Chapter 137

The only condition of such a luxurious gift was six months of work for the Anbu from the conditional opening of the shop. Considering that in a day one clone with a tenth of my reserve can draw about a hundred different seals, you can imagine the production quantity per month. And all of this will be bought by the village.

Of course, I was handed a list of desired seals, but there was nothing particularly difficult there. Explosive, shocking, basic barrier, chakra-suppressing, paralyzing, and sensory. Everything that was previously supplied by the Uzumaki. Considering that I only saw the first two for sale, I'm ready to bet that all the seals being sold will go straight to the front line.

A month of renovation and reconstruction followed the purchase, also paid for by the clan. They even dug and reinforced a basement floor for me at my first request! Saya took care of the necessary furniture, and I undertook to erect protective barriers both on the entire territory and on the house itself, allocating space for the shop. I had to work hard, but digging through the Mito library, I found a standard way of building protection, which was used by former fuinjutsu masters living in Konoha.

It was very lucky that among the gifts given by the red-haired relatives, there was a small artifact specifically designed to support and feed security seals, barriers, and other stuff requiring chakra for their operation, such as lighting or water. We have almost the same thing at home, but with a larger volume. It's enough to pour in one of my reserves, ensuring normal operation of the entire system for about six months, not counting unforeseen situations like infiltration attempts.

Of course, it took a lot of time again, albeit with the use of a larger number of shadow clones at the cost of a slight migraine, but after a very insignificant amount of time compared to the scale of the work carried out, the house was fully ready.

As a small bonus, genjutsu specialists from the Anbu hid the entire building under a stable illusion, allowing only shinobi and kunoichi of chunin level or higher, besides the owners, to notice the shop. For genin, the arsenal of seals sold in regular weapon shops or issued in the Arsenal will be enough, and if necessary, their teacher can also stock up. In my opinion, it's a very sensible idea.

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After turning off the annoying alarm clock, I rubbed my eyes and, throwing off the blanket, sat up. Ugh. I don't feel like getting up, especially if I remember what day it is today — the day I enroll in the academy for the final year. With a sigh, I looked at the peacefully sleeping Saya nearby and, restraining the curses from the stiffness resulting from yesterday's intense physical training, got out of bed.

Yeah, it wasn't worth pushing myself to almost complete chakra depletion yesterday or going to bed at four in the morning. The alarm clock showed only six o'clock in the morning, and there was enough time before classes for me to get myself together, do my usual training, and have a hearty breakfast.

Without much effort, I created a couple of shadow clones without seals, and I sent one to the bathroom while the other started preparing breakfast for two — even if Mom gets up later, a small seal on the bottom of the plate won't let the food get cold.

It took about twenty minutes for morning procedures, washing, and subsequent hair styling and braiding of my luxurious locks, and when I changed into clean, pre-prepared clothes, breakfast was already on the table, and the clone dispersed upon my arrival.

Finishing rice with boiled eggs and meat salad in one sitting and washing it all down with a cup of tea, I washed the dishes and headed out for a warm-up jog before the morning training session. Since the training seals had only recently been upgraded to the next level of intensity, after an hour and a half, I crawled back into the house soaking wet and quite tired. Since there were still a full sixty minutes left until D-Day, I allowed myself the luxury of soaking in the bath for a bit.

After properly drying off after the water procedures and tossing my sweaty uniform into the laundry basket, I came across the half-asleep Saya, who was almost feeling her way around and swaying from side to side. Mom never excelled in instant reactions, and even more so since the injury, so the disheveled hair and semi-zombified look always made me want to laugh, suppressed only by the realization of imminent retribution if I couldn't hold it in.

"Good morning!"

"Mo... rning," mumbled Mom indistinctly without opening her eyes and began to collapse onto me, "bath."

Catching her and catching the sleepy murmuring, I just snorted with laughter — such scenes in the morning happen at least once a week. Man, I wouldn't mind being pampered like that too! They say you get used to good things quickly, so Saya wasn't going to give up some of the habits she acquired during her illness. Well, you can indulge a little, considering there's still plenty of time to spare.

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