smile on the wanted poster sent a chill down Kakuzu's spine. Even now, with the power of a Tailed Beast Rider, he had never entertained the thought of challenging the God of Shinobi.

Not to mention that arrogant red-eyed punk below, once the other guy pulls out his belt, you'd have to beat the crap out of him before you could even praise how tight it was.

"Aren't there any other ninja villages offering bounties?"

"Yes, yes, yes, these are the Silver Brothers from Kumogakure, the Shamon from Sunagakure, and the..."

"Alright, stop! It's my fault for asking so many questions."

Hearing one familiar name after another, Kakuzu's face visibly darkened.

You, a mere gold exchange, dare to attempt to instigate a second knightly war?

"Sigh~ Lord Kakuzu, it's not that I'm stingy, it's just that it's a sensitive time right now, and the people in all the ninja villages are being kept under strict control, and..."

"And what? Just say what you have to say."

"The competition within the industry is too fierce."

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"There are really some incredibly talented newcomers?"

Through a bit of force, Kakuzu managed to extract some inside information from the staff member. Hearing about the impressive achievements of two newcomers who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, his emerald pupils narrowed slightly.

Extraterrestrial demons have invaded?

Or is he the reincarnation of Old Deng disguised as a newbie?

"It's just that nickname."

Touching his increasingly pointed head, Kakuzu's eyes were full of confusion.

As the saying goes, the taller the tree, the more the wind will blow. The news of the rise of the mysterious duo could no longer be kept secret, and the name of the duo, Tobirama Senju, gradually spread to every corner of the ninja world.

Honey x Ice City at the entrance of Konoha Village.

Several short figures huddled together, each holding a glass of delicate sweetened water, engaged in a lively discussion about the latest trending topics.

"Have you heard? That terrifying bounty hunter group lately."

"How could I not have heard of them? They are said to be two reclusive masters, clad in indestructible armor, whose fists can tear through the sky and whose feet can crack the earth."

"Really, Jiraiya? They can do that using only taijutsu?"

"It's definitely true, Dai, why would I lie to you?"

Listening to Jiraiya's wildly exaggerated boasting, Might Guy clenched his fists excitedly, his bandaged hands trembling slightly, and a flame of youth gradually ignited in his large eyes beneath his thick eyebrows.

"Idiot, Dai, you don't actually believe that, do you?"

Sitting next to Might Guy, Sakumo Hatake rolled his eyes. Believing such nonsense? Might Guy's presence effectively lowered the group's IQ.

"Jiraiya would never lie!"

Before Hatake Sakumo's questioning voice could even fade, a soft, sweet voice followed. A little boy and girl with long, silver-white hair stood up, their rosy faces full of indignation.

"Hiruko, you're a student at the Ninja Academy, you should at least have some basic common sense."

Scratching his head helplessly, Hatake Sakumo suddenly regretted his talkativeness. Wasn't the peach-flavored Four Seasons Spring tea in his hand delicious?

"A ninja is someone who defies common sense."

Orochimaru, his hands supporting his chin, had a thoughtful look in his narrow eyes.

"While Jiraiya may have exaggerated a bit, some ninjas can indeed split mountains and shatter rocks with their bare hands, don't you think, Tsunade?"

Caught off guard by the question, Tsunade looked up from her milk tea cup, blinking in confusion.

"Ah, isn't that a basic ninja technique?" (End of Chapter)