"So... Teuchi-san, I can eat here for free from now on?"
Takumi gave a sly smile.
Getting free lunches wasn't bad either!
"Sure, but I have an unreasonable request..."
Teuchi smiled gleefully as he brought over a pen and notebook: "Hehe, Master Takumi, that recipe... could you give it to me? Of course, I won't take it for free. Name your price."
"Then 500,000 ryo."
Takumi wasn't greedy. After all, part of this recipe was developed with Teuchi's help. Just getting some pocket money was fine.
"200,000 ryo."
Ayame bargained.
"300,000 ryo."
Takumi countered.
"250,000 ryo."
"290,000 ryo."
"230,000 ryo."
"280,000 ryo."
"260,000 ryo, and I'll personally make it for you every time you come."
"Alright, deal!"
…
Holding the over 200,000 ryo banknote he got from the ramen shop for free, Takumi felt pleased.
You know, completing a C-Rank mission only nets a few tens thousand of ryo!
Over 200,000 ryo is a year's living expenses for an ordinary kid!
"Damn, that Takumi is so lucky, getting so much money!" Naruto, following behind, was green with envy.
"Yeah! And he can eat the boss's ramen for free... I'm so jealous..." Sakura also bit her skirt, saying with a jealous expression.
…
These past few days, Takumi went to class and went home obediently as usual.
After all, the last simulation was too long, and the system cooldown took a full 80+ hours.
Finally…
On the fourth day, the system cooldown ended.
It was a holiday today.
Takumi didn't go out. Instead, he went out early for breakfast, then sat on his bed, preparing for a new round of life simulation.
"System! Start simulation!"
[Ding! Drawing talents for you!]
The system's roulette wheel spun.
Three seconds later.
The pointer stopped.
[Ding! Drawing successful!]
[You have drawn the talents: Fist Emperor (Red), Hot-Blooded Youth (Black)]
Seeing these two talents, Takumi's pupils instantly contracted.
Then, his whole body became excited!
'It's here! It's finally here!'
'The long-awaited combat skills!'
If Takumi wasn't mistaken, the two talents he drew this time were both related to combat ability!
Fist Emperor, Hot-Blooded Youth...
Isn't that obvious!
The system quickly provided descriptions:
[Fist Emperor: Your fists are your strongest, most proficient weapons. You will be famous for the power of your fists, and your title will be related to fists. Red is medium level, roughly meaning a genius found once in a hundred people.]
"One in a hundred?"
"That's not bad either!"
Takumi nodded contentedly.
For him now, even one in ten would satisfy him, let alone one in a hundred!
After all, he's currently a combat strength of 5!
He has no combat talent at all!
During the entrance exam, he failed Ninjutsu, Taijutsu, Weaponry, Genjutsu...
His only advantage was writing a good essay.
He was only accepted through a special exception thanks to an essay titled 'The Respected Sandaime Hokage-sama'...
Since he could even write such an insincere article, Takumi naturally wouldn't refuse real power.
No choice, this is the thirst for power of a bottom-tier shinobi!
[Hot-Blooded Youth: Your hot blood fills your entire body. You are like a blazing flame, a vigorous rising sun. Courage and perseverance are your weapons, victory is your pursuit, you never stop! Fight for comrades and friendship, for justice! Black is an ultra-high level, meaning extremely hot-blooded! Just by existing, you make people feel the scorching flames on you!]
'Good grief!'
'The standard personality of a Shonen Manga's protagonist?!'
It has to be said that, just seeing the description of [Hot-Blooded Youth], Takumi already felt boiling over all over!
'Hard fists, boiling hot blood...'
'Could it be that this time, I'm going to simulate a Shinobi World version of Joe Yabuki? (Note: Protagonist of Ashita no Joe.)
Takumi took a sip of water and steadied his mindset.
Then…
His expression suddenly turned serious.
He issued the command in his mind:
'System! Start simulation!'
[Starting simulation!]
[Equipped talents: Fist Emperor (Red), Hot-Blooded Youth (Black)!]
[Screen generating in real-time.]
[Please wait...]
After a series of hurried mechanical sounds, the system began the simulation.
And Takumi, as if personally experiencing it, began a brand new life.
[At dawn, as the first ray of sunlight fell, you sprang out of bed like a grasshopper.]
[Heave-ho heave-ho~~~ You muttered under your breath, throwing punches at the air. Fists are your life… you can't stop throwing punches for a moment!]
[After washing up, you jogged onto the streets.]
[Continuously throwing punches along the way, you ran from one end of the village to the other, then from the other end back again.]
[You met Might Guy and Rock Lee, who were also training. You were like kindred spirits, greeting each other with questioning hand signals.]
[After 2 hours of jogging + punching, you slowed down a bit and entered a breakfast shop.]
[Under the astonished gazes of everyone, you ate 9 eggs, two steamers of buns, three cups of soy milk, 5 deep-fried dough sticks...]
[A little girl at the next table asked her mother in surprise: Why is that big brother eating so much?]
[You smiled sunnily, showing your white teeth, giving her a thumbs up and saying: This, is all eaten to protect the village.]
"Pfft!"
Simulating up to this point, Takumi truly couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of water on the spot!
'Good grief, this is totally the Hot-Blooded Youth mode!'
'Just like those old-school Shonen Manga, I'm filled with sunshine and confidence, making people feel very reliable!'
[Seeing your handsome appearance, the little girl's face blushed slightly. You might not know, but in that instant, you had become her first love.]
[You continued running, on the roads, on the grass, by the small river...]
[Kakashi sitting in a tree reading his dirty book, the Nara father and son playing chess in their courtyard, Sarutobi Hiruzen peeping at the bathhouse from his office, Uchiha Obito standing on a hill overlooking the village... your figure was firmly imprinted in their eyes.]
[Every inch of Konoha's soil was sprinkled with your sweat.]
'Damn...'
Takumi let out a deep breath.
'Forget about my own training, how did I even run into Obito?'
'So Obito has nothing better to do than come back to spy on the village?'
The simulation continues.
[You ran regardless of everything, throwing punches.]
[Old, worn bandages scattered sweat in the air.]
[As the sun set in the west, your figure appeared by the long river embankment.]
[A gentle breeze blew, the water shimmered.]
[Sweat soaked your clothes, your chest heaved rapidly.]
[But you facing the wind looked so elegant, so handsome!]
'Hmm... I can picture it.'
'And strongly! Very strongly!'
Takumi nodded with great satisfaction.
They say the Hot-Blooded Youth personality isn't popular anymore.
But he thinks otherwise!
The main thing is you're hot-blooded, but not too lame. In other words, you have to be natural!
He quite liked this hot-blooded version of himself in the simulated life!
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FOR EVERY 50 POWER STONES, I'LL UPLOAD ONE CHAPTER