Naruto: The Ninja World's Life Buyer

Chapter 12 Ninja Beast Meat

After half an hour.

The air was filled with the smells of cosmetics and alcohol.

We've arrived at the red-light district.

But this is just the beginning.

Sosuke walked past the heavily made-up women soliciting customers and entered an alley next to a pawnshop with a sign that read "Daikokuya".

At the end of the alley was a rusty iron gate.

A blind man was squatting at the door.

He is playing the erhu.

The melody was mournful, like a funeral song.

Sosuke stopped in front of the blind man.

"I want to buy meat," Sosuke said.

"What kind of meat?" The blind man didn't stop playing with his bow. "Go to the morning market for pork, and the beef next door."

"Meat that doesn't fill you up."

This was the code the one-armed old man told him.

It refers to the meat of ninja beasts containing chakra.

The erhu music stopped.

The blind man raised his head, his gray eyes staring at Sosuke.

"Admission fee: five hundred taels."

It's really dark.

Sosuke took out the last of his money, counted out five hundred taels, and threw it into the broken bowl in front of the blind man.

Clang.

The iron gate opened a crack.

A complex aroma, a mixture of blood, spices, and the scent of wild beasts, wafted towards us.

Sosuke squeezed in sideways.

This is Konoha's underground black market.

Although it is not large in scale, it has all the necessary functions.

There are no shops here, only street stalls.

The stall owners all had their faces covered, didn't speak, and only used hand gestures.

Sosuke didn't look at the stalls selling illegal drugs or unknown scrolls.

He went straight to the butcher shop at the very back.

It was a stall with a huge beast head hanging on it.

Various oddly shaped pieces of meat were laid out on the cutting board.

Some were still pulsating slightly, while others emitted a faint glow.

"A bear's paw, three thousand taels."

"The liver of the fox, five thousand taels."

The stall owner was a butcher with a fierce face, holding a cleaver and cutting up a huge python.

It is the offspring of some kind of spirit beast, or a ferocious beast that has mutated in the wild.

Sosuke looked at the meat.

The fluctuation of chakra.

Even without activating his sensory ninjutsu, his body was still craving it.

That craving was like a drug addict seeing heroin.

"The cheapest," Sousuke asked. "What's the cheapest type of meat that can be used to extract chakra?"

The butcher glanced at him.

"It's in that bucket over there."

He pointed to a wooden bucket at his feet.

There were some dark red strips of meat soaking inside, which looked like scraps of some kind of offal.

"Scrap meat from a fire salamander. It's a bit poisonous, so it needs to be cooked for a long time. Five hundred taels per catty."

Five hundred taels.

Sosuke patted his pocket.

empty.

His entire fortune now wouldn't even buy a pound of scraps.

this is the truth.

Without money, you don't even have the right to eat garbage.

But Sosuke did not leave.

He stood there, looking at the bucket of meat.

He was waiting for the right opportunity.

People were coming and going around.

Nobody paid attention to this poor boy.

Sosuke put his hand into his wide sleeve.

The thought sank into my mind.

【generate】.

This time, it's not money.

He is producing gold.

But he did not generate any gold nuggets.

He generated a gold ring.

The design is very simple and ancient, with intricate patterns on it. These are totems from an ancient civilization that he had seen in a museum in his previous life.

To make it look more realistic.

He controlled the generated surface, creating tiny abrasions and scratches.

Antique finish.

This is not difficult for him, who can control the generation at will.

A few seconds later.

A gold ring, looking as if it had just been dug out of the ground and bearing the marks of time, appeared in his palm.

Sosuke left the butcher shop.

He wandered around the black market.

Finally, we stopped in front of a stall that specialized in buying antiques and stolen goods of unknown origin.

The stall owner was an old man wearing a monocle. He looked very refined, but his eyes were like a vulture's.

"Will you receive the goods?"

Sosuke placed the ring on the black cloth of the stall.

The old man picked up the ring.

First, he weighed it in his hand, then took out a magnifying glass and examined it carefully under the light.

"This pattern..." The old man frowned, "It doesn't look like something from the Land of Fire. Nor does it look like something from the Land of Wind."

"It was dug out from the border of the Land of Lightning," Sousuke casually made up. "It's probably a burial item from before the Warring States period."

The old man observed carefully for a while.

This cannot be faked.

The gold is real, and the craftsmanship and wear are also genuine.

If it were a modern imitation, it would be too fiery, but this ring gives people a sense of calm and steadiness.

"How much?" the old man asked.

"Fifty thousand taels," Sosuke demanded, making an exorbitant demand.

"Five thousand." The old man cut off a zero directly.

Thirty thousand.

"Eight thousand. That's the most I can go. This stuff is of dubious origin, and I have to take the risk."

"Fifteen thousand. If you don't sell, I'll melt it down and sell it for gold."

Sosuke pretended to take the ring back.

"Alright, alright, ten thousand." The old man pressed down on the ring. "Young man, don't be so hot-tempered. Ten thousand taels, in cash."

The old man counted out a stack of banknotes.

Sosuke took the money without hesitation and turned to leave.

A "fake antique" that cost zero was exchanged for ten thousand taels of silver.

This is the value of intellectual property rights.

This will also be one of his main sources of wealth in the future.

Selling "cultural relics" and "artworks" offers a higher premium and is safer than selling gold and silver directly.

Sosuke returned to the butcher shop.

Give me ten pounds of salamander meat.

He slammed five thousand taels onto the chopping board.

"Also, I want that snake gall bladder."

The butcher was stunned for a moment.

Was that poor guy from before actually a rich guy?

But he didn't ask.

In the black market, those who talk too much die quickly.

He deftly cut the meat, wrapped it in oil paper, and handed it to Sosuke.

"Salamander meat is considered 'heaty' in traditional Chinese medicine. Eating too much of it can cause nosebleeds, so don't blame me for not warning you."

Sosuke carried the heavy meat bun.

That's not just meat.

That is power.

It's chakra.

It is the foundation upon which he stands in this world.

It was almost dawn when he left the black market.

The eastern sky was beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

Sosuke returned to the shop.

Sosuke did not rest immediately.

He closed the doors and windows and poured the bag of salamander meat into a basin.

It has a very strong fishy smell.

It has a sulfurous smell.

These ninja beasts, which live in volcanic areas, possess muscles containing a ferocious fire-attribute chakra.

If not cooked long enough, eating it will likely cause intestinal perforation or heavy metal poisoning.

Sosuke cut off a piece of meat weighing half a pound.

No oil was added; it was simply thrown into the water to boil.

The water has boiled.

The meat turned grayish-white, and the broth had an eerie red hue.

Sosuke scooped up the meat, enduring the pungent smell of sulfur, and swallowed it in large gulps.

The meat is very spicy.

It's like chewing rubber.

And it's very spicy; going down your esophagus feels like swallowing a piece of burning coal.

"Well……"

Sosuke broke out in a cold sweat.

My stomach is having severe spasms.

That's the body's rejection reaction to foreign chakra.

He immediately sat down cross-legged and formed a mudra with his hands—the most basic "Wei" mudra recorded on the scroll, used to concentrate the mind.

"Digest it."

"Absorb it."

Sosuke silently recited this in his heart.

He focused his mental energy intensely, guiding the hot current surging through his stomach.

The heat flowed through his meridians.

pain.

The meridians felt like they were being sanded by sandpaper, burning with pain.

But after this pain comes the body's need to become more aggressive.

To combat the heat, his cells began to divide at an accelerated rate, and the recombined cell membranes became denser and more heat-resistant.

This is the true value of this "dish"—using fire-attribute chakra to temper the body, thereby gaining tolerance to high temperatures.

His body temperature began to rise, and his blood flow accelerated.