CH 187

Aoba followed behind Eaton to his office.

Eaton came behind the desk.

He quickly took out the book Aoba had just returned to him and carefully checked it.

Although he knew that Aoba would not cause any problems, he could not help but want to check it so it could make him feel at ease.

Eaton did a simple check.

He was sure that there were no problems.

It was very well-protected!

It was still his favorite hidden item!

Then.

Eaton placed the book back into the bookshelf behind him and put it on the rightmost side, where it was formerly located.

Then.

Eaton turned his head.

He stared at Aoba with a meaningful smile and raised his hand.

"Aoba, sit down, and let's talk."

Eaton's voice was very gentle. After he said this, he took the lead to sit on the chair behind the desk and stare at Aoba.

"Okay."

Aoba nodded and sat down directly. He did not say anything and waited for Eaton to speak first.

"Aoba, after reading this book, do you have any thoughts?" Eaton immediately asked. It was like two book friends discussing their feelings after reading. He finally found a soulmate and wanted to discuss the plot together.

Aoba was stunned for a moment.

He didn't expect Eaton to ask such a question.

He was really a bit confused.

Good fellow!

The plot of this book...

Should it be brought to the table for discussion?

"This..."

"Mm..."

"How should I put it..."

Aoba pinched his chin with his right hand.

He was organizing words in his head. He still remembered the plot of this book, and the story was very simple. More than that, it was a detailed description, very, very detailed.

But...

This thing...

How to discuss it!

"Brother Eaton, I think this book is well written, but there is still a little problem. It still has room for a better plot and rhythm!" Aoba said seriously.

"What?!"

Eaton's face suddenly changed. The smile on his face had disappeared. He frowned slightly and stared at Aoba, sitting opposite the desk. He didn't know how to complain in his heart.

If it were someone else who said this.

He would have lost his temper.

In his heart, this book was regarded as a divine work.

There was no room for criticism at all!

Sometimes, people were like this.

When they asked you how it was and asked for your opinion, what they wanted to hear was usually a positive compliment, not a criticism pointing out the problem.

That would be ear-piercing!

In Eaton's ears, Aoba's voice was extremely ear-piercing!

He really didn't like hearing it!

It was just...

The person who said this was Aoba.

This made Eaton very conflicted. He was still clear that he could not offend Tsunade-sama's disciple because of a book.

This was the person he had been trying to curry favor with for a long time!

Instantly.

Eaton steadied his breathing and tried to relax as much as possible to calm down and not argue with Aoba.

However.

Just as Eaton was about to change the topic.

Aoba said something that confused Eaton and almost broke his defense even more.

"I think if I write it, it will look better than Jiraiya-sama!"

Aoba blinked and stared at Eaton with a faint smile in his eyes.

He deliberately said this.

Of course.

His words were to continue to establish some connections with Eaton on certain topics.

"You can write?!"

"You can write novels?!"

"No..."

"Aoba!"

"I have to tell you about this!"

"Writing novels is not as simple as it seems. Sometimes, when you read books, you would find out that you have read them all..."

"But if you write, it will take a lot of time to search for information, arrange the plot, design characters, etc."

"You probably don't even know how many places and materials Jiraiya-sama has gone to for this book!"

For a moment.

Eaton couldn't help but say.

It wasn't that he was trying to attack Aoba, but after hearing Aoba's words, he had a very strange feeling.

It seems...

Aoba did not have a clearer understanding of himself.

"Hehehe..."

The corners of Aoba's mouth curled up slightly, his face revealing a strange expression. He stared at Eaton and slowly said, "Brother Eaton, how about this? I'll write a novel and let you see if I write it well."

Aoba was a well-read person. Even if he couldn't perfectly write out all the details from the forum novels he had seen before, he still remembered the general plot and feelings.

At least in terms of experience.

How could a modern standard otaku using the internet lose to a person who needed to peep everywhere to collect materials!

In this regard.

Aoba was very confident!

To him, this was not him fighting alone, but he was standing on the experience summarized by countless ancestors!

He was writing on the shoulder of the giant!

"Sure!"

Eaton immediately nodded and stared at Aoba with a smile that was not a smile.

"I am looking forward to it!"

"If your writing is better than Jiraiya-sama..."

"It's better to publish it!"

"This may be a new path for you!"

When Eaton said this, he actually did not think so in his heart. He just said this, and he did not believe that Aoba had the material to write a book.

"Okay!" Aoba nodded. He was already thinking about what kind of story he would bring next time he came back.

...

Just before Aoba returned to Konohagakure Intelligence Division.

Aoba's two advanced paper clones arrived at the door of the ninja-tool store.

The first advanced paper clone directly transformed into Minato.

Then.

Aoba walked in with the image of Minato.

"Boss!"

Aoba greeted the store owner and walked in directly. He just stood at the door and did not move.

This was the first time he tried to become someone with who he did not read his memories.

He did not understand many of Minato's habits.

Therefore, he didn't dare to act rashly.

"Minato, why are you here? Your batch of custom-made Kunai has already been ordered and hasn't arrived yet." When the store owner saw Minato, he smiled and said.

"I see. I was just checking. Then I will come again next time!"

When Aoba heard these words, he immediately turned around and left the store.

Good fellow.

Minato had been here before.

If he forcefully bought it with Minato's identity, he would be exposed.

Suddenly.

Aoba ignored Minato and turned to leave.

"Still in such a hurry!"

The store owner watched as Minato walked out. Just half a month ago, he received a list. It was a batch of special Kunai that Minato had custom-made. The kind that could be used with paper tags and had to have three-pointed blades.

This batch of orders had already been sent to the Country of Iron to be processed.

It was not ready yet!

...

When Aoba's advanced paper clone left the store, he had already realized that Minato's custom-made Flying Thunder God Kunai was ordered here.

He understood that he couldn't do things recklessly as Minato.

A little carelessness.

It could be discovered.

In this way, he could only change to another person.

Fortunately, Aoba had read enough memories, and there was enough in his consciousness.

Suddenly.

The paper on Aoba's advanced paper clone flew up and turned into other things in an instant. His whole body directly changed into another appearance.

This was an ordinary Genin in the village.

His name was Tomoki.

He didn't have much fame in the village. He belonged to the type that hadn't developed much since graduation from the Ninja School.

After a while.

Aoba walked back into the store with Tomoki's appearance.

"Hello, boss!"

Aoba imitated Tomoki's voice. This person was someone he had read his memories of, but he didn't know him, and he didn't know where this person was at the moment.

Because of this.

Aoba still wanted to end the battle quickly.

He could not waste too much time.

Otherwise, meeting Tomoki himself would be a very bad thing for him.

"Do you want to buy anything?" The store owner had seen Tomoki before. This was not a strange face, but it was definitely not as familiar as Minato.

"I want to buy blank paper tags!" Aoba imitated Tomoki's voice.

"???"

A bunch of question marks appeared in the store owner's head.

What was going on?

Were there any well-respected ninjas in the village who would start paper tags drawing course?

Why was there another person who came to buy blank paper tags?

"How many do you want to buy?" The store owner asked, suppressing the curiosity in his heart.

"I want 50!" Aoba said. He didn't care if the store owner was curious about this person. Anyway, after buying it this time, Aoba would not appear in this identity again.

Of course.

Nor will he appear in his own identity.

If so, it will be suspected over time.

"50?"

The store owner widened his eyes in disbelief. He could not believe what the young man in front of him had said.

Heavens!

This was too exaggerated!

A few days ago, a young man bought 100!

Now, another young man said that he wanted to buy 50 pieces!

What are you doing?

Did you come here to buy all my stocks?

The store owner had many things to say in his heart, but he did not know where to start. His heart was full of distress and helplessness.

"Yes, I want to buy 50. This is my money. Please hurry up; I'm in a hurry!"

Aoba took out a small money bag. This money bag was bulging and filled with money. Then, he placed it on the table.

"Okay... okay..."

The store owner originally wanted to say something, but when he saw that the money had already been brought over, he helplessly took out two boxes of blank paper tags. He also took out 10 blank papers tags from another box and left them behind. He handed the remaining half-filled box and the other two boxes to Aoba.

"Thank you, boss!"

Aoba took the three boxes of paper tags and turned to leave. He seemed to be in a hurry and had no intention of staying.

"Strange."

The store owner put away the money bag on the table. He felt that something was strange in his heart, but he could not tell what was wrong. He could only shake his head helplessly.

About ten minutes later.

Another figure walked into the store.

This person was wearing a black windbreaker and a hat. From the looks of it, it was Konohagakure Intelligence Division's Captain, Morino Eaton.

"Eaton-sama!"

When the store owner saw Eaton, his eyes widened, and even his breathing quickened.

"Why are you here?"

The store owner greeted Aoba, and his eyes were fixed on Aoba.

Of course.

In the eyes of the store owner.

This person was not Aoba but Eaton.

"What is it?"

Aoba imitated Eaton's voice and stared at the store owner in front of him through the sunglasses. He said, "Am I not welcome here?"

"Of course not!" The store owner shakes his head. He did not dare to offend Eaton.

"I will give you another 30 explosive tags!"

Aoba did not waste any more time with the boss. He still had a lot of things to do. He could not waste too much time on this kind of thing. The more people saw him, the more troublesome it was.

It was all about a matter of time for things like buying blank paper tags and selling the explosive tags.

Aoba had his own plans in mind.

Purchasing blank paper tags could be a variety of different people. That way, even if they did not return to sell, they could be considered to have failed in drawing and would not attract too much attention.

After all, many blank paper tags were sold every day in the ninja-tool store.

However, there were not many people who could sell explosive tags.

In Konohagakure, he was confident that only a handful of people could make explosive tags.

If Aoba rashly stepped into this circle with his identity, he would definitely be remembered by many 'peers'.

In this way, it would be best for Eaton to appear.

In itself, Eaton has the identity of Konohagakure Intelligence Division Captain. This had a very strong deterrent effect on the store owner, making the latter not dare to make a sound at all, and even more so, not daring to make a doubt.

"30!"

The store owner widened his eyes, and many words that he wanted to say appeared in his heart again.

"Don't you want it?"

Aoba imitated Eaton's serious tone and slightly lowered his eyes, showing a very terrifying feeling.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Whoever doesn't want it? Eaton-sama, I want it all!"

The store owner nodded repeatedly. He felt that these days were more bizarre than any other time.

But he doesn't know why.

"Eaton-sama, according to our previous agreement, 2,500 Ryo for one of your explosive tags. Thirty of them is... 75,000 Ryo!"

After a simple calculation, the store owner immediately took out seven stacks of banknotes from under the counter.

The last time "Eaton" came, he did not have any banknotes in his hands. After that time, he specially exchanged some for Eaton.

After all, he could not give Eaton so many coins every time.

"Here are 30 explosive tags."

Aoba handed the explosive tags to the store owner, took the seven stacks of banknotes, then put them in his bosom and left.

Just as Aoba walked to the door.

His footsteps suddenly stopped.

"You can't tell anyone that I have been here to sell explosive tags; otherwise..." There was a hint of threat in Aoba's tone. He did not speak too clearly. These unclear words made it easier for people to imagine something in their minds.

"I understand! I understand! I understand!" The store owner nodded repeatedly. He knew very well that these explosive tags were definitely not drawn by Eaton. They should have been taken from the prisoners. They should not have been in his pocket, but he did not dare to say these words.

The store owner watched Eaton leave. Only after the latter left did he heave a sigh of relief.

"Has Eaton-sama been interrogating some local tycoon recently?"

The store owner couldn't help but complain to himself, and then his neck shrank.

He knew very well that it would be fine if he muttered these words to himself.

He definitely couldn't say it easily.

...

Konohagakure Intelligence Division, Morino Eaton Office.

Aoba smiled at Eaton, then slowly said, "Brother Eaton, when I write the book that my inspiration came up with, I will show it to you."

"Aren't you going to borrow a book and take it back to read?" Eaton stared at Aoba seriously and added, "In addition to Icha Icha Paradise, I have also collected many good books!"

"I don't want to read anymore. They are not as good as me. When I finish writing, I will bring them over for you!" Aoba waved his hand and stood up, "Brother Eaton, I'm going to work. I also need to think about the plot."

"Then I won't send you off!"

Eaton felt that Aoba was very good in every aspect and was usually very low-key. However, for some reason, when he mentioned writing books, he suddenly felt inexplicably confident.

This made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He didn't think that Aoba was arrogant.

He just felt that Aoba had tarnished the classic in his heart.

"I look forward to your work!"

Eaton stared at Aoba's back as he left. The expectation he spoke of was not really expectation. What he wanted to express was that he wanted to see what Aoba would look like after he took out his work.

"Okay!"

After Aoba finished speaking, he left the office and disappeared into the dark corridor.

...

At this moment.

Outside Konohagakure.

At the sentry post.

Two ninjas on duty were standing on the wooden platform. One of them was yawning while the other was patrolling around with a binocular.

Suddenly.

The Ninja with a binocular suddenly became nervous.

"Someone is coming!"

"A lot of people!"

"The preliminary estimation is more than 30 people!"

"Judging from their clothes and the symbol on the forehead protector..."

"They are Kumogakure Ninjas!"

Speaking of this,

This ninja puts down his binoculars and alerts the ninja next to him

"Go and report to Third Hokage-sama!"

The Ninja with the binoculars shouted loudly with a voice filled with strong urgency.

"Kumogakure's envoy is here!"