I'm drawing manga in Naruto

After glancing at them, he picked out two small posters and handed them to Night Dance. Upon seeing the two posters, Night Dance's face immediately lit up with a joyful smile.

"Thank you, I'm leaving now."

Clutching the poster, he turned and caught up with the group that had been gone for a while.

The saddle horse tribesmen who were unloading the goods nearby were already stunned. After hesitating for a moment, they asked, "Young master, one book is enough. Why does he want to buy another one?"

"Judging by the content alone, one copy is certainly enough to circulate throughout the entire tribe, but if it's for a souvenir..."

Akabane sighed softly.

In my past life, I was often tricked by Lao Ma's series of combo attacks when playing games, and now it's his turn to trick others.

Moreover, a mere hundred taels for a book is already a very cheap price.

Before long, many more people came to buy comics, and the first 100 spots were quickly reduced to just a handful.

When it came to last place, Akabane stood there, his eyes unfocused.

I'm so sleepy, but...

Footsteps sounded; someone else was coming.

Turning my head and looking up, I saw a pair of feet wearing wooden clogs.

He slowly moved upwards, dressed in a black robe, with a sword hilt protruding from his shoulder, his face as cold as frost.

Who is this?

Akabane felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was.

"Give me a comic book."

His tone was indifferent, making it impossible to discern any emotion.

Akabane's eyelids twitched, and he immediately picked out a book and handed it to him, hoping that he would leave quickly. Unfortunately, the guest had no intention of leaving. He took the book and stood at the door quietly flipping through it.

After reading a few pages, he closed the comic: "Is this book about Naruto Uzumaki, or about yourself?"

"Guest, don't joke around. The story is of course about Naruto Uzumaki. I'm not a Jinchuriki."

Akabane answered with a faint smile, but in his heart he became more and more certain that the visitor had ill intentions.

"Not necessarily, the Kurama clan also has demons within them."

His tone was cold and his manner aggressive.

Akabane felt an immense, terrifying aura surge towards him, making him feel utterly powerless.

Is this... murderous intent?

"Inner demons?"

"As expected, you knew."

The other person put down the book, their eyes growing increasingly fierce. "You know this, yet you still don't work hard, drawing this useless stuff?"

"How could it be useless? It's a culture, and more than that..."

Akabane pondered a plan while responding verbally. He had already guessed the newcomer's identity, which only made him more cautious.

"A powerful tool for controlling thoughts! Kurama Akabane, what do you want to do?"

His sharp gaze was like an unparalleled sword.

At this moment in Konoha, only one person would act this way—the darkness of the ninja world, Shimura Danzo.

of course……

At this stage, Danzo has only just gone into hiding and has not yet earned the titles of "Darkness of the Ninja World" or "King of the Pot."

"To be honest, I just wanted to draw, that's all."

"Even if you asked me to cause trouble, I wouldn't bother. It would be too tiring and pointless."

Akabane knew that any attempt to conceal anything from Danzo would only fuel his suspicions.

In that case, it would be better to "tell the truth".

"You are very smart."

Danzo nodded approvingly, then sighed, "He's even smarter than I thought. What a pity."

After saying that, he threw down one hundred taels of silver, took the comic book, and turned to leave.

Danzo didn't reveal his identity, nor did he say everything, but he seemed certain that Akabane would guess and understand what he was talking about. But I really don't understand. Please explain it clearly!

"Sigh, they're all smart people, but it's tiring to be friends with smart people, and it's even more tiring to be their apprentice."

Akabane sighed inwardly.

Danzo, who was researching how to secretly control Konoha, would probably immediately realize the significance of this kind of work upon seeing the manga.

The darkness of the ninja world is indeed well-deserved.

However, what Danzo really wanted was not the manga, but the newspaper.

"Forget it, let's take it one step at a time. If you really do something to me, don't blame me for retaliating later."

Akabane muttered to himself.

His idea was indeed very simple: to live a simple and comfortable life in the ninja world. Anyone who made his life difficult would suffer in return.

"The last ticket, Tsunade, if you don't come soon, I'm afraid we won't be able to save it."

Akabane glanced at the hidden box.

There was a "one-of-a-kind" ticket in the box, which was specially reserved for Tsunade.

Well... it's no big deal to cheat a little when you organize your own lottery.

However, the longer Tsunade was away, the more worried he became about Jiraiya. If his guess was correct, Jiraiya would likely have to go to the hospital when he saw him again.

"Jiraiya..."

Just as Akabane was about to feign a sigh, he saw a figure in green leap down from above.

"Ugh... It's all because of that idiot Jiraiya. I only got back now because I wanted to beat him up."

Tsunade was so angry she was jumping up and down.

Judging from the bloodstains on her clothes, Jiraiya must have been seriously injured and is likely lying in the hospital emergency room now.

Akabane, being quite shrewd, didn't ask any questions, but instead smiled slightly and said, "It's alright, I saved one for you, it's your turn to draw a prize."

"really?"

“That’s right, you happen to be the hundredth one. Since Danzo didn’t participate in the lottery before, you have one more chance.”

The box was taken out, and there was only one sheet left inside.

Tsunade reached inside and took out the last slip of paper. After a quick glance, she couldn't help but exclaim, "The only... the only poster?"

"Wow, you're really lucky, congratulations on winning the first prize."

In an exaggerated tone, a poster that had been rolled up and stored in a paper tube was taken out and placed on the table.

"This is it?"

Tsunade's eyes lit up; just by looking at the length of the paper tube, she knew the painting was large and exquisite, otherwise it wouldn't need such elaborate packaging.

When you unfold it, you are immediately struck by its splendor; the paintings on it are breathtaking and unlike anything you've ever seen before!

"This...this is...this is..."

Chapter 27 True Several Thousand Hands

The painting was very long, spreading out and covering the entire table, and in the painting was a wooden statue.

The wooden statue is enormous, covering half of the painting. Against the backdrop of the mountains, it appears even more terrifying. There are thousands of giant hands on the statue, and upon closer inspection, it seems that a person stands proudly at the bottom—the god of ninjas, Hashirama Senju.

Title: True Thousand Hands

"I heard that the First Master had a move called this, so I drew this picture based on my own speculation. I hope it won't disgrace your grandfather."

Akabane still held a certain degree of awe for that first generation master and dared not act too recklessly.

Tsunade excitedly put away the scroll, her voice filled with gratitude: "Akabane, thank you so much, thank you so much..."

"It just so happens to be your turn. Here's your comic book."

Akabane picked out a comic book for her.

Tsunade took it, seeing through it but saying nothing.

This painting was clearly created for her and kept for her, so the lottery ticket wasn't something that just happened to be hers; rather, Akabane hid it away.

Tsunade felt both sweet and excited, and held the scroll tightly for a long time without relaxing.

From a young age, Hashirama Senju was her favorite person and her great hero. Tsunade once thought that this man would stand proudly in the ninja world forever.

But one day, the hero fell...

"I've never seen my grandfather use his skills since I was little, so I don't know if this ninjutsu is like this. Maybe my grandmother knows."

With the posters and comics in her pocket, Tsunade had no interest in joking with Akabane anymore.

"Yes, bring one for Grandma Mito."

Akabane handed over another book, saying, "No need for money, consider it a thank you gift for Granny Mito."

"Heh, I wasn't planning on giving it to you anyway."

After being moved for a while, Tsunade reverted to her true nature, put away her comic book, and left with the paper tube.

"Yunlang, the lottery is over. Now we just need to collect the money... Hmm, if any commoner children want a copy but can't afford it, it's fine to give them a few copies for free to pass around. It's only a few hundred taels."

Akabane got up, gave some instructions, and prepared to go back and get a proper night's sleep.

"Yes, Master."

Kurama Unro, who had previously been in charge of putting the comic books on the shelves, agreed. For the next two or three hours, he helped Akabane stock the shelves in the store and clearly saw how the transactions were conducted.

Moreover, as Akabane said, even if there were any mistakes or omissions, it would only amount to a few hundred or a few thousand taels at most, which the Kurama clan could afford.

Akabane was indeed exhausted after several days.

These were the most hard-working days he'd had since coming to the Naruto world, comparable to the final exams in his previous life; if he didn't sleep, he'd die from exhaustion.

……

The Thousand Hands Clan.

"You brat, you should have opened for business today, but you didn't even bring me a comic book earlier. Don't you know your grandma is bored?"

Mito Uzumaki lay listlessly on the recliner.

Even with her immense patience, it took her three days to finish reading the first three chapters.

"Grandma, look what I brought!"

Tsunade's voice came from outside the door. Before Tsunade could enter, Mito Uzumaki suddenly stood up and darted out in a blur.

The next second, she was back on the beanbag chair, holding the comic book and a paper tube in her hand.

"Grandma, why are you taking my things? Those are mine!"

Tsunade panicked and rushed in to snatch the paper tube back.

With a flick of her hand, Mito Uzumaki conjured a spell, and the sealing technique was immediately unleashed.

"Tsunade, Grandma just wants to take a look, what's the rush!"

"woo woo woo woo……"

Tsunade wanted to speak, but she was under the influence of a sealing technique unique to the Uzumaki clan, rendering her unable to use chakra and unable to move her body.

Mito Uzumaki ignored her adorable granddaughter, holding a comic book in her hands while carefully tearing open one end of the paper tube.

The next moment, a scroll emerged from the paper tube.

"Oh...it's a really big comic book, my dear granddaughter, Grandma will accept this gift."

Mito Uzumaki teased him deliberately.

Tsunade struggled fiercely within the seal, but unfortunately, Mito Uzumaki was arguably the most skilled sealer in the ninja world, and even a strong genin like Tsunade couldn't escape her grasp.