Konoha Ninja Shop System

Outside the hotel.

"Master Peter, is the buyer you mentioned already here?" a curious White Zetsu asked.

"Yes," Peter replied with a smirk. "That fat guy looks foolish, but he's definitely loaded." He adjusted his cloak slightly. "You all just wait here for my good news."

With that, Peter strolled confidently into the hotel.

"Do you think Master Peter can pull this off?" one White Zetsu asked.

"Of course! Don't forget, Lord Peter used to be a senior executive at the company. Even if he's resigned now, his keen eye is still as sharp as ever!"

"That's true! Seeing how confident Master Peter is, we might as well relax and look forward to a good life ahead!"

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Inside the hotel.

The fat man sat restlessly on the sofa, fidgeting with his hands and glancing at the door every few seconds.

"Why hasn't Peter returned yet?" he mumbled nervously. "I really hope this company has what I need… My happiness for the rest of my life depends on this!"

As time ticked by, the fat man's anxiety continued to grow. Just when he was about to give up hope, Peter's voice echoed from outside the door.

"I'm back!"

The fat man, who had been slumped like a deflated balloon, suddenly sprang to life. He leapt up from the sofa, rushed to the door, and flung it open in two swift motions.

It was hard to believe that a man of his size could move so quickly and energetically.

"Ah, Master Peter! You're finally here!" the fat man greeted enthusiastically. "I've been waiting so long, the flowers have nearly withered from boredom!" His eyes sparkled with hope. "Master Peter, please tell me—does your company have what I'm looking for?"

Peter walked in calmly and settled into the sofa, observing the fat man with mild amusement. Then, in a flat tone, he said, "I'm really sorry… Wanshitong Company doesn't have what you want."

The glow in the fat man's eyes immediately dimmed. It was as if his spirit had been sucked away in an instant. He stood there, stunned, muttering to himself, "So… that's how it is…"

Just as the despair settled in, Peter added, "But... while Wanshitong Company doesn't have what you're after, I happen to have it in my possession."

The fat man, who had been staring at the floor, suddenly lifted his head. His face lit up with shock and uncontainable joy.

"Master Peter… are you serious? You're not joking, right?"

The unexpected good news hit him like a lightning bolt. He didn't stop to analyze the contradiction in Peter's words. All he knew was that his second brother—his "dear brother," dormant for years—was about to rise again!

"Of course I'm serious," Peter said with a faint smile. He pulled a small bottle of blue pills from his pocket and placed it on the table.

The fat man's eyes widened, fixed on the bottle like it was a treasure. A blend of confusion and anticipation swirled in his gaze.

After a moment, he gulped and asked hesitantly, "Master Peter… is this really the thing I've been looking for?"

To be honest, he couldn't believe that a few tiny blue pills could hold such miraculous power. Could they really heal his "brother" and restore the glory of his youth?

Peter didn't answer right away. Instead, he picked up a pack of cigarettes from the table, took one out, and held it between his fingers with practiced ease. Then, he lit it, inhaled deeply, and slowly exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

Only then did he speak. "You'll know whether it works once you try it. But let me be upfront—this bottle doesn't come cheap."

The fat man waved his hand dismissively. "Master Peter, I have everything but a shortage of money! Just tell me how to use it!"

Seeing the fat man's eagerness and overflowing wallet, Peter smirked. "Simple. Just take one pill before action."

"So easy?" the fat man exclaimed. Without hesitation, he opened the bottle, took out a pill, and popped it into his mouth.

As soon as the pill hit his stomach, a warm sensation spread rapidly through his body. Within seconds, his lower abdomen began to heat up, and a wave of searing energy surged through him.

And then it happened—his long-dormant second brother suddenly woke up!

The fat man gasped, his mouth hanging open in shock. "I… I haven't felt this in years!"

It felt like a powerful current had surged straight to his second brother, as if every cell was pulsing with vitality. The overwhelming energy was too much to contain.

Feeling like he might explode if he didn't release the pressure, the fat man sprang to his feet and dashed out of the room like a bullet.

"Master Peter, wait for me! I'll be back soon!" he shouted as his voice trailed off down the hallway.

Peter watched the scene in amazement. "Damn… is it really that effective?" he murmured.

His gaze drifted back to the open bottle on the table. The fat man's ecstatic expression replayed in his mind.

Driven by curiosity, Peter picked up one of the pills and held it between his fingers.

"I wonder what it feels like…"

The temptation proved too great. Making sure no one was watching, he quickly popped the blue pill into his mouth.

At first, nothing happened.

"Huh? Nothing? I guess—"

But before he could finish that thought, a burning sensation erupted inside him like wildfire.

A wave of intense heat swept through every inch of his body.

"Whoa! This… this feels amazing!"

Warmth spread through his limbs, and Peter's eyes lit up with glee. After being a White Zetsu for so long, this was the first time he'd ever felt genuine warmth.

"Hehehe! This is incredible!" he giggled, his face flushed red.

It was like a drug—no, it was a drug. And he had willingly taken it.

But the excitement quickly turned into panic.

Soon, the heat grew unbearable.

"Damn it! Why is it so hot?!" Peter cried, falling to the ground and writhing in discomfort.

His pale skin turned a disturbing shade of red, as if he'd been roasted.

"Ahhhh! I'm never taking random pills again!" he screamed, sweat pouring down his face. "I feel like I'm going to die!"

Suddenly, he remembered—there's water in the bathroom!

Summoning all his remaining strength, Peter crawled toward the bathroom like a wounded soldier on a battlefield.

Once inside, he immediately turned on the cold tap and filled the bathtub. Then, without a second thought, he dove straight in.

"Ssssssssss…"

As his body hit the water, it sounded like red-hot metal meeting ice. Thick steam rose from the tub.

Time passed slowly.

Eventually, the redness of Peter's skin faded back to its original pale tone. He lay slumped over the edge of the tub, panting heavily.

"I'm never taking random pills again… I almost died…" he whispered.

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Outside the hotel.

The White Zetsus waiting outside exchanged puzzled glances.

"Did you hear Master Peter screaming just now?"

"I think I did… it sounded kind of painful."

Just then, another White Zetsu stepped forward and whispered, "Hey… do you think Master Peter is involved in some unknown business?"

"What kind of business?" asked another curiously. "Is it something shady?"

The first Zetsu grinned mischievously and whispered even softer, "It's PY business!"

"Huh? What's PY business?" the others asked, even more confused. "Why haven't we heard of that before?"

The mysterious Zetsu grinned and slowly pulled out an old, yellowed book from his robes.

The other Zetsus crowded around eagerly.

On the cover were four large, bold characters: Intimate Paradise.

The mystery deepened.

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