When I arrived at my store, located across the street from the Hokage building, having just put on a set of head-covering dresses that I had specially brought from the wind country to resist the hot summer sun better, I started hallucinating from the heat.
I mean, seriously...
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It's been 22 years since I was reincarnated in the Naruto world.
I was brought here as a young child from the Uzumaki family with Kushina during the war.
I was five years old when the second great ninja war began, and I regained my memory.
I was still five years old when Grandma Mito died. Fortunately, I had already regained my memory by then, so her death didn't become a trauma for me as a child. After all, at that time, I lived with Grandma Mito almost all day long.
By the time I was seven years old, Jiraya had returned to the village. We met by chance when I was living in an orphanage, and he must have noticed my red hair because he immediately took an interest in me.
Unfortunately, after a while, Jiraya and I discovered a truth that didn't upset me too much; I had almost no talent as a ninja.
Of course, even if we say I had almost no talent, this was purely by the standards of the Uzumaki clan. With the amount of chakra in my body, I could easily surpass a standard Konoha ninja.
Well, not being stupid, I gave up on being a ninja altogether without much thought and got a job at an early age.
Meanwhile, even Danzo pretended to be an ordinary peasant and tried to convince me to enroll in school to become a ninja.
Fortunately, Mito-sama had entrusted me to Sarutobi before he died, and Danzo wasn't willing to take the huge risk of kidnapping me when I wasn't even a ninja.
I ignored Danzo and, with all the money I had saved in my late nineth year, I set a mission to the village and sent a group of ninjas to bring me goods from a butter producer I had been targeting for a long time.
I had heard about this butter producer from the shopkeeper I used to work for. Even though he loves this butter, he is not the kind of person who can bear the hassle of bringing it to Konoha and selling it.
Thanks to him, I made my first trade and quickly sold the butter at almost double the price, citing its beneficial effects on physical health compared to ordinary butter.
You know, for me it was a lot of money, but for the ninjas, the butter that sold for twice the price was not a big deal.
Ninjas were a consumer group that made a lot of money and spent a lot of money.
The catchiness of my hair color and my young age, as well as the quality of the products I was selling, quickly made me a topic of gossip.
For a few more months, I sold locally produced quality goods from nearby villages, but after a while, the price of goods increased because the war was heating up.
Then I had an ingenious idea.
The war was also an event that paved the way for exorbitant trade for the merchants. Of course, I can't scam the Ninjas because they'll cut my head off.
I thought about it for a while, trading weapons was not an option for me, so I went for the next big profit.
All Ninjas carried around tasteless food like rice balls or hunted during battle.
That's how I came up with the idea to mass-produce and sell pancakes, my favorite food when I lived alone in my old world.
Because I added a lot of honey and some lemon juice to the pancake recipe, I could extend the life of the pancakes for up to three days.
Thanks to my small reputation, I was able to sell pancakes in airtight containers to many people, even in the beginning.
I also started to put sugar cubes in the airtight container, and that dried out the moisture in the container, extending the life of the pancakes for another day.
That's when the development that led me to where I am now happened.
The ninjas gave my pancakes a meaning. For them, my pancakes were the last sweet and doughy food before the battle. The Ninjas who had bought pancakes from me were about to arrive at the war zone, and they gathered together for dinner and had a small pancake party.
After that, I had trouble keeping up with orders, so I hired a few people and started mass production, and in the last few months before the war ended, my net profit increased enough to release an S-level mission.
So I opened my first store and started buying stuff from manufacturers all over the land of the fire country through quests and selling it in Konoha.
Meanwhile, as I was about to leave the prime age range to become a ninja, Danzo made another attempt and tried to slander me by poisoning my produce.
When I was about to lose my job because of the rumors, I put a big apology sign on the door of my store and said that it was my negligence. Then I distributed 90% of all my assets to orphans who lost their families in the war.
Well, of course, this was not enough to defeat Danzo, the owner of the darkness of the village, but Sarutobi would have warned Danzo, and the rumors in the village disappeared, and I was able to regain my reputation.
Moreover, thanks to this incident, there was no one in the village who hadn't heard of me.
So I somehow made it this far.
I was no longer an Uzumaki boy, I was a young and rich store owner known as Uzumaki Eren.
So I had managed to organize my whole life, I was bringing products from many countries and selling them in Konoha, and I had made plans to get away from Konoha in case of future disasters.
Do I really need a system now?