Fantastic Naruto Adventure Journey

Because of Feitong's appearance, Kurama Jiji gained nothing all day long. The second sister lost all the relief money, but the tasks assigned by the eldest sister and her mother have not yet been completed.

My mother is easy to talk to and won't blame herself too much, but the eldest sister is different and will definitely not look good on her.

Kurama Jiji decided to try his luck at the bookstore. There might be books that had been gnawed by mice and could be read after being picked up.

……

Konoha Terminal Bookstore is the largest bookstore in Konoha. The second floor also serves as a publishing house. Kurama Jiji stored his most proud paintings here for sale some time ago, but unfortunately no one has taken any interest.

Walking into the bookstore, looking at the neat furnishings and the quiet environment, Kurama Jiji felt that this kind of place belonged to him. The boss was also a good person and allowed him to stay here and read books. It was a pity that he didn't have much time to spend here.

"Have my paintings been sold?" Kurama Jiji didn't see his paintings on the display window, and asked excitedly after entering the door.

"No, I advise you to take it away. I feel bad hanging it in the store." The bookstore owner took down Kurama Jiji's painting from the corner of the window in disgust and threw it on the table.

It is covered with messy black lines, and a lot of twisted and weird little people are like sparrows standing densely on the lines, as if just one look at it will take in the soul of people.

This is already Kurama Jiji's most proud masterpiece, which 100% depicts the wonderful world he saw after eating the dark mushrooms.

I specially spent 100 taels to buy the best drawing paper, and another 500 taels to buy a recommended spot for a week, and hung it on the window of the bookstore. Unfortunately, it was in the bottom corner, and even the passing dogs would lie down. Only then can you see it.

Do dogs pay for paintings?

Probably not.

"Please help me rest for a while, sir." Kurama Jiji requested. He no longer expected to meet any close friends, as long as he was a victim, so that he could survive this month.

"What about the recommendation fee? Every window display here is not free. If you want to sell it at a good price, you have to invest. For 1 taels, I will help you place it in the center of the window for a week, ensuring that every person who passes by Everyone can see it!" The bookstore owner said with a mysterious smile.

"...Is there anything that doesn't cost money?" Kurama Jiji was short of money.

"Yes!" The bookstore owner patted a thick pile of drawing paper in the corner, which was already gathering dust: "There is no money here. There may be people who love Taobao to browse, but they may not be able to touch it in a month. Come back."

"...Is there anyone who is free of charge and gets a lot of attention?" Kurama Jiji asked again.

"Yes!" The bookstore owner pointed to a white-haired man setting up a table outside the store: "Go set up a stall with that poor writer, and remember not to block my store door."

Kurama Jiji looked outside the store, and sure enough there was a handsome white-haired man setting up a table with a pile of books in front of him and a sign that read "Meeting with Best-Selling Novel Writers."

It's a pity that no one stopped in front of the so-called best-selling novel.

Kurama Jiji walked out of the store with his paintings and came to the small table at the door. Before he could say hello, the handsome white-haired uncle had already greeted him excitedly: "Hey! Boy, I want to buy a copy of the current best-selling book "Hot Blood". A novel? It’s very popular! If you buy it now, you can get my autograph!”

"Um...I'm not a book buyer. I can't afford a window seat. I want to borrow a table corner to sell paintings." Kurama Jiji said a little embarrassed.

"Oh...that's it. It's just a pitiful rush, of course there's no problem!" The handsome white-haired uncle moved his butt to the side, making room for Kurama Jiji.

"Thank you uncle, my name is Kurama Jiji, you can call me Jiji!" Kurama Jiji happily sat down and placed the painting on the table.

"Hey, Jiji... I am Jiraiya. Yes, I am one of the most handsome among the Konoha Sannin. Maybe you want to jump up excitedly and ask me for an autograph now, but please don't be too public about this. I came back secretly this time, and I don't want my books to sell so well because of my reputation..." The white-haired uncle named Jiraiya couldn't suppress his proud whisper.

"Konoha Sannin...Jiraiya...? I seem to have heard of it somewhere..." Kurama Jiji thought hard.

"Oh... kid, you must not have listened carefully in class. I am the No. 1 most popular male ninja in Konoha! I must be described in detail in the textbook!" Jiraiya pointed at himself excitedly.

"No...I remember, I saw your photo at the door of the bathhouse. Customers are never welcome, Jiraiya." Kurama Jiji raised his head and said.

"Ahem...ahem...misunderstanding, that's all a misunderstanding...by the way, do you want to sell this painting? Let me see..." Jiraiya quickly found an excuse to look at Kurama Jiji's painting: "Hey... I feel like I saw a group of ghosts staring into my soul with their farts. Is this a painted hell?"

"This is another world I saw. Do you want to see it? It only costs ten taels." Kurama Jiji did not forget to promote his mushrooms.

"Forget it, it's not a world of beauties. Do you want to read my book? It's super inspiring." Jiraiya took out a book and handed it to Jiji.

""Ninja Perseverance Ninjaden"? "Kurama Jiji looked at such a serious book title, and then looked at the real best-selling novels in the window. Which one is not fashionable and attractive, such as: "The Personal Ninja of the Gobo Princess".

However, considering that the author was by his side, Kurama Jiji opened the pages of the book and read it carefully in order to save his dignity.

"How's it going? Do you feel a fire burning in your heart?" Jiraiya couldn't help but asked after seeing Kurama Jiji's serious look.

Kurama Jiji was talking about how to tell the truth politely and without hurting others without being chased away by him.

Fortunately, a tall and thin ninja wearing round sunglasses came over at this time, looked at Kurama Jiji's paintings, and flipped through Jiraiya's book.

The two of them looked expectantly at the customer, who had a look of vulgarity written all over his face.

"Um...are you promoting your own works?" the wretched man said, pushing up his sunglasses.

"Yeah!" The two kept nodding like pugs waiting to be adopted by their owners.

"If you say something ugly... don't mind." The wretched man touched his chin.

"Please don't hesitate to teach me!" Jiraiya is nothing like the Konoha Sannin in his humble state.

"Your ideas are outdated a long time ago. You can't make money from books like this and paintings like this... Don't believe it, I'm a senior member of this bookstore." The wretched man nodded.

"Then how can we make money?" Jiraiya asked excitedly.

"Since you asked sincerely, I will reluctantly give you some advice. What is the color of the leaves after they wither?"

"Yellow." Kurama Jiji answered immediately without thinking for a moment.

“What color is a person’s excrement after eating?”

"Yellow!" Jiraiya replied quickly.

"What color is the soil?"

"Yellow!" they both replied at the same time.

"Then you understand, your teeth will turn yellow, your skin will turn yellow, so the ultimate meaning of life is to be yellow!"

"If you can include pornography in your works, you will have found a shortcut to wealth code in life!!" The wretched man pointed at the two of them meaningfully.

"Soukar..." Jiraiya seemed to understand something.

"Although you don't write novels, you should know that some of the novels sold by *** are very popular... I think you are very talented, and you are a good material for drawing comics..." The wretched man said mysteriously I gave Kurama Jiji a manga, and as soon as I opened it, there were scenes that made him blush and his heart beat.

Jiraiya seemed to be greatly inspired, and he excitedly wrote the words "Intimate Heaven" on the manuscript paper: "I don't know your name, but after my new book is published in the future, I will give you a few copies."

"Hehe... I'm Ebisu... I just read more books, so I can't be called a gentleman." The wretched man nodded with satisfaction and walked into the store.

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"Wait a minute, I have to leave first. I'll treat you to dinner another day!" Jiraiya originally wanted to sit down for a while, but suddenly he started to clean up the things on the table in a hurry. Kurama Jiji noticed that it seemed that a yellow-haired kid ran away. passed.

"No need to change the day, today is pretty good." Kurama Jiji said immediately, because he knew that such a promise would be gone if he missed it.

"Uh...Okay, can I treat you to ramen? I don't have much money left, hahahaha..." Jiraiya scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Please let me eat your nail polish!" Kurama Jiji bowed deeply, almost wanting to dedicate his soul to the generous writer.

……

Kurama Jiji's judgment was correct. As expected, Jiraiya was also heading towards the yellow-haired kid who just jumped over.

The two of them followed him from a distance and looked at him. He was a kid of six or seven years old. He came to Central Park excitedly and sat down at Ichiraku Ramen.

He shouted in a voice that could be heard a hundred meters away: "Boss! A bowl of salty ramen!!"

Kurama Jiji knows that salty ramen is only eaten by the poorest guys. There are no side dishes on it, only three thin sheets of seaweed. This kid doesn't seem to have much money.

Why is Jiraiya following him?Do you still want this brat to treat you to dinner?

"Let's eat here." Jiraiya took Kurama Jiji and sat down at another Fulaku Ramen restaurant not far from Ichiraku Ramen.

The taste of this restaurant is not as good as Ichiraku's, but Kurama Jiji's food is pretty good, so I'm not picky.

"I just want salty ramen."

"Then give me a bowl of barbecued pork ramen."

Jiraiya looked quietly at the yellow-haired kid not far away, that energetic little boy, his eyes full of tenderness.

"Who is he?" Kurama Jiji asked curiously.

"...The child of an old friend." Jiraiya had a smile on his face.

Kurama Jiji felt inexplicably that the look in his eyes was like that of Mr. Wang next door looking at his neighbor's children.

"Why don't you go up and say hello?" Kurama Jiji asked.

"No need, a prodigal like me is not worthy of taking care of him. I just need to see him grow up healthily from a distance." Jiraiya said happily.

"Hmm...?" Kurama Jiji looked at Jiraiya suspiciously, deeply doubting that this was his illegitimate son.

"Huh? What's going on with your look!? Hey, hey, hey! Brat, he is the son of my student! What are you thinking at such a young age!" Jiraiya was nervous.

"Oh...eat noodles!" Kurama Jiji happily buried his head in the bowl of the sea.

There is nothing happier than being treated to a meal.

While eating noodles, Jiraiya secretly observed the condition of little Naruto. Seeing his healthy and lively appearance, Jiraiya smiled with satisfaction.

"Thank you, Mr. Jiraiya, and I hope your next book will be a hit!"

"Well, Gigi, I also wish your paintings will get better and better."

The two left blessings for each other. Kurama Jiji quietly watched Jiraiya leave with an exaggerated pace. The figure of his father Ibrahimovic once again stood behind him, his eyes full of seriousness:

"The smell on this guy... is really disgusting...