The Cave of the Akatsuki Organization!

Reborn in Konoha as the Anbu Torturer Chapter 522 The Cave of the Akatsuki Organization!

This was the first time Aoba had seen his own work in a place like a bookstore. Even this story about Teacher Bai still made him feel very satisfied.

He flipped through the book.

He looked at the price.

500 Ryo!

It was not a small amount!

Aoba immediately realized that reading a book was indeed a luxury for the people of the ninja world, especially in front of people who could not eat their fill.

"This is the most popular book recently. There is no discount on the price. 500 Ryo a book. Think about it carefully, but it is indeed worth it. After reading it, you will have a very good experience." The clerk at the counter spoke again. His tone was no longer as cold as before. Perhaps it was because he liked the book that Aoba was holding, so there was a slight resonance.

"How much stock does this book have?" Aoba looked at the bookshelf. There were seven or eight books on the bookshelf, but he did not know if there was still stock in the bookstore. These were obviously not enough.

"Why are you asking this?" The clerk's face suddenly darkened, and the gaze he looked at Aoba became alert.

"I want to buy a lot of books," Aoba said with a smile.

"500 Ryo for one book." The clerk repeated it again. He was afraid that Aoba did not understand the price of this book.

"I want to buy 40 books," Aoba said calmly. In this short period of time, he had quickly completed the calculation of how many books he could buy with 20,000 Ryo.

"???" The clerk was stunned. Many question marks appeared on his head, and he looked at Aoba confusedly.

"I can afford it."

Aoba looked at the clerk's appearance and immediately understood that this person was afraid that he did not have money, so he reached into his ninja pouch and took out the 20,000 Ryo that he had just asked from Hanzo.

"Now, can you tell me if you have 40 books in stock?" Aoba asked.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The clerk cleared his throat to hide his embarrassment. He looked at Aoba with rapt attention. He suddenly felt that this person had become handsome. After that, he quickly explained, "I'm not doubting you, but I think you don't need to buy 40 books for yourself. You can buy many other books of the same type."

"Are there any books of the same type that are better than this one?" Aoba asked curiously.

"No, this one is the best. The other books are not on the same level as this one. I think if there is one in the future, it will be this author Fugaku's next book." The clerk replied.

"Since there are no better books of the same kind, give me 40 of these. I want to give them to someone, so it doesn't matter." Aoba said with a smile. He suddenly understood why the publishing house wanted to sell Teacher Bai for a while longer and then publish his other work. In this way, Teacher Bai's sales would continue to rise because there were no other alternatives.

It was just that...

Aoba did not like this kind of method.

He hoped to provide more choices for his readers.

Most importantly...

The speed of the publishing house limited his development to a certain extent. He could have been faster, but he was delayed by the publishing house.

"Okay... okay..."

When the clerk heard Aoba say that he would give it to someone, he immediately understood and did not say anything else. He stood up and walked toward the bookshelf.

"You really came at a good time."

"I just bought a box of Teacher Bai yesterday."

"One box is 50 books."

"7 books were taken and placed on the shelf. There are 43 books left in the box. After you buy them, I don't have much left."

The clerk sighed and said. Every time he sold books, he would have such feelings, especially this kind of book that had just been bought.

If he sells a lot...

He had to buy more.

But if he sold less...

These books were still in his hands.

But.

As long as you can make money.

It's still okay...

The clerk took out the three books in the box, and after that, he carried the box with 40 books to Aoba.

"It's raining heavily outside."

"Although the book has a cover, it is still better to be careful."

"Take this box."

"It will be much more convenient..."

The clerk became much more enthusiastic. After all, the person in front of him had bought a box of books at retail price, which made him earn a lot. In this relatively poor country, there were not many people who were willing to buy books like this. He had to hold on to it. Maybe he would come again to buy in the future.

"Thank you."

Aoba nodded at the clerk. If there was indeed a box. It would be much more convenient for him. Moreover, he did not care how expensive it would be if he bought it at a retail price. This was not his money in the first place. There was no pressure to spend it at all. If he needed money again in the Country of Rain, he only needed to find Hanzo.

Aoba took the box.

The boxes shipped to the Country of Rain were all covered in special plastic, which could effectively prevent them from getting wet plus 40 books so it was quite heavy but this was not a problem for Aoba.

"These 40 books are a little heavy. Look..." The clerk was still a little worried about Aoba. After all, 40 books together is a lot of weight.

However.

Before he could finish speaking.

He saw Aoba easily pick up the box.

Such a heavy box.

When it was in this person's hands.

It was as if there was no weight.

"No... it's fine..."

The clerk couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This person didn't look very strong, but his strength was unusually strong. He was really speechless.

Of course.

He did not know.

After Aoba held the box, he immediately used Chokeijugan no Jutsu(Ultralight-Weight Rock Technique) on it, greatly reducing the weight of the box. Although there were 40 books in the box, for Aoba, carrying it was similar to carrying a mobile phone.

After that.

Aoba walked directly to the door of the bookstore.

"Come...Come again..."

The clerk looked at Aoba in a daze. Only after Aoba left did he realize that the raincoat Aoba had left at the door was not taken away.

"Your... your... your raincoat..."

The clerk immediately went around the counter and quickly rushed to the door. When he pushed open the door, all he saw was a continuous drizzle. There was no shadow of anyone.

"Ah?"

"Where is he?"

"He left so quickly"

The clerk was feeling dizzy. Looking back on what happened just now, he still felt that it was a bit unrealistic and strange.

After that.

He turned back to the bookstore and looked in the direction of the raincoat again.

Instantly.

A scene that surprised him appeared.

The raincoat was gone!

"????"

A lot of question marks appeared on the clerk's head. He looked at everything in front of him and could not help rubbing his eyes.

"No... that's not right..."

"I... I... I..."

"I clearly saw it..."

"Gone?"

"Could it be... that he took it away?"

"Am I seeing things?"

The clerk was even more confused. If not for the 40 books that were gone and the 20,000 Ryo that he had on hand, he would have thought that he was dreaming.

All of a sudden.

The clerk took a deep breath and shook his head hard. He tried his best to stop thinking about those things and let these things that he couldn't understand drift away with the wind.

...

South of the Country of Rain.

The drizzle was continuous.

Aoba while holding a box walked on the way to the Akatsuki Organization. According to Juko's memory, the location of the organization was in a cave.

When Aoba watched the anime in the past, he remembered that the Akatsuki Organization base seemed to be in a mountain cave.

However, he did not have a deep impression of it.

Moreover, there was no detailed description of what the cave looked like or where it was located in the anime.

This makes Aoba unable to determine whether the cave where the Akatsuki Organization currently was the cave where the future Akatsuki Organization would be, or whether the Akatsuki Organization later changed to another cave.

No matter what.

Aoba was now walking toward this cave.

The rain continued to drip down. Just as it was about to drip on Aoba, it directly slid to both sides. It seemed as if there was an invisible wall on his body, making it impossible for the rain to touch him.

The current Aoba was not wearing a raincoat at all.

However, the clothes on his body did not have any traces of being drenched.

Moreover.

The box that he was holding was also the same. It was not drenched by even the slightest bit of rain.

Gradually.

Time passed.

More than an hour passed.

Just like that, Aoba slowly walked to a pitch-black cave entrance. There were no guards at the entrance.

Right now, the Akatsuki Organization is too small.

There was no need for guards at all.

Even things like patrols were not very necessary.

Currently.

They came out with a hot-blooded and extremely idealistic dream.

There was nothing else.

Aoba directly carried the box and entered the cave. When he first entered, the cave entrance was dark. After entering for a distance, the inside revealed a dark red color. The temperature gradually rose and became warm. Even the air was a little hot.

There should be a bonfire here.

It was the same for Aoba when he entered the bookstore just earlier. Because it had been raining all the time, the air was humid and the temperature was low. It gave off a gloomy and cold feeling.

Every household and shop would light a stove to keep warm.

However.

Aoba really wanted to remind the clerk to be careful when lighting a stove in a place with many books. If he did not pay attention and fire broke out, there were too many combustible materials in his place.

But think about it, it was drizzling outside...

Aoba held back his words. After all, it wouldn't affect him if he didn't say it. And the bookstore had been like this for so many years. Maybe he was paying attention to it, so there was no need to talk too much.

Aoba took a few more steps forward and began to see a few people. They were leaning against the wall of the cave or sitting on the ground. There was a blanket on the ground and they seemed to be talking about something. In front of them was a bonfire that was burning.

"Juko, why are you back so late? And what are you holding in your hand?"

Right at this moment.

A man looked at Aoba.

Judging from his relaxed manner of speaking, he was obviously very familiar with Juko. It was a feeling like roommates meeting each other.

However...

Aoba could still faintly feel it.

In the eyes of these people looking at him, there was a hidden disdain in the depths of their eyes, as if in their eyes, he was just a clown.

This kind of feeling was not found in Juko's memory.

It was estimated that Juko did not notice it.

In addition, these people are all Chunin in terms of strength...

Aoba suddenly realized that there should be some kind of despise chain here, which was that these people entered the group based on their strength, while Juko brought funds into the group.

Too young!

Aoba could not help but sigh in his heart.

After a few years, these people would understand that it was really good to have money. Those who brought money were the big shots!

After all, having only Chunin's strength at their age, they couldn't reach Jonin with this kind of talent. If Chunin wanted to support his family, he would have to constantly take on missions to earn money.

But...

Juko's family background...

That was someone who could be a financial backer!

"I went to the village and saw a bookstore. I bought some books for everyone." Aoba said with a smile.

"Buy books?"

"This is a bit of a waste!"

"Books are very expensive!"

"There's no need for that!"

"..."

When the ninjas beside the bonfire heard Aoba's words, they immediately began to talk one after another. They all began to feel sorry for the money that Aoba spent.

"Hehe, you will definitely like this book!"

Aoba smiled embarrassedly. He was smiling on the surface, but in his mind, there was more disdain. He had always despised this kind of behavior, and that was to worry about other people's money.

When he was surfing the Internet in the past, he often saw that after someone bought something, someone would come out and say that it was better to buy XXXX. He would feel very annoyed.

After all, the money belonged to that person.

No matter how that person spent it, it was that person's freedom.

It's not that if you buy something that others think is worth the money, it will be considered worth the money spent, but if you buy something that you think is worth it, then the money spent will be truly worth it!

"This is a book written by Fugaku."

"Teacher Bai of the Ninja School."

"It's especially popular now."

"You will know when you read it!"

Aoba had a smile on his face. There was no expression of anger on his face. However, he already felt disdain for these people in his heart.