Naruto: The Will of Fire (Rated M) Chapter 46 46: Jackpot

By sunset, the clones had vanished, leaving the house fully furnished. Naruto had passed out on the new living room rug, exhausted.

"Good work, buddy," I threw a blanket over him. "Dream of Ran."

I went upstairs to the master bedroom. It was ti for the finishing touches.

"Shadow Clone Jutsu."

I created five copies of myself.

"Alright," I told my clones. "Interior design ti. Make it look... cultured."

The clones nodded and got to work.

I walked to the window, looking out at the village. I saw the power lines stretching across the rooftops. I saw the satellite dish on a nearby building.

"Man," I muttered, leaning against the sill. "Kishimoto really phoned it in with the world-building, didn't he?"

I rubbed my chin.

"I an, look at this. We have refrigerators. We have electric lights. We have wireless radios."

I pointed at the distance.

"There's a movie theater in the capital. They make feature films! Princess Gale and all that. But when we need to send a ssage to the Sand Village? Do we use a phone? No. We tie a piece of paper to a bird leg and hope a hawk doesn't eat it."

I shook my head. "It's schizophrenia. High-tech, low-tech ss."

My mind wandered to the movies.

Yukie Fujikaze, I thought. The actress from the Land of Snow. She's definitely real in this tiline.

A wicked idea ford.

"The movie industry here is untapped potential," I mused. "Action movies are fine. But you know what Konoha really needs? Adult Cinema."

Imagine the sales. 'Kunoichi in Distress'. 'The Anbu's Secret Mission'. Starring... well, maybe I can convince Anko she needs extra cash.

"Hey, Boss!" a Clone shouted from the wall. "Where do you want the 'Beach Episode' poster?"

I turned around. The room was transforming.

It wasn't a traditional ninja room. It was a monunt to my System Gacha pulls.

"Put it over the bed," I ordered.

The wall was plastered with posters I had pulled as "Trash" items from the System Shop.

A poster of a bikini-clad model holding a giant shuriken.A pin-up of the Mizukage (i Terumi) looking sultry. (System Description: 'Artist's Rendition - 99% Accurate').A neon sign that just said "BONK".

On the shelf, I arranged my "collectibles."

A frantic-looking alarm clock (Doraemon world).A bottle of "Love Potion No. 9" (Harry Potter world).A statue of a Tentacle Monster (Don't ask).

"Perfect," I nodded, looking at the room. It slled of new furniture and bad decisions.

A Clone walked in holding a frad photo of the Hokage.

"Where does this go?"

"Trash," I said imdiately. "Replace it with the limited edition Icha Icha cover art."

"On it."

I flopped onto the king-sized bed. It had reinforced springs. I tested the bounce.

Squeak. Squeak.

"Sturdy," I grinned at the ceiling. "Maybe I should invite Akane to test this soday."

****

The moving chaos had settled. Naruto was snoring on the couch downstairs, dreaming of Ran. The clones had vanished. My new villa stood silent and proud under the moonlight.

But a good neighbor doesn't just isolate himself. A good neighbor establishes dominance... I an, connections.

I walked out onto my porch, holding a box of expensive tea cakes I had bought earlier.

"Let's see who lives next door," I muttered, looking at the house to my right. It was a modest, traditional place. Quiet. Too quiet.

I walked over to the wooden gate and rang the bell.

Ding-dong.

I waited.

No answer.

I sensed a presence inside. Sharp. Alert.

Ding-dong.

"I know you're in there," I called out cheerfully. "I have cake! And I'm not selling insurance!"

Footsteps approached. Light. Almost silent. If I didn't have [Observation Haki], I wouldn't have heard them.

The door cracked open.

"Who is it?" a cold, female voice asked.

"Your new neighbor," I flashed my best innocent-boy smile. "Kenji Sato. Just moved in next door. Thought I'd pay my respects."

The door opened fully.

And my jaw hit the floor.

Standing there was a woman with long, straight purple hair that cascaded down her back like a silk waterfall. Her eyes were sharp, dark, and dangerous.

But it wasn't her face that caught my attention.

Because she was at ho, off-duty, she wasn't wearing the standard, bulky flak jacket or the porcelain ANBU mask.

She was wearing a loose, thin gray tank top and short training shorts.

The tank top was... struggling. It clung to a figure that was clearly honed by years of rigorous physical training—toned arms, a flat stomach, and a chest that defied the laws of ninja stealth. She was sweaty, glistening slightly as if she had just finished a workout.

[Passive Skill: Anatomy Scan - Active]

[Target: Yugao Uzuki (Codena: Xiyan/Yugao)]

[Rank: ANBU Captain (Kenjutsu Specialist).]

[Status: Off-Duty / Sweaty / Dangerous.]

[asurents: B88 (Perfect) - W58 - H88.]

Jackpot.