Naruto: Starting with Tsunade

Chapter 76 Medicine

The land of merchants.

It borders the Land of Fire to the north, the Land of Fields to the left, and the Land of Iron to the right.

Due to its unique geographical location and local culture, this place has a developed commercial trade, hence the name "Land of Merchants".

Aokiji is currently in this country, but this is not his destination. His real goal is a place located above the Kingdom of Commerce, sandwiched between the Kingdom of Thunder and the Kingdom of Commerce.

After traveling at full speed for half a day, Aokiji felt a little tired. The wealthy merchant had given him plenty of time, so he wasn't in a hurry and found a hotel to stay in.

As the saying goes, "How can one endure a life of hardship with little food?"

He did this so that he could maintain his energy and focus on the battle when doing tasks later, definitely not to slack off at work.

After checking in, and after asking around, we arrived at the most bustling area in the city.

This place is well-connected, with winding streets and alleys.

Shops and stores lined the streets, displaying a dazzling array of goods that were overwhelming to behold.

Peddlers and laborers, welcoming carts and selling drinks, shouting and hawking their wares with all their might.

The market was bustling with people.

"Young man, would you like to buy some pork?"

Hearing someone call out to him, Aokiji looked in the direction of the sound and saw a burly man with a leopard's head, round eyes, a swallow's jaw, and a tiger's beard. He was wearing an apron, which revealed his two thick, muscular arms. He was holding a pig-slaughtering knife and was emitting a pungent smell of blood.

Aokiji glanced at it indifferently, ignored it, and continued walking forward.

After wandering around for a while, my legs somehow led me to a place that sells abalone. The pink signboard prominently displays the words "Red Man's Pavilion".

"Hey handsome, wanna do something fun with me?"

Hearing someone call him "handsome young man," Aokiji felt he needed to give the other person face. Following the scent, he saw a protein transport professional standing not far away.

With heavy makeup, a bun hairstyle, a voluptuous figure, and a cheongsam, her long, fair legs were revealed through a slit in the skirt, covered in fishnet stockings, giving her a unique charm.

Negative review, not white stockings.

Aokiji only needed one glance to set the tone, showing little interest.

Those working in protein transport, seeing Aokiji dressed so well, assumed he was the young master of some wealthy family, and tried their best to strike a pose.

Kids this age are in the throes of puberty; if you can lure them in, they'll become addicted and want to come back, and you'll end up making a fortune off them.

Aokiji resisted the temptation and turned away.

vulgar.

He has no interest in driving big trucks.

Okay, I'll come back when I'm older.

These days, it's not easy for anyone to make money. In Jiraiya's words, was he soliciting prostitutes?

He is saving fallen women.

That's right, Jiraiya isn't that kind of person anymore...

As for why he knew, I told him myself.

I don't know if he's just bragging.

It makes sense, really. If someone is going to be called a celestial being because of their lustful nature, do they really think that "lustful" is just for show?

Jiraiya became a ninja and earned an income, so doing this kind of thing is in line with his character.

By the way, when Aokiji came back after he grew up, he was only there to learn and was curious about what the entertainment venues were like.

There's a saying that goes, "Without investigation, there is no right to speak."

He was conducting field research and gathering materials for his writing.

After some time, Aokiji was walking down the street when he suddenly saw a group of people surrounding a shop in front of him, even holding up a banner, which seemed like they were causing trouble.

Aokiji, with a gossipy attitude, stepped forward and squeezed into the crowd.

He arrived at the perfect time. A moment later, two men walked out of the front door, both dressed in suits, the only difference being that one wore glasses and the other did not.

Suits and glasses had already been developed in this era.

As soon as the two came out, a group of people surrounded them, clamoring for an explanation. The voices were chaotic, but the general message was the same: "You're selling this medicine at such a high price, are you trying to kill us?!"

The bespectacled man stood slouchingly, flicked his nails, and seemed impatient. His every move exuded the arrogance of someone in a superior position.

Seeing that he couldn't calm things down, the man who wasn't wearing glasses grabbed a megaphone and shouted, "Everyone, stop arguing! Do you even want to solve this problem?"

Upon hearing this, the leader of the rioters put on a stern face, raised his hand, and shouted, "Everyone, be quiet! Everyone, be quiet and let's see what they have to say."

The man without glasses handed over a megaphone: "Lord Pill."

The man who had exchanged the pills raised his hand to indicate that he didn't need them.

Then, he slowly swept his arrogant gaze over the crowd: "Let me say a few words. First of all, thank you for your support of our company's products. I understand your anxiety, and I also understand your strong opinions about the prices of the medicines produced by our company. Our company has fully expressed its understanding of your demands."

"But just as we understand you, I hope you can understand us. In the process of developing this drug, our company has invested countless research costs. The market is constantly changing, and who knows when a better drug will come out to replace this one. At that time, all the money invested by the company will be wasted."

"In order to better recover the initial investment costs and reduce risks, it is inevitable that the product price will be slightly higher. I hope you can understand the difficulties we are facing."

"You have your families, but our company's employees have families too. If the company unfortunately goes bankrupt, our employees will starve. Can you bear that responsibility?"

"One should not be too selfish. Don't always think about how to see things from your own perspective. Try to see things from other people's perspectives."

To be honest, there was some truth to what he said, and the masses were somewhat influenced. But when it comes to life and death, all nonsense has to take a backseat. Some people were not only satisfied with the words, but even started to take action.

With two sharp slaps, the two men were covered in smears.

"Damn it, how dare they throw rotten eggs and tomatoes at me! Arrest these people!"

The pill was furious. These unruly people wouldn't listen to reason with him, and they even dared to throw things at him. So he gave an order to have them all arrested.

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of men dressed in metal suits surrounded him.

These people are warriors from the Land of Iron. Because it borders the Land of Commerce, they come here to earn some wages.

Soon, the two groups were locked in a fierce battle, which ended in a crushing defeat for the patient.

Although the bespectacled man was furious with these troublemakers, he did not order the samurai to actually arrest them.

At most, he can only control them; after all, how else can he make money?

Aokiji watched the whole thing and felt quite helpless; he could only say that both sides had some valid points.

Issues like healthcare can only be managed by the government, but to call the government policies of this world a pile of dog shit would be an insult to dog shit.

Aokiji shook his head, left the place, found a restaurant and ate something to fill his stomach. By the time he came out, it was already late at night and the sun had set. He returned to the inn, went straight to sleep, and knew he would have to travel again at dawn the next day.

That night, a five-person team, including Tsunade, entered the city.

(End of this chapter)