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"Are you just endlessly nesting dolls here?"
Even Natsubi Raku, who considered himself to have a good mentality, couldn't hold back his frustration, cursing this garbage system for being a scam. Forty fragments to synthesize one jutsu? How many S-rank jutsu are there? If one could actually synthesize that, it must have saved the universe in a past life.
Looking at the last remaining point, Natsubi Raku decided to go for a full draw. Although he had lost hope in this thing, keeping that one point was useless and just made him angry every time he saw it.
The wheel spun rapidly, and Natsubi Raku closed his eyes to rest. After all, his mentality had already cracked; expecting anything from this would probably give him a brain hemorrhage.
"Raku, are you okay?"
The door suddenly opened, and Yuta's worried voice came through.
"No problem, just a bit of a brain hemorrhage from the frustration."
Natsubi Raku covered his head and glanced at the wheel.
[Congratulations on obtaining B-rank Ninjutsu: Great Fire Destruction.]
[Fire Release: Great Fire Destruction: Consumes 150 points of cursed energy; the damage increases with more cursed energy input.]
[Hidden Reward Obtained: First Ninjutsu Acquired. Permanent increase of 100 cursed energy.]
"...."
"Damn...!"
The sudden appearance of a B-rank jutsu made Natsubi Raku's pupils contract, his expression dazed, seemingly doubtful and puzzled by the sudden emergence of this jutsu.
Did this dog system actually grow a conscience?
A B-rank jutsu actually appeared! And for just four points! Damn, this system is really conscientious.
"What's going on?"
Yuta Okkotsu looked at Natsubi Raku's expression changing from resignation to joy, with two seconds of doubt in between, and felt like his brain couldn't keep up with the times.
"Ahem!" Natsubi Raku coughed a few times, trying to remain calm. "Nothing much, how long have I been unconscious?"
Yuta Okkotsu: "About a week. The doctor said it was due to nerve damage, putting you in a deep coma."
Deep coma, huh...
No wonder he recalled those childhood memories.
Natsubi Raku slowly got up, stretched his body a bit, and felt the abundant power within him, mentally praising: 'Not bad, much better than before. That 100-point increase in cursed energy is really significant. I was worried that after acquiring jutsu, my cursed energy wouldn't keep up, but now it seems there's no need to worry at all.'
[Host: Natsubi Raku]
[Cursed Energy: 500, Grade 3 Sorcerer]
[Stamina: 15]
[Dōjutsu: One Tomoe Sharingan]
[Ninjutsu: Fire Release: Great Fire Destruction]
[Taijutsu: Not Learned]
Hmm, now I can be considered a ninja, spitting fire everywhere!
"Raku, you just woke up, why don't you rest for another two days in the hospital? I really appreciate what you did last time; you gave me the courage to summon Rika. But please, take care of yourself. I was worried you'd never wake up."
Yuta Okkotsu's eyes filled with tears, like a regretful child.
Seeing this, Natsubi Raku smiled slightly, raised his right hand to gently pat Yuta's head, and said, "It's okay, my dream is to save lives, this is what I should do."
Internally, he shouted: 'I've won one over, woohoo! With his help in the future, I can walk sideways in the Jujutsu world!'
"What are you guys talking about? Can I join?"
Zenin Maki's voice came from the doorway. Natsubi Raku turned to see her wearing the black uniform of Jujutsu High, her expression full of confidence.
Ah! Crap, I haven't cooked the meal worth 5,000 yen yet, should I pretend to be sick and see if I can raise it to 10,000 yen?
Forget it, she'd probably kill me. Given the current situation, I can barely manage a draw in a short time, but with the Sharingan's powerful tracking ability, once my cursed energy runs out, I'd be the one getting beaten...
Yuta Okkotsu didn't seem surprised by Maki's appearance at the door, as if they had come to visit together. He patted Natsubi Raku on the shoulder and said, "I'll go handle the discharge procedures," then left.
"Oh, sure, you go."
Watching Yuta leave, Natsubi Raku said to Maki standing at the door, "I'll buy groceries and cook for you when we get back."
"Okay, no rush. How's your health? I'm really sorry for calling you a coward before."
"Oh, that thing, it's fine. I forgive you."
Natsubi Raku joked, "I could tell how much you hated me back then, but I'm a forgiving person. This matter can be settled for 10,000 yen, just give me 5,000 more."
"...#"
Zenin Maki's forehead veins popped. She had felt guilty, but now, looking at his annoying face, she wanted to beat him up.
"Just kidding, just kidding, don't take it seriously. I'm just teasing. Uh... I'll go buy groceries first, see you tonight!"
Natsubi Raku chuckled, not looking back as he left, afraid of getting beaten if he stayed.
...
The sun was high, and Natsubi Raku, dressed in hospital clothes, walked down the street, attracting strange looks from passersby. He didn't care about these mundane glances at all.
What to cook tonight?
His original clothes were damaged, although the 5,000 yen he had in his pocket was intact, it didn't change the fact that he was penniless right now.
Still need to figure out a way to make money, but what can be done quickly and easily?
As he pondered, a faint call came from a nearby alley, quickly drowned out by the street's noise.
Passersby on the street seemed unaware of the unusual sound, continuing with their business.
Natsubi Raku's dark eyes stared intently at the alley where the sound came from, his pupils turning crimson for a moment, as if seeing something interesting. A subtle smile appeared on his lips, and his pupils returned to black.
Didn't expect a way to make money would come so soon. A hero saving the beauty, who knew this would fall into my lap one day.
How to spend this windfall?
Buy clothes or buy food?
Natsubi Raku smiled coldly, heading straight for the dark alley to uphold his justice.
The world is bleak, but justice must prevail.
Today I...
Wait, wrong script, wrong script.
Deep in the alley.
Several burly men with knives sneered, seemingly eyeing the woman's beauty with greed.
"Don't struggle, missy. No one usually comes into this alley. Do you want to be robbed first or assaulted? Or maybe both?"
"Boss," a sidekick whispered, "we were just here to rob. Assaulting her could bring trouble. If it's sexual assault, the charges are different."
"..."
The leader, recalling something, broke into a cold sweat, changing his previous lecherous grin to a stern one. "Hand over your bank card quickly, or we'll assault you."
The sidekick whispered again, "Boss, we already have her bank card. Just ask for the PIN."
"..."
"Ahem," the leader coughed, continuing to threaten, "Quickly tell us the PIN!"
Seeing the PIN noted on the card, the sidekick whispered again, "Boss..."
"…#"
"Damn you, who's the boss here, you or me? Can you let me finish my robber routine?"
The leader burst out, slapping the sidekick twice. The woman, held hostage, was stunned, internally mocking:
'With this IQ, you're out robbing?'