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The Shopkeeper of Konoha

Pushed into the dangerous world of the anime Naruto out of a random wish, the protagonist who didn't have any training was forced to carve his way out in this godforsaken world. He could only follow the footsteps of previous owner and hope he could survive. Follow Aoto as he stamps his own influence in the world slowly and brings changes the known world. Join the discord server at discord.gg/ankAtNwyaz

thelightedghost · 漫画同人
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261 Chs

Who are you kidding?

In reality, Aoto wasn't pleased as he observed the queue. He had made it clear from the beginning that an individual could only receive 7 joints per week at most, and he had restricted this to shinobis only.

It appeared to be an oversight now. He'd have to reduce the supply by 50%. He only sold them when he first started the business because he required a financial boost. It would be preferable for him to stay away from sketchy situations now that he would have a bigger source of income.

Aoto thanked the guys outside for being his customers before accompanying John inside. Hot Pie was relieved to see Aoto appear because it eliminated the need for him to inform the clients that Aoto was in charge of the joints.

After Aoto grabbed his seat, the lengthy line quickly dispersed. Since there weren't many clients in the area, he started working on his own project. He pulled out a large sheet of paper and began writing on it.

"Due to low production, the sale of joints will be cut in half."

Aoto was adamant about preventing drug use on the streets. People nearby can enjoy it without making it something they 'must' consume every day. Anything in excess is undesirable. The enormous poster was completed by nightfall, and he chose to hang it outside the store at that evening itself

Later visitors who had come to purchase weed and bread were devastated to see this.

"Aoto-chan is it true?"

"Aoto-kun, if you tell me where you get those green plants, I'll go get them myself."

"Aoto-kun you can't just leave us like that."

"I am sorry everyone. Joints are made of very rare plants and in order to get it, one has to go through many troubles. I can't just let my clients to death. Plus, I have seen that many of the people here are getting addicted to this, so I think it's high time I lessen the production." Aoto said with a very calm tone. Many of those who came to "protest" hung their heads in shame after hearing him speak with such passion in his final few sentences.

The following two days were uneventful. With Aoto, less marijuana and more bread were sold. The first day was difficult because he had to deal with customers who didn't like that the sale of marijuana would be restricted. However, Aoto simply ignored them by informing them that there was no other option.

Seeing the hype with the weed, Arya and John couldn't help but try it once. It's enough to say that Arya had a blast. She began to talk about her time in Braavos and the struggles she faced there. John was very supportive of his sister and was somewhat shocked by what she went through.

At the conclusion, they both began singing some tavern songs they had learned during their travels. Aoto did not intervene and allowed them to finish their fun. The siblings had experienced a great deal. They lost their families, put their faith in the wrong people, had several near-death experiences, and one of them even died and then came back to life. So it was a roller coaster ride for them and Aoto just let them as they were.

The two days had passed rather quickly, but Aoto had one particular cause for a crease between his eyebrows. Even in the late afternoon, neither Asuma nor Kakashi appeared in the store on the day they were due to return and give him the money.

"System, how about the palickos?"

[

Rest assured host, the palickos are in perfect health.

]

"Then why are the two not showing up."

Aoto was contemplating those ideas as he ultimately made the decision to shut the store after tidying everything. Sunday was the following day, so it was a free day. Aoto made the decision to clean the store before everything was shut down so he could relax for the weekend.

After dinner, Aoto was lying on his futon thinking about the things he needed to do in the future, particularly with the medical texts, when he heard his system.

[

Host there are three intruders that had entered the shops's premise.

Asuma Sarutobi

Kakashi Hatake

Hiruzen Sarutobi

]

When he heard the last name, Aoto jumped up from where he was laying. Although he could comprehend that Asuma and Kakashi might have returned with their palickos, he didn't understand the purpose of the older man's appearance. He was alarmed by this.

Although he felt safe and secure inside and had no reason to be afraid of anyone, the fact that the Hokage had visited him at home indicated that something was wrong. He was about to stand up and instruct the other three to enter another room when he decided against it.

They were the most powerful people and any grand movement from him would be sensed by the three. So he just remained silent until there was a knock at the window. Asuma had done the same thing the previous time, so he knew it was him.

Aoto steadied himself by inhaling deeply. He needed to be surprised here or else his cover would be blown. He cautiously moved to the window and opened it to find Asuma and Kakashi staring at him. In addition to John, Arya, and Hot Pie, who had also knocked on such an odd spot, they all got up and left their rooms.

After motioning for them to turn around, Aoto turned his head back to Asuma.

"I thought you guys took my palickos," Aoto said.

Kakashi and Asuma rolled their eyes instantly.

"We haven't contracted them, show how could we summon them or keep them away?" Asuma said.

"Ah right right! So where is my money?" Aoto asked.

"Why are you sure that I will buy?" Asuma asked.

"Asuma-san, please control your eyes. I can see your excitement from miles away. How did you even become a Jonin?" Aoto didn't hold back exposing him. Upon hearing this, Kakashi burst out chuckling.

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