Chapter 15: Mango?
"Sir, this strange fruit is disappearing from the shelves too quickly. Could you increase his supplies.
A thin, but at the same time burning with his ideas and desires, a man was bowing in front of a short guy in a mask. He had not yet had time to change for the meeting with the gentleman, which is why he was now wearing dark-colored canvas shorts and a slightly rumpled cotton T-shirt, on which there was a stain from a crushed fruit.
The guy measured the man with a careful look, looked around. The counters were already half empty, in the back of the store, while in the front there was already a ball rolling. Although because of his height, he had to inspect the store once again, but he was more happy about it.
- I'm glad that our product is flying so fast. The main thing is not to attract too much attention to yourself now, otherwise they will start interfering with our business.
The coldness in his eyes disappeared, approval mixed with thoughtfulness now triumphed on his face. Too quickly, the new fruit attracted the attention of buyers.
After going around the boxes in the center again, Sora went to a chair and sat down on it, promptly removing the box with the remaining fruit in it.
"We have nothing to worry about, sir. Shinobi are not interested in any fruits there, they just want to get weapons and equipment.
The seller, or as Sora also calls him, the agent, came closer, holding an orange fruit in his hands.
- Eh, I kind of signed a contract with you, since you're smart enough, but it looks like your intelligence is lost at the moment when it comes to shinobi.
Sora exhaled loudly and began to remember how he managed to sign a contract with this ragamuffin.
Then there was still bad weather, incessant rains bothered the villagers for the second day. For Sora, the bad weather was also a kind of hindrance, which he could hardly stand. Still, training with members of the Hatake clan is a kind of blessing for him. Both geniuses took the time to train with him, even though it was only the basics that Kakashi had known for a long time. No one canceled independent training, but still few managed to learn from the experience of Sakumo Hatake.
On that cloudy day, the boy decided, as usual, to go to the library, where he had already read a lot of literature, useful enough to start his own training. But his plans were ruined when he decided to follow one merchant who seemed to interpret adequate things. Sora is still amazed how he managed to hear these mutterings under the noisy rain accompanied by the howling of the wind, and the leaves on the trees of this whole symphony added their noisy music. Now the true owner of this shop believes that this is fate and nothing else.
Following that happy day for the skinny merchant, Sora found out that the stranger was an intelligent and knowledgeable person. These beliefs accumulated over time, when he communicated with the same shopkeepers who were chasing this minute profit and themselves did not understand anything about the economy and politics with which the goods of this or that shop are connected. The man himself, wandering aimlessly through the streets in the rain, was persecuted by other merchants who drove the man away with their screams. No one liked to hear head-on about how badly they were doing their job.
But to confirm his observations, Sora himself went out to the stranger and asked several examples of economic situations that the second had to solve. At the end of the conversation of these two, the short guy decided to conclude a contract between them as an employee and an employer, and so that he would not betray him, he insured himself with a seal that cost a lot of money in the system.
- Do you have other thoughts on this? - the man was surprised by his master's words, but did not dispute them yet.
- You see, ordinary ninjas are really not interested in our trade, but the people at the top also need money, just like ordinary people. But they have one small difference... he made feasts with his hand, as if drawing some figure in the air. - Consumption. They have different consumption, if an ordinary civilian wants to survive in this dangerous world, he has to work up a sweat. With the money he receives, he will buy himself a meal, perhaps pay for medicine, give money for taxes and leave part for clothes or something similar. These are the goals of a small person, he does not strive for more. In turn, the higher ranks buy weapons for money, create their own developments, and they live in any way better than ordinary people. So think now ... - a smile appeared on the boy's face at the moment when the veins on the forehead of the man opposite swelled due to thought processes.
- So they can take away your business? - it almost immediately reached the subordinate. Still, it was not for nothing that Sora chose him.
- Well, to take it away, they won't take it away, but to make them work for them, they will. And all our income with you will go not into our wallets, but into theirs.
- And what should we do about it? - the man asked similarly.
- Kato, you and I will have to suspend our activities a little. To be more precise, I will make the deliveries myself, but not in such large quantities as before. At the very least, by cutting some of our income, we will take away from ourselves close surveillance. And then in a month, or even two, we will gradually increase our capacity.
- I understand you, sir.
Sora got up from his chair and headed for the exit. Now it was getting close to night, so there were fewer people. Disguised as an ordinary customer, Sora stayed in the store for a while to come out with a bag full to the brim of mango, which they will be eating today.
The personalities following this interesting child regained their alertness and began to follow the next steps of the boy. The previous two were a good example in punishment that even on such a simple mission there can be mistakes for which they can take their heads off.
After walking through the bright streets, Sora came out on a flat path leading to Hatake's house. He has been living with them for the second month. And for all that time, a lot has happened both in his life and in the lives of these two silver-haired people. Starting with the fact that Kakashi has become more or less compliant, ending with the fact that the plot of the anime has changed with one hundred percent accuracy. Sora himself followed all this with his own eyes. He even managed to get into the legendary school where future ninjas are trained.
The class was a little unlucky, it would have been much better to get to Hatake, but he was content with the fact that their audiences were next to each other, which is why Sora became a regular in class 1-1.
When the guy came to their class for the first time, no one even suspected that this dark-haired man would communicate with the coldest person in the class as if the genius was not cold to others. At first, the girls were jealous of Kakashi, but then they noticed their similarity. Yet both the first and the second wore masks, behind which their faces were hidden. Such a mystery attracted everyone's attention. The only thing that repelled Sora was his mediocre skills, which improved right before his eyes, which is why he received more and more attention in his class. Moreover, unlike his counterpart, he was much more sociable, in which the speech of an adult helped him. Even the natives of the clans could not so easily talk about something dedicated to development, while maintaining seriousness and attitude, they were also drawn, like other children, to have fun.
Sora combined everything in himself, he could have fun and talk seriously. In this regard, he was somewhat like a guy from the Nara clan, but he was too lazy, so they never managed to make friends.
After boring lessons, which Sora already knew everything without extra teachers, he and Kakashi went home, sometimes taking liberties in the form of catch-up. But no matter how rapidly the first one developed, he failed to reach the level of Hatake in just two months, half of which he devoted only to studying and mastering the material he had passed.
Sora was distracted from her thoughts by a low image located on a tree branch in the courtyard of Hatake. He wouldn't have noticed it if he hadn't accidentally turned his head to the side. While no action was taken, he did not stop, climbed as unobtrusively as possible into an empty pocket, where he moved one kunai from the inventory by force of his will.
Only the cold weapon landed in the boy's hand, he made a leap to the side to get away from the trajectory of the attack. There were already three shurikens in the last place, which immediately made it clear to the guy that the opponent was serious.
He had already received more than once and went through pain, but for the first time he met with the fact that someone intentionally wanted to hurt him, and possibly kill him, but something was wrong here...