Tobi felt that the next ten years of his life would be spent repaying debts.
He had worked so hard to pay off the mortgage for his villa, only for it to be reduced to rubble by Lord Madara shortly after.
His heart was filled with complaints—not toward Lord Madara, but toward White Zetsu…
Couldn't they have fought somewhere else?
And…
"Nine point nine percent discount!" Tobi sighed to himself. "Still so expensive!"
Originally, he should have happily gone to the Construction Department today to apply for reconstruction, since Lord Jun had promised a discount…
Considering the reputation of the Uzushiogakure Daimyo, even if it wasn't 30-40% off, it should at least be 50% off!
But…
Tobi realized he had been too naive. He never expected that a 0.1% discount would still count as a "discount."
When he went to apply for reconstruction, he asked the Construction Department about it and specifically mentioned that Lord Jun had promised a discount.
However, the person in charge directly told him that while Lord Jun had given verbal approval, the financial matters were under the jurisdiction of Uzushiogakure's Finance Minister, the so-called "Black-faced God," Kakuzu. Therefore, Tobi had to provide proof, and he also needed to apply for a new loan to rebuild, because…
He had no money.
So, Tobi thought it wasn't too far and went straight to the Finance Department.
He was quite familiar with the Finance Department, having gone there every month to repay his debts. So, when he arrived, he smoothly went to the relevant counter to apply for the loan and the discount promised by Lord Jun.
But…
"There's no precedent for this."
The person in charge explained seriously to Tobi. Seeing Tobi's disappointed expression, they added that they would consult the Finance Minister.
So, Tobi waited there all afternoon, only to receive a document confirming a 0.1% discount, along with a reminder that he must repay the loan on time. Then, the person in charge hurriedly shooed him away, telling him not to block the line.
Looking at the 0.1% discount notice in his hand, Tobi was utterly disappointed. He rushed to Lord Jun's office to ask if, considering their shared history of working under Lord Madara, he could get a bigger discount.
But…
Lord Jun wasn't there!
According to his secretary, he had just been taken away by a white-haired young man.
At this point, Tobi finally understood that he had no choice but to accept this discount.
"Truly the Black-faced God of Uzushiogakure!"
He sighed inwardly.
He hadn't believed the rumors about how stingy Uzushiogakure's Finance Minister was before, but now…
He finally did!
"What a miser." Tobi spat on the ground in frustration. Then, looking at the discount notice and loan information in his hand, he sighed and muttered, "Fine, whatever."
If he hadn't spent all his money buying milk candies, tofu pudding, and health supplements for Lord Madara (and admittedly eating most of it himself)…
How could he possibly be broke now?
So…
He had no choice but to accept this discount.
Otherwise, that Black-faced God probably wouldn't even approve his loan.
Tobi rubbed his tearless eyes and said sorrowfully, "Today, I'm going to eat two bowls of tofu pudding—one sweet and one savory."
Hmph!
He wouldn't bring any for Lord Madara. Who told him to destroy the house?
He would eat it all by himself in secret.
And…
Since the Uzushiogakure Affiliated Academy was too far from the daycare center, and squeezing onto the bus in the morning was too exhausting, he hadn't been staying there. Instead, he had been sleeping on the floor at the daycare center.
Thinking of this, Tobi felt another wave of bitterness.
After working so hard in Uzushiogakure for so many years, in the end…
He had no savings and had to sleep on the floor outside!
So heartbreaking!
"What a black-hearted Daimyo!" Tobi grumbled angrily.
He had made up his mind…
Tomorrow, he would teach those brats to draw poop, letting them experience Teacher Tobi's sorrow… no, his art!
...
"Achoo, achoo." Uzumaki Jun rubbed his nose and muttered, "Who's thinking about me?"
"Heh." Jiraiya, seeing Jun sneeze, gloated and slung an arm over his shoulder. "It must be some poor girl you abandoned cursing you in her heart."
Regarding the Uzushiogakure Daimyo's marriage…
Almost everyone in Uzushiogakure knew about it, and there were even some lesser-known rumors.
Serves you right!
However…
Jun glanced sideways at Jiraiya. He didn't understand how this guy, who could only write "Make-Out Paradise" to fantasize and "gather material," a fifty-year-old virgin, had the right to mock him.
Was it because of Dan's death?
Besides…
A chick could never understand the ambitions of an eagle.
He couldn't be bothered to explain himself to a virgin.
Seeing Jun's expression, Jiraiya choked on his words. He immediately understood what this red-haired brat meant.
He cursed inwardly, "What a damn brat!"
Then, he flicked his white hair dramatically and said melancholically, "As a man like the wind…"
"You wouldn't understand the art I pursue."
Especially since he was the dream of countless girls across the shinobi world. If he married Tsunade, the other girls would be heartbroken. So…
Tsunade would just have to endure it.
And…
He really didn't understand young girls these days. He, Jiraiya, was clearly more handsome, more skilled, and more humorous—why didn't anyone like him?
"So that's how it is." Jun nodded understandingly and said with admiration, "I didn't expect you to be so noble." He sighed and looked at Jiraiya. "I was originally planning to teach you Uzushiogakure's millennium-spanning flirting manual."
"But now it seems…"
"I was overthinking it."
Jun shook his head regretfully. "In that case, forget it."
Then…
He left behind a dumbfounded Jiraiya.
WTF??
Uzushiogakure had such a manual, and…
A millennium-spanning one??
Would something that old even work?
But considering this brat's situation, Jiraiya couldn't help but doubt…
Maybe…
It really worked?
Otherwise, why was it that despite being more outstanding than him, no girls liked him?
So…
What the Toad Sage and the Uzushiogakure Daimyo lacked was just a manual.
Thinking this, Jiraiya's eyes lit up. He seemed to have discovered some secret…
Rubbing his hands together, he smiled sheepishly and said, "Well…"
"Even though this Toad Sage is already so outstanding, I wouldn't mind becoming even more outstanding."
So…
Let me borrow that book!
Jun looked at Jiraiya speechlessly. This guy really lived up to being the renowned author of "Make-Out Paradise" in the future.
"If you're already so outstanding," Jun said helplessly, "then for the sake of the countless girls in the shinobi world, let's just forget it."
"No, no, I insist." Jiraiya quickly nodded, putting on a serious expression. "Let me critique it and see what needs to be revised."
"After all, I am the dream of countless girls in the shinobi world!"
"..."
And I'm the dream of hundreds of millions of girls.
With this level of shamelessness, the fact that he had stayed single for so long was undoubtedly due to sheer skill.
Jun summoned the flirting manual and reluctantly handed it to him. "Fine, here you go."
If he listened any longer, he might punch someone.
Jiraiya excitedly took the book, but as soon as he touched it, he felt puzzled. Wasn't it supposed to be millennium-spanning?
Why did it look so new?
Jun rolled his eyes. Of course it was new—it was meant to span a millennium, not that it had already spanned one. After all, this book was…
Jiraiya didn't dwell on it. Maybe the Uzumaki clan just took good care of their books. He eagerly flipped to the first page, adopting a reverent expression, and then…
His face turned green.
What the hell was this?!
Written on it was…
"A simp, in the end, gains nothing.
Uzumaki Jun."
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