Mizuno Ichito's heart pounded like a drum, his eyes fixed on the seemingly ordinary but tempting 'secret manual'.
According to his past memories, this cabinet stored his cheap father Mizuno Ichiro's personal belongings. It was always mysterious, but opening it didn't reveal anything special. It turned out this unassuming cabinet truly had hidden depths.
The Ninjutsu scrolls stored in the cabinet were priceless to Mizuno Ichiro, but at this moment, what attracted Mizuno Ichito more were the banknotes emitting an enticing scent.
Although he was the only one at home at this time, Mizuno Ichito still cautiously looked around, afraid of being discovered. After confirming no one was present, he slowly extended his right hand and gently opened the 'XX Secret Manual'.
He took out a thick stack of banknotes, all in 200 Ryo denominations. The stack was two fingers thick, easily tens of thousands. This was undoubtedly a huge sum for a young boy.
Mizuno Ichito was so excited his small body jumped up and down. He brought the banknotes to his nose and took a deep breath, as if he could smell something special. Then, he firmly slapped his right cheek with his fist, feeling the weight and reality of it.
"Fragrant, so fragrant! So this is what it feels like to be rich!"
After looking around again to confirm no one was there, Mizuno Ichito pulled out two banknotes and put them in his pocket. Then he put the remaining money back into the book, returning it to its original position. It should look untouched.
He nodded in satisfaction; it wouldn't be good to go out without some money in his pocket.
"I even found the hidden stash, but there isn't even a single Konoha history book. I had hoped to read about the heroic deeds of Konoha's strongest Hokage in the history books."
From a brainwashing perspective, Konoha's Third Hokage could be said to be the strongest Hokage. Even the Talk No Jutsu Hokage Naruto and the half-Fourth Danzo could only feel inferior. One of them was completely brainwashed by the Will of Fire, and the other used cursed seals to control a group of people, but from the ultimate effect, Hiruzen Sarutobi's 'Will of Fire' was clearly the strongest.
Mizuno Ichito was a bit disappointed. He had originally wanted to learn how this strongest Genjutsu master of the Ninja World recorded Konoha's glorious history through notes or historical books.
"Given this, my cheap father is definitely not a staunch supporter of the Third Hokage. Hmm, definitely not."
He thought firmly. After all, he didn't even have a book on the Will of Fire. One must know that, supposedly, in a certain country on Blue Star, people would express 'the great Comrade XXX' for any little thing they did when going out.
The lingering glow of the setting sun, like a golden silk ribbon, spilled through the ancient trees outside the house and through the half-open window, casting slanting rays into the room. At this moment, the streetlights on both sides of the street, like guardians, lit up one after another, rendering Konoha under the night sky warm and peaceful.
Mizuno Ichito sat inside the house, looking exhausted, unable to stop yawning...
The parents of the original body had not returned since leaving for a mission early the day before yesterday. No matter how busy they usually were, they would always find time to come home, or at least leave a message. However, until now, no outsider had come, and the house was unusually quiet, with only the sound of the wind outside the window and an occasional dog bark breaking the silence.
"Could it be that the aftermath of the Nine-Tailed incident hasn't been completely dealt with yet?"
Mizuno Ichito mumbled, a hint of worry rising in his heart. He got up and flipped through scrolls, trying to distract himself, but as he read, his eyelids grew heavy, and he yawned.
"Forget it, I'll just go out for a walk. The Nine-Tailed incident spoiled yesterday, so I need to have a good time today."
He thought, while trying hard to make himself stand up. After a few steps, he turned back and secretly opened the cabinet, pulled out the XX secret manual, and took out two banknotes to put in his pocket.
After all, going out costs money, and it would be embarrassing to leave without a few hundred Ryo.
Mizuno Ichito's house was located on a commoner's street, with various shops lining both sides. At this time, these shops were brightly lit, and their shelves were filled with a dazzling array of goods.
Restaurants already had many customers, who sat around tables, enjoying the allure of delicious food as they chatted. In the butcher shop, small pieces of meat were pre-cut and packed in small wooden boxes, with price tags attached; a catty of pork was 15 Ryo. In the vegetable shop, vegetables were neatly arranged in their respective bins, also with prices: carrots were 0.6 Ryo per catty, and potatoes were 0.5 Ryo per catty.
Mizuno Ichito wandered alone through several streets. After seeing enough novelties, he eventually felt only boredom. After buying some food, he headed back home.
At this time yesterday, the Nine-Tailed was happily dancing in the Village, and the Village residents were fearfully staying in shelters, their eyes tightly closed, hands clasped together, silently praying for the disaster to pass quickly.
There was basically no architectural damage near Mizuno Ichito's place. Less than a day had passed, and although there were fewer cheerful people, there didn't seem to be the same despondency as after a major disaster.
Perhaps, for these ignorant people, they only needed to focus on their three meals a day. In a world of frequent wars, death and injury were commonplace, and they might have grown accustomed to this life.
Or perhaps they fled too hastily last night, some were too far away and hadn't had time to feel the fear before the disaster ended.