So with that in mind I took out my notebook and writing set. I walked out of the apartment and approached a nearby tree plucking a few leaves. I sat down, activated the leaf concentration exercise while I began to work on my kanji. I really needed to get this shit down!
The next day:
The next day after school Naruto and I played for a while, though I really wasn't into it. Afterwards we went our separate ways. Naruto for some ramen while I decided to find a store that would sell me ninja tools. I walked into the merchant district and looked for the fanciest ninja wears shop I could find. It took me a moment, but I found a shop called 'Steel Blood' at the end of merchant road.
I stepped inside and found rows and rows of ninja weapons and other tools behind a counter near the back. And before it was racks of clothes, minaj grade I'm guessing from the mesh underneath. I'm guessing the weapons you'll have to order from behind the counter while the clothes you could try on.
"Oye kid," I looked over finding a thin man with long blonde hair and a short french beard behind the counter looking at me with a raised eyebrow, "can I help you?"
Hikaru Chomeru, Steelblood owner Lv- ?
REP- 0 Okay, chunin or high jonin, nice. I walked over to the man, looking over the clothes, none of them seemed to be my size, the smallest would still be a few sizes too big, damn it I really need to grow up!
I stopped before the man, "ah, I would like some kunai, shuriken, ninja wire and...oh, some fuinjutsu scrolls please."
The man blinked, "you in the academy kid?"
I nodded, "yes."
"Which year?"
I knew this was a trick question. Technically all the items I asked for should only be used by a second year student as that was when they even began weapons training. So…
"I'm in the second year," I told him.
"Oh really?" the man raised an eyebrow, "then you wouldn't mind showing me the leaf concentration exercise." I blinked, 'really? That's all I have to do?' Oh well, won't look a gift horse in the mouth. I took out a leaf I had on hand from last night and placed it on my forehead focusing chakra there as I looked at him, "this enough proof?"
The man narrowed his eyes at me and looked at the leaf, he waited 30 seconds, guess he expected me to drop it or something. Finally at the one minute mark he nodded, "right, how many of those did you want?"
"Around 20 kunai, 15 shurikens, ah, twenty feet of ninja wire and around...ten scrolls?"
The man said nothing, working effectively and gave me all the requested items. The kunai were in a small pouch that looked to be of a cheap quality. The shuriken pouch was a bit bigger and would fit on my hip. The wire and scrolls were given to me in a bag.
"Your total is 1,000 Ryo." I smiled, yup, money was way more important than kunai. Because it would probably get you even more kunai.
I gave the man the correct amount and walked out of the store with the shuriken and kunai all in the same cover. I walked into an alley and quickly put the entire bag in my inventory.
I stopped my the library on my home that night to tell Me that I was going to be published, she was so excited for me and warned me to make sure the fame and money didn't go to my head. Which I'm sure it won't. Kind off.
I went home that night and did the usual, cook and clean up. I waited till Naruto fell asleep and this time instead of just working on my kanji, I used my chakra threads to handle to open, thereby improving on that skill in particular.
By morning it had leveled up once;
Chakara thread, Lv- 6 (30%) A concentrated thread of chakra that can be attached to manipulate certain objects.
CP cost- 5 CP per minute per 1 feet Max length- 16 feet I didn't really do anything else the next day, just played with Naruto, since the boy was starting to feel left out. I wanted to show him he cool new tools I got, but I figured he would start asking questions I couldn't answer so I decided to abstain from that action.
That night Baroma came around and we looked over his contract for me. It was pretty simple, he would publish everything I wrote, if he deemed it good enough. His company would take care of advertising and distribution, but in return I would have to depart with 35% of the money I made from the books, which doesn't include the price of printing which if the books didn't sell I would have leveled against me. The last part was a dick move and I told him so. He and I argued about that point for a while before he agreed to remove that clause entirely after I threatened to look for someone else to publish my work. Guess he really wanted the book.
We had to agree on a few other points, like the fact that he wanted me to work as a ghost author for some other asshole who was down on his luck but whose name was still held up in high regard.
Obviously I refused. The offer was tempting sure, if I became a ghost writer I would face no risk and a lot of money, but I didn't want that. I wanted my name on the cover of the book. I demanded it. And begrudgingly the man agreed to my demands.
In the end I did sign it, and he went home a happy man with the master copy of my book. I would have my name on the front cover, dark black letters on the cover with the hand drawn bat symbol I had illustrated as the cover.
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