It was dark, Naruto closed the stall and went home. He met Sanyu on the way. The two of them went to the nearby Yile to have a meal of ramen.

The third generation used the method of chatting and asked Naruto many questions, including how he was injured and how he thought about the villagers.

Naruto knew that this answer would directly affect his future.

The three generations dedicated their entire lives to the village. It can be said that the village is his whole life. He will prevent any factors that are unfavorable to the village, and even if it is serious, it will be erased.

Here, we must never show any dissatisfaction with the village or the villagers, nor can we show no concern.

You are a child who is just a child who speaks nothing and says whatever you want. You obviously hate it, don’t like it, and you have to speak up and disagree.

What are you afraid of? What are you worried about? Are you so scheming at a young age?

No matter how you perform, there are flaws, so you can't follow the pace of the third generation. Naruto shook his head, his face full of indescribable expressions, and then he picked up the iron box as if he offered treasure.

"It's okay, I'm in great health, my third generation grandfather! Look! So much money!"

Change the topic, get away from the qualities, and do not follow the tone of the third generation.

From noon to evening, more than a thousand people took action in these seven hours, with an average of about 180 people per hour.

Among them, there were 314 people who fought a hundred punches and 5,000. Just this one, there were more than 1.5 million.

The rest were more than ten punches, dozens of punches, and they were scattered and almost one million. With that one million and a half million, he made more than two million by being beaten in this afternoon alone.

The only thing that doesn't work is that the system value has not increased much. Among the more than a thousand people, there are less than a hundred ninjas, and the others are all ordinary people. They don't hurt or itch when hitting them.

To accumulate values, the prerequisite is to feel pain.

Naruto knew that he took it for granted. If it were the first time, when the system was turned on, he could still use this method. Now, standing still and keeping the villagers fighting for ten years will not be able to break the defense.

To increase the value, he had to hit the tree by himself, or look for a stronger and more powerful ninja to withstand the opponent's attacks.

"It's risky to be beaten, so be cautious when choosing." Naruto thought to himself.

The Sandian, who didn't know what Naruto was thinking, fell silent again when he saw this box of money. He sighed as if he was very worried and took out a scroll from his arms.

"No need to go anymore. Grandpa admits defeat. This is what you want. Ninjutsu that can be used for a lifetime. It is still an unfinished item. You must work hard to complete it and strive to surpass those who created this technique."

Naruto took it as if he had received the treasure, his eyes shining.

Making money is very easy for him. Maybe in the eyes of outsiders, he is beaten up, but only he himself knows that he has no feelings at all. If he hadn't always remembered the pain of performing the show, he would have almost fallen asleep.

Just standing there, money is rushing into your pocket. Is there any better way to make money in the world than this?

The third generation was able to admit defeat in advance, and Naruto was happy to see that he didn't want to act for those few hours, and there was no other benefit except money.

If all those who come to beat him were ninjas, that would make him feel pain. In that way, he would make money and increase the value, not just now, with only money and no value.

Separated from the third generation, Naruto ran home. He believed that Hinata would not send the bento there when she saw that he had not gone to the back mountain. It was probably placed at the doorstep or near the home, so that he could easily see and discover the location.

Sure enough, a small handkerchief was laid on the mat at the doorstep, with a bento and a bottle of medicine on it. Naruto looked around and saw that it was so dark that it was so dark that it could not be seen.

Hiding in the dark, seeing Hinata entering the house, rolling her eyes to make sure that Naruto is fine, she breathed a sigh of relief, cautiously retreated without making any sound, left, and ran home.

First, I swallowed the bento and saved the medicine, and then I couldn't wait to open the scroll.

Rasengaran, one of the most classic ninjutsu in Naruto, has dozens of versions. It can be said that he has been played with Huaer. Naruto has been coveting for a long time. If it weren't for not explaining the source, he would have wanted to learn by himself long ago.

"First it's spin, then..."

Looking through the Spirenoma scroll, Naruto silently recited the contents inside, and realized it thoroughly and understood it in his heart.

Perhaps it was the third generation who considered the difficulty of this Rasengan, which was not something that a child who had not graduated from Ninja School could understand thoroughly, but he wrote down all the tips, methods and methods on the scroll, which saved Naruto from using his brain.

"Buy balloons and go for rubber balls."

He grabbed a handful of money from the iron box, Naruto put on a coat and hurried out, but unexpectedly someone outside the door bumped into his arms.

The other party did not expect that, and exclaimed, he retreated and fell to the ground.

"Aler, Sakura, when did you come? Why didn't you say anything?" Naruto was surprised and stepped forward and pulled her up.

Sorry to see you, I've been struggling at the door for half an hour. Can you say this? Sakura wrinkled her nose; "I just came here, but you, why are you doing so late?"

"Oh, the third generation of grandpa taught me a technique. I want to buy materials to assist in my practice. It's cold outside. You can go inside and wait for me and come back soon."

When Naruto came back, Sakura had already left, leaving only a note on the table and pressed it with a bottle of potion.

"It's not a valuable medicine, but it works very well. Remember to wipe it. If you don't wipe it, you will die."

It wasn't hurt, so why should I wipe it? Naruto scratched his face, put the potion in and preserved it.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding the balloon, he started practicing spirewan. He felt that this was not efficient, so he closed his hands and had multiple shadow clones.

Forty or fifty shadow clones were blown out at once, filling the living room, kitchen, utility room, bathroom, balcony, and even the walls and ceilings were not empty.

"Come on, five of each person."

Each person was divided into five balloons, and everyone calmed down, released the chakra, rotated, and tried hard to break the balloon.

Shadow clones cannot exercise their bodies. Like this, practicing ninjutsu and exercising chakra control is an excellent weapon.

If he follows the original trajectory, he will have to wait until he meets Jiraiya. It has been too long and he has to fight for the opportunity himself. If you don’t fight, how can you know that you can’t get it?

If you fight, you may have nothing, but if you don’t fight, you will definitely have nothing.

"Ah! Chakra is gone!" A shadow clone screamed and turned into a light smoke and disappeared.

His memories and experiences were passed back to Naruto, giving Naruto a little new enlightenment.

One after another, other shadow clones followed one after another. The balloons in Naruto's hand also had no movement at the beginning, but now there were obvious shaking, ups and downs, and the whole movement was irregular.

"Come again!" Naruto clasped his hands together, formed a seal, and another wave of shadow clones.
Chapter completed!