Naruto just wants to be a god of death.

Chapter 4 I'm Not the Problem

Chapter 4 I'm Not the Problem
But the stick failed to hit Naruto's head like before.

The moment he made his move.

A cold light flashed.

The kunai cut through the soft wood and the broom head fell to the ground, splashing dust.

"Asshole! My broom!" Rage overwhelmed the convenience store owner's brain. He didn't realize what the other party meant by fighting back. He only cared about his own property. He raised his hand and wanted to attack again, "Damn you, you can't bring any good things."

I couldn't finish my words.

Naruto grabbed his wrist, tripped him and threw him to the ground.

There is no wave of kuwu.

The convenience store owner looked up and continued to curse.

With a clang——

The kunai brushed against the tip of his nose and was nailed to the ground, vibrating slightly, trembling as fragilely as a life string.

This made him lose consciousness for a moment.

The tip of the coccyx felt numb, lightning spread throughout the body, and the hairs on my body stood up.

The pain brought him back to his senses.

The arm was bent at an unnatural angle, but not broken. However, the bones, flesh and fascia were stretched to the limit and were pulled painfully.

These senses overwhelmed the anger in my mind.

He panicked and realized that he was the one being hunted: "What do you want to do?"

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"Buying things." Naruto continued to look into the room, staring at the clock, "Don't worry I will pay. Are you welcome this time?"

Convenience store owner gritted his teeth: "I don't welcome it"

Naruto exerted force and bent his arm to a larger angle.

The convenience store owner was sweating and quickly changed his tone: "Welcome, welcome! Of course you are welcome."

Naruto smirked coldly, grabbed the kunai and threw it back into his pocket, then walked towards the convenience store.

If it was three years ago, he would not have used this method.

but.
During his three years in Soul Society, he learned that in some "necessary" matters, violence was far easier to solve than other methods.

"Food" is not a necessity in Rukongai.

Ordinary souls do not feel hungry.

Only souls with spiritual power have the need to eat.

Therefore, the price of food is extremely expensive.

If you don't want to starve to death, you can only resort to some shady means.

Naruto relied on this method to survive the first six months.

It was not until he found a job and had a stable source of income that he gave up "robbing". It took him a year to finally pay back the total price of the food he had robbed.

Walk into a convenience store.

The numbers on the clock ticked.

It's not bad.

So, I have been in Soul Society for three years, but not much time has passed in Konoha, or even no time has flown?

He thought about this question while selecting ingredients.

A piece of meat, two potatoes, some seasonings, and a bag of rice cost less than six hundred taels.

This is the market price.

Naruto did not take advantage of the situation.

But after he left, the convenience store owner couldn't wait to close the store and complain to the Konoha Police.

It’s lawless!
I knew I couldn't let that damn bastard into the ninja school.

Now that he has learned some skills, he dares to attack these poor and innocent people.

What's next?
Hokage Building.

The Third Hokage Sarutobi Hiruzen was reviewing official business.

A ninja knocked on the door and walked in: "Sir, that Uzumaki guy is in trouble again!"

Sarutobi Hiruzen was not surprised by anything he had seen, so he said calmly, "What kind of mischief did Naruto do again?"

"He had a conflict with a convenience store owner and injured him." The ninja gritted his teeth, extremely hateful.

Sarutobi Hiruzen's expression turned serious when he heard this.

Uzumaki Naruto is a troublemaker.

But before that, they were just some pranks, limited to the school, with the purpose of attracting other people's attention.

But now, he actually hurt someone?
This is the first time, and it also breaks the lower limit.

It has become a conflict.

"Where is Naruto now?" Sarutobi Hiruzen asked.

The ninja replied, "Home."

Sarutobi Hiruzen breathed a sigh of relief. Just going home would be fine. Things didn't have to get to the worst. "Got it. I'll give him a good lecture."

"Naruto really went too far this time."

Naruto Uzumaki's residence is not far from the Hokage Building, it is a low-rent apartment building in the center of the village.

Sarutobi Hiruzen rushed over in just a few minutes.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

He frowned, confused.

My teachings to Naruto have always been very restrictive to him, and he has always been very obedient before. Even when he was bullied to that extent, he never fought back.

But today.
The door opened quickly, and Naruto, wearing an apron and holding a kitchen knife, came out. When he saw Sarutobi Hiruzen, his eyes lit up: "Grandpa Sandai!"

In Konoha, this person is the best to him. He bears the title of "Hokage" and is also the most powerful and knowledgeable person in the whole village.

I really want to see him!
Whether from the emotional
My mind was still full of doubts - why did I go to Soul Society, why did I come back, why nothing changed after three years in Konoha.

Sarutobi Hiruzen looked into the room through Naruto, feeling a little dazed.

A house that you can see the end of at a glance.

clean
tidy
There were only ingredients on the table, potatoes, meat, and rice cooking on the stove.

It didn't look like Naruto's place at all.

I haven't seen you for a few days and you've changed a lot.

But the important thing is the "beating" matter, these changes are not that important, Sarutobi Hiruzen smiled and asked: "Naruto, today a convenience store owner came to me to complain, saying that you beat him, is there any conflict between you two?"

I came here for this matter.

Naruto corrected, "I didn't hit him. He hit me first."

Sarutobi Hiruzen nodded: "Why did he attack you?"

"I wanted to buy some ingredients to cook," Naruto said confidently, "but as soon as I walked into his convenience store, he wanted to hit me before I could say anything."

"I just stopped him from hitting me and wanted to do business with him."

"I paid for the things I bought."

Sarutobi Hiruzen felt a little relieved.

So that’s it?
It's great that this wasn't an intentional "revenge and injury" incident.

He softened his tone a little, "Although that's the case, Naruto you can come find me."

"After all, hitting people is not a good thing, Naruto. Do you remember what I taught you before? You should never hit people in the village at any time."

Naruto was startled.

Two memories came flooding back to my mind.

One was when he was in Soul Society, he was so hungry that he had to steal other people’s food. The boss chased him with a knife, cursing him and looking ugly.

But after he worked to pay off his debts, the boss was very pleased and said in person that Naruto had done nothing wrong at the time, but he had to show that he could not be robbed at will and that weakness would lead to bullying. If he felt that there was something wrong with Naruto, he would have notified the God of Death to solve it.

It is not a sin to become "ugly" in order to survive.

It would be extremely beautiful if Naruto was willing to make amends for his mistakes.

The other one is much older and is related to the Third Hokage, and is fragmented memory.

Whenever I was bullied as a child and fought back, he would always appear by my side and comfort me.

I felt very warm at that time, because there were only three generations of grandfathers in the whole village who were willing to take care of me.

But now think back.
Those who bullied me did not suffer any punishment or even any scolding. They would still appear in front of me the next day in high spirits and continue to bully me.

Now it seems that those words of comfort were nothing more than teaching me to be weak and tolerant.

By contrast.

Naruto felt that he seemed to prefer listening to his boss's curses.

"Do I have to look for Grandpa Sandai every time I want to buy something?" Naruto interrupted Sarutobi Hiruzen.

Sarutobi Hiruzen was stunned.

Naruto said it word by word, decisively: "When the Third Grandfather was here, they respected you and would agree to let me buy things, but as soon as the Third Grandfather left, they no longer welcomed me."

“I can only stockpile a bunch of stuff at a time.”

"But I also spent money on the purchase, and I paid him a lot."

"He wanted to hit me, I stopped him, and he got hurt because of his own actions."

"Do I have a question?"

"Do I deserve to be beaten and cursed by them? I can't even fight back?"

"Do I deserve to eat instant noodles every day? Is it wrong for me to want to eat normal food?"

"Do I deserve to go fishing in the mountains and picking mushrooms to eat?"

The pent-up emotions exploded into a series of questions, and the shurikens shot out, leaving Sarutobi Hiruzen stunned and unable to defend himself.

It’s not that he doesn’t know how to answer.

But I didn't expect that Naruto, who had been enduring for so many years, would explode so suddenly and without any warning.

"Naruto, they may have some misunderstandings, but the village is a whole." Sarutobi Hiruzen used his old rhetoric, trying to continue using the righteousness of the "village" for moral blackmail.

Naruto doesn't buy it.

Or in other words, the Naruto in the past would care a lot about his only belonging, the "village".

but now.
He just interrupted Sarutobi Hiruzen again and said, "Grandpa Sandai, since they are the ones with the problem, please go and solve their problem."

"Why do you want to come after me, the victim?"

With a bang——

The door was slammed shut.

Naruto didn't want to talk to Sarutobi Hiruzen at all now.

Not to mention the doubts and secrets in my mind.

The accompanying ninja yelled, "Uzumaki Naruto, is this how you treat the Hokage?"

"Come out and apologize to me."

His shouting was stopped.

Sarutobi Hiruzen waved his hand: "No need, this is also my negligence."

He sighed, his heart heavy and somewhat ashamed.

His eyes fell on the door.

I could hear the sound of knives chopping on the chopping board in the house.