Chapter 13 Lucky Day for the Victims of the Ninja World War
Naruto world——
A stalwart and fat man was sitting in front of the bar counter, drinking a gulp of yellow beer that was almost full.
Although this is not a bar that can be visited 100% of the time, he is a regular customer here. When he comes to drink here, he does not even need to say anything to the waiter, there will automatically be one or two charming maids serving him in the background.
However, today's beer seems to taste a little different.
There's a problem! His unattractive professional sensitivity made him feel "thumped" for a moment, but when he reacted, he realized, isn't this the most high-end beer in the store? Although his daily business is large, he can ignore this
A certain amount of money, but he is not that courageous or well-connected.
He raised his head and glanced at the smiling blonde maid standing behind the counter, thinking that no matter how cute she was, she wouldn't be able to extort money from him. He wasn't very satisfied with the maid today. Although she had a very nice face, she wasn't curvy enough.
, he didn’t buy that kind of service, so it’s not bad at all, but at this level, it’s boring even to take advantage of others.
"I won't pay for your girl's mistake." The man said viciously to the maid behind the counter.
"No, no, you don't need to pay the bill." The maid clasped her hands together and tilted her head, and said with a smile, "This cup is my treat. Come and talk business with me."
It seems that he is not just a store clerk, but it is not something strange in this store.
"Deposit——"
"Bang." A gold bar was thrown out by the blonde maid. It bounced on the counter a few times and fell to the ground.
The man's eyes were fixed and he immediately looked left and right. This behavior might have attracted countless glances, but those glances disappeared not long after the sound. It would be better to say that although the surrounding guests were very concerned, they only dared to care.
You know, this store was originally a place for people like them to gather to discuss business and exchange information. Many of them had practiced chakra, and had even been ninjas and samurai.
In the Fourth Ninja War, because the "Akatsuki" organization, the enemy of the five major nations, was too strong, the war expanded rapidly. The five major nations even put pressure on other small nations and tied them into tanks. In the end, they developed into more than just ninjas.
The wars between the two countries have also involved ordinary people in many countries. Many small countries have completely collapsed as a result, and they are unable to recover and rebuild after the war. Ordinary people have been displaced, and the small countries’ original armed forces have also lost what little they had managed to survive.
Big countries cannot care about people like them when it comes to their means of living.
The man was originally a victim of the Fourth Ninja War, but now he is not dissatisfied with it. Without that war, his current business would not be so good.
"Waiting for me here? I'm so proud. I wish I had the goods you need." The man tentatively asked the blond maid.
The blond maid smiled and shook her head slightly: "I have carefully investigated the list of people who are doing this kind of business and the gathering places. I am in this position because it is easy to reach everyone. You are my guest clerk in this store.
Finally, this is the fourteenth person I have contacted. Counting other clubs, there may be more."
"I see." The man looked at the atmosphere around him and guessed that this was someone he couldn't afford to offend.
"So, what do you want to buy?" he asked.
The blonde maid's eyes, which had been narrowed with laughter until a moment ago, opened, as if she wanted to see everything about the man.
"The color and fluctuation of your chakra are exactly what I need." The blonde maid had an expression that made the man even more creepy, making him want to run away.
But the atmosphere disappeared immediately. The blonde maid said: "But I don't need an uncle. I want a young one. It is best to be out of the current living environment and you will feel grateful. Do you have such direct relatives or brothers and sisters?"
"You want my son?" A subtle light flashed in the man's eyes.
He is a personal trafficker. Due to the Great Ninja War, a large number of ordinary people and orphans of ninja families were displaced, which gave rise to a market for the underground industry of human trafficking. It is especially difficult for people with certain chakra talents to acquire, but some buyers will be tempted.
Welcome. As for what buyers do with those people, there are various uses. The ones with the best luck will be bought and raised as children. The ones with the least luck will probably be raised to a certain level and then used at one time somewhere. The probability
The smallest ones are probably bought and used by organizations or even countries that research forbidden arts.
But it was really the first time he met the buyer who asked for his son.
"Do you have a son? Then let me take a look at him. If he meets the requirements, I will buy it." The blond maid didn't seem to care about the man's thoughts at all.
"Humph, it doesn't matter, it's just my sandbag."
"Do you like spanking your son?"
"Because he is just a useless son, and he wants to escape all day long. Give me a full glass of wine, the best."
The blonde maid poured the man a full glass of the same wine as before and asked, "Does he hate you so much?"
"Really, does it meet your requirements? It's just that it is my own flesh and blood. If you are willing to practice ninjutsu, you should be able to do well. The price is not cheap."
"Don't worry about the price. If you really make him annoying and make him want to escape, it would be great. One-stop service, which will save me from using illusions to hypnotize him, hehe."
The man thought this was a threat to him. Since he declared illusions, if he didn't agree, he would also be affected by illusions. However, illusions were not his specialty.
"By the way, does your son want to kill you?" the blond maid suddenly asked.
"...It's not that far yet."
"Really? What a pity."
The man cursed secretly. He was very clear about some methods of abducting children. For example, when a child is being bullied or chased, and a "hero" suddenly jumps out and kills the perpetrator, the victimized child may be determined to "repay the favor."
Guaiguai was sold. Is this the time to kill him?
Fortunately, his son really didn't want to kill him. He had beaten him to the point where he had no sense of resistance. If he could squeeze out a little resistance, he would definitely commit suicide. Suicide would make him never have the chance to fight again.
Son.
"The wine is gone." The man shook his empty glass.
The blonde maid continued to pour herself.
The man took a swig and said, "Then, let's talk about the price, place and time of the transaction..."
"It doesn't matter. I have written down your chakra color. I will bring the money to get it from you tonight. If there are other products that I like, I will buy them all. I also want to wait for a few more sellers.
You're drunk, so let's see you off, [mass charm species]."
Crownpis looked at the man who was walking out swaying, and shook the wine bottle in his hand: "Is this really so delicious? The one made by my child is much different from the one hidden by Kirei's family."