What kind of concept was this?
His monthly allowance was only five hundred ryo.
One million ryo…
He would have to save for one hundred and sixty-six years.
No, even if he saved for two hundred years, he wouldn’t be able to save that much.
“Brother Makoto…” Obito swallowed a mouthful of saliva, “Th-That was hidden by someone else, right?”
“It should be.”
“Then we can’t take it!” Obito suddenly became emotional, “That’s someone else’s stuff! It might be some old man’s life savings, or someone’s life-saving money! If we take it, wouldn’t that make us thieves?”
Uchiha Makoto looked at Obito’s righteous indignation and sighed inwardly.
Obito at this time was truly a pure and kind youth.
He would help old grandmothers cross the street, help lost children find their mothers, and share his bento with stray cats.
Who could have imagined that more than a decade later, this guy would become a boss who almost destroyed the world?
“I didn’t say I was going to take it.”
Uchiha Makoto patted his shoulder, “I just discovered it and wanted to tell you. After all, with so much money, it feels uncomfortable keeping it to myself.”
Obito let out a sigh of relief, “That’s good. Brother Makoto, even though we are poor, we can’t do that kind of thing.”
“I know.” Uchiha Makoto nodded, “I’m just curious… Obito, do you believe that I really found that tree hollow?”
Obito hesitated for a moment.
Did he believe it?
Brother Makoto never lied, at least not in his impression.
When Brother Makoto said he could develop Flowing Tekkai, he actually developed it.
When Brother Makoto said he would teach him taijutsu, he really taught him earnestly.
But a tree hollow containing one million ryo in treasure?
This was way too much like a plot from a storybook.
“I…” Obito scratched his head, “I believe Brother Makoto wouldn’t lie to me. But that tree hollow… maybe I’m too stupid to imagine it.”
[Ding! Obito has doubts about your lie regarding discovering a treasure tree hollow containing one million ryo. Trust level 50%, manifestation level 40%. Successfully manifested a tree hollow containing four hundred thousand ryo!]
It worked.
Although it was only 40%, four hundred thousand ryo…
was enough.
Uchiha Makoto breathed a sigh of relief inwardly, but his face remained expressionless, “Believe it or not, I wasn’t planning on going to take it anyway.”
“Yeah!” Obito nodded forcefully, “Brother Makoto is the most upright!”
Upright?
Uchiha Makoto smiled and didn’t respond.
Looking at Obito’s innocent and romantic face, he suddenly felt a bit guilty.
Wasn’t it too despicable to use this kind of pure trust to scam money?
But on second thought, if he starved to death now, who would stop Obito from turning to the dark side in the future?
Who would change the fate of the Uchiha clan’s annihilation?
Yeah, it must be like this.
“Right, Obito.” Uchiha Makoto changed the subject, “Did you just say you can harden half your body? Demonstrate it for me.”
“Okay!”
After sending Obito off, Uchiha Makoto went alone to the downstream of the Naka River.
There was indeed a large fir tree there, at least a century old, with a trunk that required three people to embrace.
The tree roots were intertwined and tangled, and the parts exposed above ground formed a natural depression.
Uchiha Makoto squatted down, reached his hand into the crevice under the tree roots, and his hand touched something soft inside.
With a hard pull, a heavy cloth bag was pulled out.
The cloth bag was dark blue, made of thick fabric, and the opening was tied tightly with hemp rope.
He untied the hemp rope and looked inside.
Stacks of banknotes, with denominations ranging from one hundred ryo to ten thousand ryo.
He roughly counted them, and it was exactly four hundred thousand ryo.
He stood up and patted the dirt off his buttocks.
In the Naruto World, the purchasing power of one ryo was roughly equivalent to ten Japanese yen in the real world.
Four hundred thousand ryo was equivalent to the purchasing power of four million Japanese yen.
“I can finally go eat meat.” He made up his mind, “If nutrition can’t keep up during the growth period, it will be troublesome if I can’t grow taller later.”
Uchiha Makoto certainly didn’t want to wrong himself.
Konoha’s butcher shop was on the south side of the commercial street.
The owner was a chubby middle-aged man surnamed Tanaka, who reportedly started selling meat since his grandfather’s generation.
When Uchiha Makoto walked up to the stall, Uncle Tanaka was chopping ribs.
Seeing that it was a child, he wiped his hands, “Little friend, buying meat? How much do you want?”
“Beef,” Uchiha Makoto said, “The best cuts, give me five jin.”
Ten jin of beef, wrapped in oiled paper, made a heavy, large package.
Uchiha Makoto held it in his hands, feeling his arms shaking.
It wasn’t from tiredness, but from hunger.
He wished he could raw-bite a piece right now.
But he held back.
Carrying the meat, he went to buy rice, vegetables, and seasonings.
By the time he finished buying everything, the sun was about to set.
Uchiha Makoto carried the large and small bags back to that dilapidated house.
He put the things down, and the first thing he did was make a fire to cook.
Cut the beef into chunks and blanch them in water.
Put the beef into the pot, stir-fry, add soy sauce, cooking wine, spices, and finally add water to simmer slowly on low heat.
The aroma of meat gradually drifted out.
Uchiha Makoto kept guard by the pot, staring at the tumbling chunks of beef inside.
The soup bubbled with a glugging sound, the meat chunks trembled in the broth, and their color changed from bright red to dark reddish-brown.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
He picked up a piece of beef with chopsticks, blew on it, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Soft, tender, and savory.
The meat juices burst open in his mouth, mixing with the flavor of the spices and sliding down his throat.
Uchiha Makoto closed his eyes.
Delicious.
So delicious.
For three months since coming to this world, it was the first time he had eaten real meat.
Not minced meat, not meat soup, but solid, large chunks of beef stewed until soft and tender.
Bite after bite, a bowl of meat was soon scraped clean.
He scooped another bowl.
When he stopped, Uchiha Makoto was stuffed and leaning against the wall, rubbing his belly.
“Finally full!”
That feeling of hunger seeping from the bone marrow disappeared for the first time.
Replaced by a warm, satisfying sense of fullness.
Recently, Uchiha Makoto felt like he was living like a human being.
Literally speaking.
What kind of days were those before?
Every day after finishing training and going home, he would cook a pot of thin porridge with two pickled vegetables, eating until his face was almost turning green.
During training, he would pant after running two laps and get tired after jumping twice.
If not for the system supporting him, he would have starved to death in some unknown corner of the training ground long ago.
But now it was different.
With four hundred thousand ryo in hand, he went to the butcher shop every morning to buy the freshest beef, went to a restaurant at noon to order the most expensive set meal, and could even add a dessert in the evening.
After eating like this for three days, he felt like wind was blowing as he walked.
Moreover, the change in his physical stamina was the most obvious.
In short, the problem of food and clothing was solved.
Then came the problem.
Human beings, once they are full, start thinking about other things.
Take Uchiha Makoto for example.
Now, every day after finishing training and returning home, looking at the empty house, he would think about whether he should find some other fun.
So he cast his gaze towards the school.
To be precise, he cast it towards the girls in his class.