Because Inspiration Come!

"???"

When Fugaku heard Aoba's words, he immediately slowed down. The corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and his expression instantly became ugly.

He actually still wants to write!

Just thinking about it made Fugaku feel a headache.

In the past few days, people kept coming to him and asking about "Teacher Bai of the Ninja School". This made him feel an indescribable feeling. He didn't know whether he should be happy or sad, but it was quite awkward.

After all...

When these people came to ask him, they all winked at him.

They seemed to have said something, but they did not say anything. Overall, it made him feel strange.

He had initially thought that this matter would slowly pass, so he just needed to endure it for a while. But after hearing Aoba's words, he immediately understood this was just the beginning. In the future, the changes in his heart will become more subtle after such a long time.

"You... still want to write?"

Fugaku took a deep breath. He tried to control his expression as much as possible so that he would not look too strange. Moreover, he made his tone as probing as possible.

Aoba took in the changes in Fugaku's eyes in that instant, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up into an imperceptible arc.

'Sure enough.'

'This move was indeed useful!'

Talking about writing books now, it was effective for Eaton and Fugaku, but the effects on the two were completely opposite.

Eaton was looking forward to him writing a book, raising the matter to a very high position, so much so that sometimes it was above most things.

Fugaku, on the other hand, was completely different. In his heart, he was more afraid of him writing a book. After all, there was an author naming problem.

"Of course, I have to write!"

Aoba smiled and said, "I have already thought of the plot. The rest is to write it out. It won't be long before a new book can be published again."

For him.

It was easy to produce a novel in Ninja World

It was as if he had a treasure trove on him. Although there were subtle differences in the specific words he wrote, it did not hinder those classic works from attacking this barren Ninja World.

In the modern world, these classic works were absolutely impossible to be published. Even the authors were anonymous. But in the ninja world, it was different. The popularity of this kind of work was extremely high, and it could even become a top best-selling work.

In such an environment, Aoba also wanted to move those classic works over so that they could shine and heat up here.

"Brother Fugaku, after the new book is published, I will get you a book first..."

"Oh... no..."

"Ten books!"

"I'll give you a little more so that you can give it to someone else!"

"You can expect a storm!"

Aoba's smile was very innocent as if he had not seen through Fugaku's predicament, and there was a faint feeling of sharing with Fugaku.

"I... I thank you!"

Fugaku's face clearly darkened a lot. There were already 10,000 alpacas galloping in his heart.

'What the hell was this?!'

'I shouldn't have agreed to such an outrageous request!'

He really didn't expect that the book Aoba wrote would be so popular that he would become a celebrity. In the past, when he was on patrol in Konohagakure street, he didn't have much of a presence. Now, there were people asking for autographs.

He originally thought that this kind of thing would be diluted over time. But now, it seemed that there would be new books that would soon join up. Who can stand this?

"You're welcome. This is what I should do. By the way, Brother Fugaku, is there anything you need from me?"

Aoba asked with a smile.

He had deliberately changed the topic just now so that he could take the lead. He said what he wanted to say first, and then he could lead Fugaku by the nose.

In this way.

Fugaku would not care so much about what he would say.

It was just as Aoba expected.

The question that he say just now...

Fugaku really didn't care that much. Right now, his mind was full of Aoba writing a new book. It might be published soon. How should he live in the future? This was a big problem, a more serious problem than the one he wanted to ask.

"Hmm..."

"That..."

"I wanted to ask just now..."

"That is, you have passed the second round of the Chunin Exams!"

"But why didn't I see your name on the third round participant list?"

"Is there a problem?"

Fugaku did not directly ask why Aoba forfeited. Instead, he changed the angle and made his words more euphemistic.

If it was before.

He would not think so much. If there were any questions, he would ask directly.

But now.

He had already regarded Aoba as a friend.

The matter of abstaining from the Chunin Exams was a very serious matter to Fugaku. There must be a reason for making such a decision. He wanted to know what the reason was, but he was afraid that asking would hurt Aoba. So he changed the way he spoke.

This roundabout way of speaking could greatly take care of Aoba's feelings.

Of course.

Aoba instantly understands the meaning of those words

After all.

Fugaku's expression was already very obvious.

"It's like this. I have already forfeited so I won't be on the third round participant list." Aoba patiently explained to Fugaku. He knew that what Fugaku wanted to hear was that he had personally said that he had forfeited. After all, it was Fugaku who arranged for him to participate in the Chunin Exams. It was reasonable for him to care about his Chunin Exams.

"You actually forfeited." Fugaku had an extremely surprised expression on his face. It was as if he had just learned about this matter. As he spoke, he stared at Aoba's expression. Seeing that Aoba did not respond, he asked in a low voice, "Why?"

After asking.

Fugaku thought for a moment.

He raised his hand.

The expression on his face also became serious.

"Aoba, if it's not convenient for you to say it, it's fine if you don't say it..." Fugaku added another sentence.

"There's nothing inconvenient to say."

Aoba smiled and shook his head. His words and actions had already attracted Fugaku over.

However.

When Aoba continued.

It caused Fugaku's heart to almost collapse.

"Because inspiration came!"

Aoba still had a smile on his face. As he spoke, he kept staring into Fugaku's eyes, as if he was talking about something to be proud of.

For a moment.

Fugaku's face changed even more strangely.

He vaguely guessed something.

But he didn't dare to confirm it.

He also looked at Aoba, but his heart became even more complicated at this moment.

"That..."

"I don't quite understand..."

"What inspiration?"

The corner of Fugaku's mouth twitched, and a bitter smile appeared on his face. He had to clarify this matter so as not to have a sleepless night.

"It's the inspiration for writing a story!" Aoba said indifferently, "During the Chunin Exams, I thought of what the new story I was going to write. If I didn't hurry up and written it out, I might have forgotten about it. That would be a loss outweighs the gain. Even if I continue participating in the Chunin Exam, I might not be able to pass smoothly and become a Chunin."

"..."

After hearing Aoba's words, Fugaku suddenly fell silent. His mind go blank for a moment, and it took a full minute to recover.

This...

This was simply like a dream for Fugaku.

It was simply outrageous!

To give up on Chunin Exams just to write a book...

Was this something a normal person would do?!

The most important thing was...

If he is a bystander, and furthermore, a friend, a reader, then forget it, but the author's name would be his!

Didn't this mean that his reputation was going to rise again?

But Fugaku understood that becoming famous too quickly was not a good thing. It was not a matter of vanity. He felt more troubled about these things.

"Wait..."

"You mean..."

"In order to write this book..."

"He gave up on the Chunin Exams?!"

Fugaku couldn't help but confirm the reason again. He wanted to make sure that he did not understand it wrong. This kind of thing was really beyond his expectations.

"That's right!"

Aoba nodded without hesitation.

Now, he felt that this reason for his forfeiting could be said to be very perfect.

It was especially useful!

"Did you tell Eaton-sama that you forfeited?" Fugaku tried hard to control his voice not to fluctuate too much.

"I have already said it. He is very supportive of it." Aoba nodded and said.

"..."

Fugaku was even more speechless. He suddenly had a very strange feeling in his heart. That was, the times had changed.

People could go crazy over a book!

He did not go to the bookstore to buy the popular "Teacher Bai of the Ninja School". It was not because he had already gotten a copy before it was published, but because he was not interested in these things at all.

However, his fans who asked him for autographs learned that the book was sold out on the day it was sold in the bookstore. Although the publishing house worked overtime to print it, the supply was still short. As soon as the book arrived, it was sold out.

He didn't know when was the last time such a sensational work was sold.

However...

This book was indeed very popular.

After Fugaku went back, he deliberately took out Teacher Bai's story and read it. Even he felt that it was very good.

You should know...

Most of the novels in the ninja world were Jiraiya's style.

It was a straightforward description.

It was a competition of who wrote more meticulously, whose posture had more patterns, and there were not too many plot parts, just like those small movies on the hard drive.

However, the books that Aoba wrote were related to the plot, and the plot was used to promote the key points. The feeling brought by this was better than being so direct.

By analogy.

A movie with a plot.

Naturally, it was more popular.

"That... I have nothing else to ask... I still have to go patrol..."

Fugaku could no longer continue to chat. If they continued to chat, he would only feel even more awkward. Rather than that, it would be better to leave it at this for the time being.

"Let's talk another day!"

After Fugaku finished speaking, he did not wait for Aoba to tell and immediately left. He did not want to talk about books anymore, but Aoba's mind was obviously filled with those books.

"Goodbye, Brother Fugaku!"

Aoba waved his hand at Fugaku, and the smile on his face became even more intense. He then walked in the direction of Anbu's dormitory with satisfaction.

He was a bit speechless about Fugaku's affairs. After the Uchiha clan opened the Mangekyo Sharingan, their style of doing things became their way.

As long as they thought it was right.

Even if it was distorted.

But as long as there was little reason to support their decision.

Then everything doesn't matter.

Almost every member of the Uchiha clan who had opened Mangekyo Sharingan was like this.

In fact.

There were a few questions in Aoba's mind that wanted to ask Fugaku, but he could not say them out loud. Overall, it was strange. He felt that it was not good for him to ask it.

Therefore, he could only keep these words in his mind.

He did not say them out.

What he wanted to ask was...

It was about Orochimaru!

According to their previous "inferred" results, Orochimaru was the "true culprit" who killed Fugaku's best friend.

From Fugaku's expression, he felt that Fugaku was quite angry, but at this time, he did not see any action from Fugaku.

What was going on?

If it was before, Aoba would think that Fugaku might be busy with a lot of things. After all, Konoha Military Police Force had a lot of things to do and needed some time to make arrangements.

But now...

Fugaku was still quite idle!

He did not plan to deal with Orochimaru. In comparison, he was more concerned about his participation in Chunin Exams.

Wasn't his focus a little bit misplaced?

Aoba wanted to ask this question, but he felt that it was not good to ask it out of his mouth. However, he felt that it was time to use some methods to help Fugaku remember. After all, the Uchiha treated pain rather extremely.

After a while.

Aoba returned to Anbu's dormitory.

This period of time was still counted as his holiday. He had nothing to do, so he picked up a pen to write something. The content was some of Iwagakure's plans and arrangements...