The Fuuinjutsu Department was a decent sized building of nondescript nature. No matter how hard he looked at it, Naruto's eyes seemed to slide off of the building and to the street beside it. The seal was a simple one, painted on the side of building. It's purpose was to prevent unwanted eyes from looking too closely or getting too curious. Walking to the door was severely disorienting, so much so that he felt like turning around and instead going to the Ninjutsu Department's massive library with Sasuke instead. But, gritting his teeth, he managed to make it to the seemingly innocent oaken doors and shove them open. At once his vision corrected itself, relief flooding his chest. He wasn't a fan of the nausea that particular environmental seal caused.

After their chat on the bridge, Kakashi had hopped down from the tree he'd been slouching in and suggested they follow up with the suggestions that had been thrown around. He'd even pulled Sakura aside and promised to introduce her to a friend of his.

Naruto had felt a brief flash of pity for the girl, knowing that she wouldn't have been smiling so widely had she known that the 'friend' Kakashi was talking about was Maito Gai, the green beast of Konoha. But she needed this, more than she knew. Hopefully, spending time with Team Gai would help pull the rest of her head out of her ass. She'd been doing so well up to now, actually seeming more determined and ready to improve herself. Hopefully this newfound motivation would stay and grow under Gai's teachings. ( And maybe she'd learn not to be so quick to judge a book by it's cover. )

After the quick chat with Kakashi, she'd waved goodbye to them and headed straight to the hospital with a bounce in her step, eager to sign up for an internship and get access to the basic medical books to begin her training. Sasuke, looking strangely lighter than he had upon first arriving, had decided to head to the Ninjutsu Department's library first. He'd even asked if Naruto wanted to come. Regretfully ( because Naruto very badly wanted to continue improving their relationships ) Naruto turned him down, because getting his hands on Fuuinjutsu material seemed more important than starting with Ninjutsu. Sasuke agreed apparently, because he'd accepted the reasoning with something akin to pride in his eyes. ( Like he was proud he'd found a semi-friend like Naruto who knew what to work at. )

With promises to meet up the next day and discover their chakra natures, they'd parted ways, Kakashi flickering away while the two boys walked. There was a lot Naruto wanted to get done, and the pressure of a time limit was suffocating. He could only hope everything would work out for the better.

"Can I help you?"

Naruto glanced up from the floor, shaking his head as though he was trying to remove the last of the nausea. The man who'd spoken was tall with broad shoulders, dark brown hair framing piercing blue eyes messily, like he'd rolled out of bed and forgotten to run a comb through it. Scarred and ink stained fingers tapped against the top of the reception style desk that looked like one you'd see at a hospital ( or the Hokage's office. ) A woman was behind it, half hidden by the raised portion of it and seemingly ignoring him and scribbling determinedly on something he couldn't see. She was thin and pale ( exceedingly so, like she'd never stepped outside ) with vibrant blue hair and eyes that looked like shiny silver coins. The room was quite barren and small aside from that, brightly light and all tile and stone. There was a hallway at the other end of the room, presumably leading off into the more interesting parts of the Fuuinjutsu department.

Squaring his shoulders, Naruto made sure to look directly into the man's eyes as he responded, knowing he had to be completely serious about this or there was no way he'd be let anywhere near this Department.

"Yes. Where do I sign up for an Internship here?" He eyed the way the woman behind the desk paused at her work, wondering if he'd be turned away just because of who he was. It wouldn't be an outrageous thought, as during this time everyone still hated him quite a bit. ( He didn't blame them, he hated himself too. )

"Look kid," the man sighed, eyes like brilliant shards of ice, observing the blonde with a skeptical look. "Fuuinjutsu isn't about fun and games. It's real serious business, and it requires a lot of time and effort to get good at it. You sure you have the patience for it?"

Ah, so the guy obviously had heard of Naruto's previous personality. No matter, the Jinchuuriki knew some 'magic words'.

"I know it isn't," lips twitched into a quick smile, warm azure meeting the wintry gaze with ease. "But I already know quite a bit, and I'm good at it. You of all people should know, I'm an Uzumaki. This is in my blood."

Now the woman was also looking at him, her eyes unnervingly reminding him of those of a dead fish. But she had a smile on her face, flickering her attention between him and the broad man beside her. The shinobi looked a little disgruntled, huffing and turning his head to meet her eyes before returning his full attention to Naruto.

"I knew something like this would eventually happen. You don't look like any Uzumaki I've ever heard of-but you've got the name, and it's not one that's given out unless you were born to it." The man sagged further against the desk, bulky frame relaxing minutely. "When I heard that your last name was-well, that it was Uzumaki of all things…"

Grinning brightly, Naruto huffed out a laugh, seeing what the man was dodging around. Yes, Naruto was a Jinchuuriki ( and blonde ), but he carried the name Uzumaki and to those who studied sealing, that meant something.

"The Sandaime told me who my mother was." he admits, not afraid to layer on a few more details to cement his position in this Department. "It's kinda classified, but I can assure you she was an Uzumaki through and through, red hair and all."

Chuckling, the man finally nodded. "Alright kid, let's see if sealing really is in your blood."

The man's name was Yoshitani Shintaro. He insisted Naruto call him Shin-senpai. Despite the frigid appearance of his eyes, the man was actually quite funny after he got over the initial shock of having Konoha's Jinchuuriki walk through the doors. The woman didn't come when Shintaro led Naruto into the hallway, but he was told that her name was Tsukiko and that she didn't talk all that much despite being very excitable. ( Shintaro's words, not his. )

At first there didn't appear to be any doors, just an long expanse of hallway, but then Shintaro bit into his thumb and pressed it against a slightly raised area on that wall that Naruto had almost missed. A seal appeared briefly before disappearing, leaving Naruto to stare at the doors that had revealed themselves. The first one appeared on the right, just a few steps ahead of them.

"That's one of the work rooms. Pretty basic stuff. Desks, chairs-a few materials. It's really just a think-tank area. The more important rooms are farther back." Shintaro kept walking after pausing in front of the door briefly, and Naruto didn't try and peek in, as a workroom was really worth seeing. ( He knew where it was now, there was no need to explore it. )

"This next room on your left is the Bomb Squad headquarters." the brunette actually walked up to this door and opened it, stepping aside so Naruto could peek in.

It also contained a reception-like desk, but there were some tables and chairs pushed to the left side of the room as well. It didn't look like much-until Shintaro explained that there were seals hiding a staircase that led down, to a library of bomb seals and a couple work stations.

"I'm not gonna show you what's down there, you don't have access yet. But that's generally where all information about any bomb seals are stored. It gets pretty hairy down there sometimes, since they're working with explosives 'n all."

Shutting the door and nudging Naruto with an elbow, Shintaro motioned to the next door on the left. "That's the Barrier Squad headquarters. Looks much the same, except their secret basement is much neater."

The next door was for General Sealing. After that it was a massive storage hold of sealing supplies, then another work station, a common room ( equipped with bathrooms ), a break down room ( for seals that were unknown and needed to be picked apart ), and last but not least-a massive library filled to the brim with sealing information.

Bingo. Naruto gazed at row upon row of sealing texts with obvious awe, a giddy sort of happiness he hadn't felt in a while bubbling his chest. The room smelled of aged paper and candle wax, all the shelves bearing fire resistant seals so that the candle flames were rendered insignificant. It truly was a beautiful place, tables ( looking startlingly untouched ) were placed just before the rows started, so one could read within the room if need be.

Strangely enough, there was a hollow ache of belonging deep in Naruto's chest, a feeling of wonderment that he couldn't shake. Never before had he felt so at home among books and scrolls of all things.

"Before we proceed with anything else, I gotta get you registered. Come on, you can drool over the books later, blondie." Shintaro grinned, revealing perfectly straight, white teeth that match his icy blue eyes a little too well.

"Right, where do we do that?" he questioned, pulling himself away from the temptation of all the sealing knowledge before him. Calm down, Naruto. You can wait a little longer.

"Eager, ain't you?" the older man laughed, tilting his head back in a way that almost looked threatening. ( How the man looked threatening of all things while genuinely laughing was appalling . ) "Back at the main room, Tsukiko probably has all the paperwork together all ready and waiting for ya."

Finally, Naruto thought. I'm getting somewhere.

But man did he hate the sound of Paperwork.

It took far too long, but finally Uzumaki Naruto was a registered name in the Fuuinjutsu Department. He liked to think that he would have joined at some point in his previous life, yet truthfully he couldn't be sure. Family seemed to mean a lot more to him now. He knew things about his clan, respected them and turned to their teachings. In his previous life he hadn't known. He'd been stupid ( he wasn't gonna sugar-coat it ). How could he miss the existence of the Uzumaki clan for so long? At least now he had the opportunity to actually be 'raised' on his clan teachings. More than anything he wanted to visit Uzushio. The amount of scrolls and seals that had been left behind-it was his right to collect them. Not just his right, it was his duty as any self-respecting Uzumaki to fix up his clan's village and protect its secrets. Bandits and ninja looking to steal Uzumaki secrets had likely found nothing, Naruto's clan was too good with seals for anything they didn't want to be found to be revealed.

He trusted the talent of his deceased clan members to keep the clan secrets safe for a little longer.

The walk home felt longer than usual. Weighed down by the decisions and knowledge he possessed, Naruto struggled to keep his mood up. He had a beginner's sealing book under one arm and a sealing scroll filled with ink and paper in his pocket. While he knew the information in the text, it wouldn't hurt to go over the basics and prove to Shintaro that he was ready for more. If anything he should be elated that he was moving forward and doing something productive. Yet he could literally feel himself wilting. The colors around him suddenly seemed less vibrant, the laughter of children on the streets became muffled. Thinking of sealing and moving forward-it was bringing back memories and feelings he'd been trying to bury. Over and over again he was getting depressed by the same thoughts.

He couldn't move past the fact that everyone he loved was gone. ( Yet not. )

This he knew. Many times he's had these same thoughts, especially during the Wave mission. They wouldn't leave him though, coming back every time just as painful as ever. Had he still had Ino-no, he couldn't think like that. Not anymore. Not when the very thought sent near-physical pain shooting through his chest.

He was suffering.

With his free hand Naruto rubbed at the bridge of his nose, mouth turned down in a pinched frown. There was a headache blooming behind his eyes. Depression wasn't unfamiliar. Connecting present events and thoughts with memories happened all the time. But it was painful and he found himself shying away from it.

The noises were too loud. There were too many people.

Konoha streets, for the most part, were wide. Yet to Naruto they were far too narrow, for a moment he was convinced the walls of the shops on either side of him were rubbing his elbows, and that the people walking were doubled-blurring-

"Naruto."

He blinked, chest heaving. What was that?

"Naruto, relax. You're having a panic attack."

Who was speaking? Blinking once more, his blurry vision finally cleared enough to make out exactly what was happening. He'd somehow ended up on the ground, dust and grit digging into his palms. Sweat dripped from his temple, the simple shirt and vest he wore suddenly feeling like far too many layers.

There was a hand just shy of his shoulder, hovering over his crouched form, the Konoha symbol flashing on metal. One eye peered at him with an unidentifiable emotion.

"K-K-" he swallowed, tongue like lead. What's happening? I know I can speak!

"Quiet, don't say anything yet. You need to calm down. Your chakra levels are going haywire-it's startling the citizens." Kakashi whispered, voice low to avoid the nosy hearing of the wary Konoha citizens. They were paused in their steps, eyeing his in various shades of fear and disgust.

Naruto nodded shakily, on the verge of choking on his own closing throat. From the corner of his eye he spots his book, and raises a trembling hand to it. When was the last time he'd trembled? Never. Unless he was cold-yet he wasn't, he felt too hot if anything.

Another hand-Kakashi's-plucked the book from the ground. The man barely spared a glance at it, too concerned with the mess of blonde on the street. While Kakashi would like nothing more than to pluck the kid right up and tote him away from the public eye, he was worried about how Naruto would react to sudden movements or being touched.

After a few seconds, Naruto turned his eyes to Kakashi once more, blue eyes impossibly huge and terrifying.

He had no idea why he would react so seriously to thoughts of all things. All his life he'd fought any obstacles in his way, beaten them down until they were no longer a worry. But he couldn't fight this. No matter what he did the emotions lingered like poison in the back of his head and his own body turned against him.

Crumbling like a fool, right in the middle of the street no less. Humiliation burned through him, his breath picking up once more. The list of enemies he'd faced and defeated was long and impressive, yet he fell to his knees-for what? What was happening to him?

At this moment, Kakashi had decided enough was enough. Naruto wasn't recovering from his attack, in fact it seemed to be picking up again. This was no place to break down, with the judging eyes of Konoha on him. It was probably only making it worse. So Kakashi risked any backlash by picking Naruto up right off the ground.

At the movement, Naruto started, mouth dropping in soundless surprise. His cerulean eyes had turned glassy, like he wasn't here. Wasn't seeing what he should.

Instead he was locked in a memory. In the feeling of his father's embrace and the smiles of his friends-

I fainted.

Staring at the familiar white-wash ceiling of his bedroom, Naruto narrowed his eyes in anger. I fainted over something like that! Sitting up in bed, he kicked his legs up and over the edge, sliding down to the floor. His shoes had been removed, meaning someone had taken them off out of courtesy before placing him on his sheets. Who brought me here?

Any memory he'd possessed during the 'event' was gone. But someone was still here. A flare of chakra led Naruto to his kitchen, where Kakashi was rummaging through his cupboards.

"You don't have much food here, do you?" the man inquired, not turning toward the 'boy'.

Naruto blinked, "No. Can't afford much anyway."

That got the Copy-Nin's attention. The treatment of Konoha's jinchuuriki wasn't the best, everyone knew that. But he hadn't realized it was that bad. Ceasing in his rummaging, Kakashi heaved a sigh and turned to his student, suddenly feeling a lot older than he was.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?"

"I don't even know what happened!" Naruto snapped, blue eyes furious. It was a moment before Kakashi realized that Naruto was mad at himself, not his sensei.

"You had a panic attack." Kakashi explained, voice patient. It was more serious than Naruto realized. If his student was so stressed and anxious enough to kick-start a panic attack, then there was something wrong. The mission from Wave was definitely stressful, especially for green genin. But that didn't seem to be it, Naruto had handled every situation with ease.

Then again, what did Kakashi know?

Something was affecting Naruto's mental health. Generally that meant a trip to the Yamanaka's for a psych evaluation. Surprise panic attacks could affect Naruto's ability to actively perform his shinobi duties.

"Do you need to talk to someone?" he asked, a bit wary. Kakashi wasn't good with emotions, or talking about something as serious as this. You never knew how people could react and just couldn't deal with that.

A panic attack. He'd felt like he was dying! Talking about it wouldn't do any good. There wasn't much Naruto could say without being seen as crazy, or worse-they'd believe him and use him for knowledge. He dreaded to think about what Danzo might do if he knew Naruto was from the future.

"Listen…" Kakashi spoke up, drawing Naruto's attention to him. "This could just be a one time thing, but it could also be something worse. You need to-"

"No!" Naruto interrupted, eyes wide. "I'm not crazy! I don't need help!"

Kakashi held up his hands in a placating gesture, eye curving into his signature smiling expression. "I'm not saying you are," he began, voice steady. "But panic attacks have a habit of being recurring, and if you don't get it treated then-what if you have one in the middle of a battle? Naruto, this is serious."

It was definitely serious. Breathing deeply, Naruto rubbed the bridge of his nose again. He needed to get stronger, more than anything. Protecting his friends and family was all he wanted to do, he couldn't die in the middle of some under-classed battle because he'd had a panic attack. What if this was recurring? Why did everything have to be so much harder than it should be?

Analyzing his situation, it wouldn't be a surprise if he was suffering mentally due to his experiences. Years of war and bloodshed-PTSD was common in ninja from the third shinobi war, Kakashi himself had once admitted to Naruto that he suffered from it ( only after they'd taken to sharing tents and Naruto had been woken by one too many of Kakashi's nightmares ).

To explain all this to a Yamanaka in this time period though? Not possible. If they delved too deep it would become obvious that he's not exactly the Naruto they knew.

"Fine." he hears himself saying. They wouldn't let a Yamanaka too far into his head anyway, not with Kurama inside. The questions he could handle. Lying was second nature, so was giving half-truths. He could do half-truths. "I don't….want it to happen again."

He didn't. The panic attack was scary. And dangerous. Kakashi was right in saying he could become a liability if he had another attack during a mission.

"Don't tell Sasuke and Sakura….please." he adds, gaze sliding to the ground. There's too much on his plate already, he doesn't want to be treated any differently by his teammates.

( He's also mortified at his own weakness, because this is one he can't really fix. )

"I won't. That's for you to do, Naruto." Kakashi chided, kneeling down to Naruto's level so that the boy would know he's serious. "Just this morning you were talking with them about sharing your strengths and weaknesses, don't you think it's a bit hypocritical to keep this from them?"

Kakashi has a point, as much as Naruto would rather not admit it. Every member of Team Seven had psychological problems. Unfortunately, unless the 'problems' got serious enough to hurt your mission capabilities, they weren't really worth mentioning or looking into.

It wasn't healthy. Might be something to bring up to Sakura. Naruto pondered. She might be able to push for better mental health care one day.

"I get it, sensei. But I want to know exactly what's wrong first before I tell anyone." is the reply he settles on. In other words, if the Yamanaka says it's a one time thing, there isn't really a need to bring it up. But if he's told he's vulnerable to panic attacks, it's something worth mentioning.

There's a sinking feeling in his gut, telling him he might already know the answer.

( It's not the one he wants. )

Kakashi leaves an hour later, after agreeing that Kakashi would set up an appointment for every member of Team Seven. When Naruto brought it up, Kakashi had hemmed and hawed before finally agreeing. A group session might be advantageous in the long run. As it was, Team Seven had technically been subjected to a high stress mission and death, something that could require a visit to a Yamanaka normally depending on the situation. First kills were hard to deal with.

Once the man had left, Naruto paced around his apartment. The sealing text he'd been carrying was on his kitchen table, along with his weapon's pouches. They'd been removed before he'd been placed on his bed. Luckily, the book was still in top shape, despite being dropped into the dusty streets of one of Konoha's busiest streets. After peering around the inside of it, he located a basic protection seal that helped with wear and tear. Incredibly useful for preserving books.

His hand itched to get practicing on some seals, but his stomach reminded him of more pressing matters. Food. As Kakashi had said, there was a lack of anything edible within Naruto's apartment. That meant he'd have to go grocery shopping. Sighing, Naruto laid his head down on the table, not looking forward to going out once more, especially after his 'episode'.

Straightening with a pained look on his face, Naruto brushed a stray hair out of his face before slipping into his bedroom. Gama-chan lay innocently in his dresser drawer. Peering at it, he could already tell he was a bit stretched for cash, and he hadn't even opened the frog wallet yet. Plucking it out of the drawer, he snapped it open and counted what he had. A little over 1,600 ryo. It wasn't much, but he could probably get enough groceries to last for a bit.

The pay-check from the Wave Mission would come in by the end of the week, and seeing as it was an A-Rank, That meant some serious cash. A Ranks went for 150,000 - 1,000,000 ryo*, depending on mission parameters. Seeing as Team Seven faced an S-Class shinobi and freed an entire country from a tyrant, it was most definitely on the high end. Even split between four people Naruto would likely get over 200,000 ryo*. Konoha would probably fork out the cash for them, because the people from Wave couldn't yet afford to pay. It was unfortunate, but at the moment they owed quite a bit of money. Oh well, they'd recover soon enough with Gato gone, and with the Great Naruto Bridge trade would be booming.

With the money he currently had though, there's no way he'd be able to afford enough food to last a couple days as himself. That was easy enough to fix with a henge. He went for nondescript. A face that was common enough for people to forget. Brown hair, brown eyes, dull appearance. Not to say people with that coloring were dull. Tenten was very pretty. But pretty wasn't what he was going for, that could draw attention.

Once the henge was securely in place, Naruto tucked Gama-chan into his pocket and made his way outside. He only paused for a moment in his doorway before steeling his nerves and hopping out over the railing. He landed silently in the street, and the civilians milling around didn't bat an eyelash. It was getting late, the sun at the edge of the sky, warm orange settling over the now-shadowed streets. Evenings were his favorite, everything looked much prettier in this lighting, and the atmosphere always seemed so calm.

Watching the sunset was one of his favorite activities to do-had been for years now. Yet now there weren't any comrades pressed to his sides. ( There wasn't a head of orange-tinted silver- )

Huffing and kicking at a rock by his feet, Naruto tried to shove the memory down as he walked. Remembering only seemed to hurt him, that he already knew.

I wonder if Kakashi would watch the sunset with me once more?

It was a silly thought.

Matatama's was the closest grocery store to Naruto's house,and it was the one he'd once stopped at regularly. This time was no different. As it was with the rest of the village, there was an intense feeling of deja-vu and nostalgia. He hadn't seen any of this in years. Yet here it was, looking just as he remembered. No one paid him any mind when he entered, and he was actually able to move around the store without any dirty looks or the fear of getting kicked out hanging over his head.

Keeping in mind the amount of money he had in Gama-chan, Naruto picked out some fruits, various noodles, a couple spices, and ( reluctantly ) a few vegetables. The total came to around 1,570 ryo*, leaving him with a measly 40 ryo* to his name. He might be able to afford a stick or two of dango, if he wanted any.

Loaded with grocery bags, Naruto made his way home. The sun had set while he was shopping, and now the sky was deep purple and blue. The stars looked ridiculously bright during this time period. It wasn't like they had changed-it's just he found himself able to appreciate them far more now. When was the last time he'd seen something so breathtaking? He'd been looking at the ground so long he'd forgotten exactly how the stars looked. The moon had repulsed him for years, the very fact that it was a husk of the ten tails made him sick. Now though, no one feared what the moon may bring, and he wanted to keep it that way.

The walk home was much shorter this time, and he didn't collapse or panic. Instead he was lulled into calmness by the ever-present sound of open-late shops and crickets. He could almost forget about the fact that he only had a little more than 4 months to pull his team together.

Let's not think about that now. he grimaced, briefly tightening his hold on his groceries as he jumped up to the railing. Stairs were for slow-pokes.

At his door, Naruto set his groceries down and dropped the henge. Fishing his keys out from his pocket, he unlocked the rickety door and shoved it open. The groceries he'd placed on the ground were picked up once again and he kicked the door closed with his foot. Once he'd put the bags on the kitchen table he turned right around and made sure to lock the door. The level of safety the simple lock provided was meager, and he couldn't wait to start slapping seals around the place. With seals, even a dump like this apartment could be a fortress.

It would be suspicious for him to have safety seals up right now. He'd have to wait a bit and power his way through the sealing texts. Fortunately he could use the excuse of him being an Uzumaki if anyone wondered how he was picking it up so fast.

Right. Just gotta fake it 'til I reach my level. he nodded to himself, dreading the work but looking forward to getting his hands on more advanced texts. Every moment mattered.

He wondered what Sasuke and Sakura had accomplished so far.

Probably not a lot. They're young. Then again, so was he. Technically. Hopefully they'd taken up an internship at the suggested departments and gotten registered.

Wandering back over to his kitchen table, Naruto began putting away his groceries, a look of concentration on his face. There was so much to do-yet Naruto found himself excited for the next day.

Akemi Uchiha-Hatake: So, the Bomb corps are part of the Sealing Department. What they focus on is explosives and blast devices. They're responsible for the production and distribution of exploding tags, flash bangs, and smoke bombs/screens. They're also equipped to deal with explosive/fire damage. Fire resistant seals, structural stability seals, etc. The Poison Corps is a branch of the Medical Department that focuses on the use of herbs ( medicinal or otherwise ) that can be used in an offensive way. They create, distribute, and collect poisons. They're also responsible for the identification of new poisons. While all Medic-Nin are required to have knowledge of poisons, joining the Poison Corps means you're specializing in the use of poisons. You also do not have to be a Medic-Nin to join as there are many Shinobi who use poisons, though some just buy it to coat their weapons with. As for your question about a Seduction Corps, it's actually a branch of the Infiltration Corps under the Espionage Department. The Espionage Department teaches trapping and sabotage, which is incredibly extensive. It also provides basic infiltration knowledge, but to specialize you enter the Infiltration Corps. In the Infiltration Corps you learn how to assimilate yourself into environments, create multiple personas, gather information, and yes Seduction. It's reasonable to think that Seduction might need its own Corps, but ultimately, it's just another form of infiltration. Not everyone has in the Infiltration Corps has to learn seduction. If a shinobi/kunoichi is interested in specializing in seduction, the area is very extensive. The Espionage Department is actually one of the largest Departments, and the Infiltration Corps is one of the more massive and varied Corps offered. It's kinda broken in cliques? If that makes sense? Inside the Corps there are the Seduction kids and the Spy kids and the Undercover kids, etc.

* 150,000 - 1,000,000 ryo = $13,305.45 - $88,703.60

* 200,000 ryo = $17740.72

* 1,570 ryo = $139.26

* 40 ryo = $3.55