A/n: I tried a new way/Formate.
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After receiving the mission, the first place he visited was Konoha Shipwrighters. It is one of the best sellers of first-class ships in the Land of Fire, with no competition for how great the work is.
As Ryujin ventured into the bustling shipyard, the air crackled with anticipation. His negotiation skills, honed through careful study and observation, served him well as he navigated the intricacies of the transaction.
Ryujin: One and a half million for two, one medium and one large, along with a storage scroll for the large one.
Shop owner: The best I can do is two million Ryo. Take or leave.
The shop owner, impressed by his confidence and poise, acquiesced to his demands, struck by the young ninja's shrewdness.
Ryujin: Fine, deal.
Shop owner: What's your age, kid?
Despite the shop owner's curiosity about his age, Ryujin remained elusive, refusing to divulge personal details.
The prospect of employment offered by the shop owner lingered in the air, a tempting proposition for the skilled negotiator. But Ryujin, ever vigilant, chose to keep his options open, wary of entanglements that could compromise his mission.
Shop owner: Your negotiation skills are top-notch for a kid. What do you think will work for me? 600K per month?
The old man was still persistent; the unknown young boy had potential that even his son lacked. Not wanting to let the opportunity go to waste, he still insisted.
Ryujin: I will think about it and let you know for now. Anyway, here is the payment.
With the transaction complete, Ryujin departed the shipyard, his mind already shifting to the next step in their journey. The old man, left to ponder the encounter, marveled at the young ninja's prowess, recognizing a rare talent in the making.
As Ryujin's plans began to take shape, the wheels of destiny turned inexorably onward, propelling him towards a future fraught with danger and uncertainty. But with determination burning brightly in his heart, he faced the challenges ahead with unwavering resolve, ready to confront whatever trials fate had in store.
Ryujin POV
Reaching my house after the deal, I felt a sense of accomplishment tinged with weariness. The weight of the day's endeavors hung heavy on my shoulders, but the satisfaction of a job well done buoyed my spirits nonetheless.
"That was tough," I muttered to myself, the words escaping in a tired sigh as I leaned against the door, grateful for the familiar comfort of home. The main preparations were complete, and though the mission loomed ahead, at least the major hurdles had been cleared.
As I reached for the door lock, a jolt of surprise shot through me. The lock was open, the door ajar, and familiar chakra signatures danced in the air, alerting me to the presence of unwelcome intruders.
"What is the meaning of all this?" The words slipped out before I could stop them, sharp and biting, fueled by a surge of irritation at the intrusion.
My first sighting was of Unohana, who is a voluptuous and very youthful woman with blue eyes and black hair. She wears the standard Anbu captain uniform, apart from using an obi instead of the normal sash, which hides her well-endowed bosom. Her hair is long and is always worn as a large braid down the front of her body.
She is one of my four current instructors, unfazed by my outburst, venturing a question, their tone oblivious to the brewing storm within me. I gritted my teeth, frustration simmering beneath the surface as I struggled to contain my rising anger.
"Why would we need your permission? Lord Danzo ordered us to live here until you become stronger and more mature," Youruchi replied matter-of-factly, their words only serving to stoke the flames of my irritation.
She teaches me taijutsu-related specialties. She has an hourglass figure yet is athletically strong and a well-endowed woman of average height. She has dark skin, golden irises, and black hair. Her hair is waist-length and kept in a ponytail with chin-length bangs framing the sides of her face.
"Is that so?" I retorted, my voice laced with sarcasm. The pieces of the puzzle fell into place, revealing the true extent of Danzo's control over my life. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but begrudging acceptance washed over me as I resigned myself to the situation.
Rangaku, perhaps sensing my internal struggle, removed her mask without hesitation as she was the only one wearing it. She has long and wavy blond hair, blue eyes, full lips, and a beauty mark located under the right side of her mouth. She also had a curvaceous figure; her most distinctive trait is her very large breasts.
She loves to wear loose robes just to flaunt her ample bosom. Her presence is a stark contrast to the rigid conformity of the Anbu, as she is a very clumsy and lazy person if she is not doing any missions.
Her specialty was medical nin-jutsu.
"Wear your damn clothes, you lewd pervert!!" Tier interjected, her words a sharp rebuke aimed at her comrade. I rolled my eyes at the absurdity of the situation, frustration bubbling to the surface once more.
The last one to yell was Tier; she is the tallest and most curvaceous with a well-endowed frame among them. She has olive skin, aqua green eyes, thick eyelashes, and short golden blonde hair. She wears a variation of the Anbu jacket with a high collar, which covers the lower part of her face downward while baring a good portion of the lower half of her large breasts.
"All of you, shut the hell up!" I snapped, my patience wearing thin. The Anbu's nodded in silent acquiescence, their compliance a welcome relief amidst the chaos of the moment.
All of which were neither discussed nor negotiated; moreover, due to my fatigue, I was frustrated, which led to my outburst.
"NO Fuck'in Fighting and yelling," I began, only to be interrupted by Yoruichi, who revealed they had packed my belongings as well. The revelation was met with an exasperated curse, my frustration reaching its peak as I struggled to come to terms with the invasion of my privacy.
With a resigned sigh, I begrudgingly accepted the presence of the Anbu instructor in my home, though not without a final, muttered curse directed at Danzo and the sacrifices demanded by his cause.
Soon I cooled myself down, and I informed them of the condition of the house. If they want to live, they have no other choice than to comply due to my ultimatum of leaving the horse, which might put them in a bad light in Danzo books, which no one wants.
I proceeded to follow my usual routine, which was to bathe, eat, study, and, at last, sleep.
Passing them further instructions to do the laundry, house cleaning, and dish; the regular responsibility, which they, with some slight annoyance, agreed to thanks to Unohana and Tier's mature nature, unlike Yoruichi and Rankigu, who always complain about minimum work.
Just like that, the day peacefully ended; perhaps that is what I thought.
"Really, why the hell do you all don't compromise? You are supposed to be Shinobi, not some egoist, naive children who don't listen to their parents!" I protested with a frown on my face.
Due to the lack of beds, we all ended up sleeping together, as my only bed had a capacity of 6 and I didn't have the energy to waste on them.
Even if I had, I doubt they would like to listen in the first place.