"Look, it's that child."
"I heard he was causing trouble on the streets again, making a big fuss. He's so annoying."
"I really don't understand why Hokage-sama still keeps this menace around. He should be dealt with quickly. After all, he's a fox..."
"Hush! Have you forgotten what can and cannot be said?"
"Tch! Forget it, let's just ignore him from now on. We should also warn our children not to play with him. He's really too dangerous. Who knows when he might suddenly..."
Mouths that were thirty-some degrees warm spoke words that carried an icy chill. Eyes reflected indifference and even hatred.
This made the little blond walking on the street lower his head in confusion, looking like he wanted to explain but didn't know how to begin.
In the end, he could only walk away with a sagged shoulders and head drop.
Haruto stood behind the crowd, silently watching Naruto leave.
Looking up at the Hokage Rock, the carved faces of the four Hokages seemed to be silently guarding the village.
"Indeed, I've come to the world of Naruto. This is Konoha and Judging by Naruto appearance of five or six years old, about the same as me, it seems there's still about six years until the main plot begins."
Thinking of this, Haruto decisively turned and headed home.
His house was in a relatively remote part of the village, quite far from the market streets. It took him nearly half a day to get there.
There were fewer residents here compared to the bustling market area, but the trade-off was that each household had more land, with most having a small courtyard.
Haruto pushed open the gate to his courtyard, his gaze sweeping over the vegetable patch on one side. The vegetables were growing well this season, lush green and tender making one mouth water.
On the other side of the yard hung a rack of meat, surrounded by fishing nets to prevent birds and cats from stealing food.
Looking at the base of the walls, there were some dried sweet potatoes laid out and hanging above the window were two strings of orange peels.
It felt very surreal!
"Growing vegetables in your own yard, making cured meat and dried sweet potatoes, even collecting orange peels - these are skills ingrained in the DNA of Chinese people. Perhaps I might actually be reincarnated, just temporarily without memories, and these actions were all subconscious behaviors. Until yesterday when I extracted chakra, that's when my past life memories awakened."
Haruto remembered clearly that not long ago, he had successfully passed the ninja academy exam and received his admission notice.
So, he had been training hard these days, until last night when he first successfully extracted chakra, and then suddenly fainted.
Afterwards, it was like he was dreaming and the dream was full of memories from his past life.
To confirm some things, early the next morning, he ran to the market area.
Seeing the Hokage Rock he also found familiar shops from the Naruto anime like Ichiraku Ramen, Yakiniku Q, Yamanaka Flower Shop, and Ninja Tools Shop.
He had even just seen a young Uzumaki Naruto, which confirmed that he had truly reincarnated in the world of Naruto.
Moreover, he roughly determined the current timeline.
Now looking at the familiar surroundings in the yard, he deduced that he might not have taken over someone else body and that all the memories here belonged to him, which finally allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief.
However, this was just Haruto psychological factor, which might not be very important.
What was important was that he had come to this dangerous world!
As is well known, the world of Naruto is extremely dangerous and twisted, with world-destroying events happening frequently and occasional lapses in humanity.
Watching the anime only evoked feelings of excitement and emotion, but now that he had actually reincarnated here, he couldn't help but tremble in fear.
Fortunately, this world had arranged for a savior, so there was no need to worry about the world destruction.
As long as he abandoned the idea of saving the world, respected the world fate and also respected the savior destiny, he could just focus on living his own life to the fullest.
There was no need to think too much about other matters.
Haruto determined his survival guidelines, then quickly closed the yard gate and hurried back to the house to dig out his parents belongings.
A record scroll, two kunai, ten shuriken, a ninja tool pouch, and ten thousand ryo of Fire Country currency.
The record scroll contained nothing more than methods for chakra extraction, the Three Body Technique, and some experience with throwing kunai and shuriken, which wasn't of much value.
There was no help for it, Haruto father was just an unremarkable genin with average abilities, only skilled in throwing ninja tools and the Three Body Technique.
He was lucky enough not to die in the Nine-Tails' attack, but sacrificed himself during a subsequent escort mission, leaving behind basically nothing.
It was said that the culprit had already been brought to justice, so now there wasn't even a nemesis to pursue.
Haruto was only three years old at that time.
Haruto mother was an ordinary person who, upon hearing the tragic news, was devastated and managed to raise Haruto until he was five before passing away.
An orphan start, the isekai setting truly didn't deceive me.
But it's also good, in such a dangerous and twisted world, having fewer attachments might allow one to live better.
If one day he accidentally became a rogue ninja, he could leave without worries, not having to be concerned about his parents.
Of course, humans are social animals and cannot endure long-term loneliness, so making some friends or finding a partner in the future wouldn't be bad either.
Haruto flipped through the record scroll, then quickly closed it and set it aside.
He had read the contents of the scroll countless times, and even memorized the hand seals for the Three Body Technique by heart.
All that was left was to practice more.
He put the scroll and ninja tools back into the ninja tool pouch, but couldn't help but twitch his mouth when he picked up the ten thousand ryo.
1 ryo = 10 yen , ten thousand ryo ≈ 100000 yen.
What could you do with one hundred thousand yen?
A regular bowl of Ichiraku ramen seemed to cost 60 ryo.
If he ate a bowl of Ichiraku ramen for every meal, three times a day, ten thousand ryo wouldn't even last two months.
How was one supposed to survive?
Oh right, orphans seemed to get a subsidy, less than two thousand ryo per month, which could only ensure they didn't starve to death.
"While one may not starve to death, a child growth cannot do without proper nutrition. Otherwise, the body won't develop well, which means less chakra, and less chakra means limited future achievements. Although I don't expect to make great accomplishments, if I can't even reach the level of a Kage, wouldn't this reincarnation be in vain?"
Haruto frowned, putting away the ten thousand ryo, pondering how to make money.
He couldn't shortchange himself, nor could he let himself live as miserably as Uzumaki Naruto, who couldn't even eat properly.
At least Naruto had the Uzumaki body and the Nine-Tails to charge him up, but eating instant ramen and drinking expired milk every day still made him a short kid.
Any other child would probably have died of malnutrition long ago.
Just thinking about a life of instant ramen for every meal made Haruto shudder.
For someone from the modern world, such a life would be nothing short of a disaster.
"But I'm only six years old, damn it! How am I supposed to make money at six? It's fortunate that before awakening my past life memories, I knew how to grow vegetables and make cured meat, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to take care of myself at all. However, I'm about to start ninja school, and the training intensity will definitely increase. I'll need more nutrition, and continuing with my previous diet certainly won't be enough. How can I make money?"