This ninja in Naruto is unscientific

Chapter 245 Nishikawa Tetsuya's Care for Lonely Elderly

The capital of the Land of Fire, a bustling commercial street.

Today is a special day, but for ordinary people, it's just a sunny weekend.

But for one of the three legendary ninjas with white hair, this was a momentous occasion comparable to the Fourth Shinobi World War—his masterpiece was officially released and available for sale in major bookstores!

At this moment, the largest Kadokawa Bookstore in the capital had not yet opened its doors, but the figure of a tall, white-haired middle-aged man was already squatting on the tea stall opposite, staring intently at the bookstore's door like a toad about to pounce on its prey.

"Boss, another cup of tea, please!"

Jiraiya nervously rubbed his hands together and took a deep breath, as if he could already see countless readers lining up to snap up his masterpiece.

"My book is brimming with masculine romance, unwavering perseverance, and the legacy of the Will of Fire. It's a masterpiece that could change the mindset of the ninja world! It's guaranteed to be a bestseller, but I wonder how many copies it will sell in a day..."

"Splash—"

The bookstore is open.

Jiraiya suddenly stood up, the binoculars already set up in front of him.

The bookstore owner placed a stack of books titled "Dokonsho Shinobi Den" on the most prominent recommendation spot near the entrance.

"Great! Excellent location!" Jiraiya clenched his fist inwardly.

The first customer came in; he was a young man who looked quite knowledgeable.

The young man stopped in front of the recommended section, picked up a book, and opened to the first page.

Jiraiya's heart was in his throat.

"See, feel the passion in the book!"

however.

The young man frowned after looking at it for less than ten seconds.

He quickly flipped through a few pages, then threw the book back as if he'd been electrocuted, even clapping his hands in disgust.

"What a load of nonsense! It's all preaching, and the protagonist is so stubborn. Boss, do you have the latest issue of 'Fengyue XXX'?"

"Yes, yes, yes, it's inside."

Jiraiya's smile froze on his face, as if he had been shot in the chest.

The second customer was a mother with a five- or six-year-old child.

"Mom, what kind of book is this?"

"You're still too young to understand. Come on, Mom will take you to buy a picture book."

Jiraiya: "..."

A morning has passed.

The sun was high in the sky.

Jiraiya's teacup had been refilled eight times.

He stared despairingly at the bookstore entrance. Many people came to look at his books, but without exception, each one shook their head and put them down. The entire day, until the bookstore closed, the stack of books stood like an insurmountable mountain; only… three copies had been sold.

The stack of books stood motionless, like an insurmountable mountain.

"No...it's impossible..."

Jiraiya held his head in his hands, lost in deep self-doubt.

"Is my writing really that bad? Is my thinking outdated?"

The once formidable heroes on the battlefield are now beginning to doubt themselves due to the blow in sales.

He dragged his heavy steps back to the Konoha office, looking utterly dejected. He didn't even eat dinner before locking himself in his room.

the next day.

Konoha's Office in the Land of Fire's Capital.

Nishikawa Tetsu was sitting at his desk, listening to his subordinates report on the sales situation of Kadokawa Bookstore, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"Three copies sold in one day? And one of them was a returned item that someone mistakenly took?"

Nishikawa Tetsu sighed, "I knew it would turn out like this. In an era where even daimyo are pursuing material enjoyment, who would have the patience to read a novel filled with pain and pure idealism?"

"Vice Minister, what should we do? Jiraiya-sama seems very upset; he didn't even eat breakfast this morning," Nara Shikamori said with some concern.

"What else can we do?"

Nishikawa Tetsu took out several silver notes from the drawer and slapped them on the table.

"Senior Lu Shou, arrange for a few people to change into civilian clothes and go buy them in batches. You don't need to buy them all; a few hundred copies should be enough."

Nara Shikamori looked puzzled: "While supporting Jiraiya-sama's cause is a good thing, what are you going to do with so many?"

"Senior Lu Shou, your vision is too narrow."

A shrewd glint flashed in Nishikawa Tetsu's eyes.

"This isn't a book; this is company culture!"

"Corporate culture?" Lu Shou suddenly remembered what Nishikawa Tetsu had said a few days ago, which he had thought was a joke at the time.

"That's right."

A shrewd glint flashed in Nishikawa Tetsu's eyes.

"Now, whether it's construction workers or police officers, they're living too comfortably. High wages and good benefits easily breed a corrupt and extravagant lifestyle."

"We need a kind of spiritual support, a kind of mental weapon that can energize them when they are tired and make them feel guilty when they want to slack off."

Nishikawa Tetsu pushed the book that Jiraiya had given him in front of Shikamori.

"What could be more suitable as a teaching material than this ninja manual, filled with stories of never giving up no matter how painful it is, and enduring everything for the sake of one's goal?"

"Distribute these books to all the foremen at the construction site, the Akatsuki's management, researchers at all levels in the research institute, and the police department... oh, I can't control the police department, so I'll just give them all to Fugaku-senpai. One for each person, it's an employee perk!"

"Then……"

Nishikawa Tetsu revealed a wicked smile:

"At next Monday's regular meeting, everyone must submit a reflection of no less than 5,000 words. The handwriting must be neat, the emotions must be rich, and you must have a deep understanding of the spirit of dedication and patience in the book."

"Those who can't write anything, or who do a perfunctory job, will not have their bonuses deducted. Instead, they will be punished by doing community service to experience the hardships of society."

……

That afternoon.

Jiraiya, who was still locked in his room, feeling dejected, suddenly heard a series of urgent knocks on the door.

"Teacher! Teacher! Good news!" Yahiko's excited voice rang out.

Jiraiya opened the door, asking listlessly, "What good news? The bookstore went out of business?"

"No! It's that your books have sold a lot!"

"I originally intended to go to the bookstore to buy a copy to support you, but it turns out the sales weren't as dismal as you said yesterday; several hundred copies were sold in just one afternoon!"

"What?!"

Jiraiya's eyes widened suddenly, and his previously silent heart began to pound wildly.

"Hahaha! I knew it! Gold always shines!"

Jiraiya laughed heartily, sweeping away his previous dejection, feeling that he had reached the pinnacle of his life again.

"There are quite a few people who understand me. Oh dear, what pose should I strike for the autograph session?"

But before long, Yahiko's happiness vanished.

He looked at the books he had just received and was told he had to write a 5,000-word book review; he was on the verge of tears.

"No, we outsource! Do you even know what outsourcing means?!"

Although Nishikawa Tetsu had said it before, he, like Shikamori, thought it was definitely a joke.

"**!"

Konan, standing next to Yahiko, immediately complained:

"Che-kun, Yahiko used profanity, I think we should add another 500 words to his sentence!"