If he was as strong as Sukuna and Gojo Satoru, he wouldn't have to worry so much.
Kazuma followed behind the group, and Yuji kept bragging about his heroic deeds to the teachers.
Kazuma opened the system store and saw that there were six items inside.
[Akatsuki Robe]
Price: 300 points
Made of special materials, can provide a certain degree of protection, and cos with an automatic cleaning function.
[Madara's treasured ninjutsu scroll]
Price: 100,000 points
[Gunbai]
Price: 10,000 points
Superior to special grade Cursed Tools
[Obito's Mask]
Price: 1000 points
After wearing it, ocular power can be slowly restored.
[High-precision sniper]
Price: 50,000 points
Tis have changed. Premium Cursed Tool.
[Ichiraku Ran]
Price: 10 points
Naruto's recomndation
Note: After each item is purchased, new items will be randomly added to the shelves. 1,000 points can be spent to refresh actively.
Of these six items, the one that most attracted Kazuma was Madara's Treasured Ninjutsu Scroll.
Madara is a top powerhouse in the world of Naruto.
The ninjutsus that he treasures must be very powerful.
Maybe, S-rank or even forbidden ninjutsu are recorded in that scroll.
Although Kazuma possesses the Mangekyō and Eight Inner Gates, and already has considerable combat power, he doesn't even know a single ninjutsu yet.
Looks like he has to work hard to get points.
After thinking for a while, Kazuma bought the Gunbai that was indestructible.
He also purchased three sets of Akatsuki Robes in preparation for future mbers.
"Hey, what are you daydreaming about? Nanami-sensei is planning to take everyone out for dinner, are you coming?"
Nobara pushed his shoulder and asked.
A big al?
Speaking of which, is Ichiraku Ran delicious?
Anyway, how can he miss a free al?
Kazuma was about to agree.
Suddenly, a faint light flashed from the surveillance cara beside the road, and Kazuma glanced over.
He saw that there was a little bit of cursed energy on the surface of the surveillance cara, which showed that it had been carefully tampered with.
His eyes darkened slightly.
They are hiding the surveillance thod by covering the surface with cursed energy?
Kazuma looked around and saw several figures standing on the balcony of a tall building 200 ters ahead, looking in the direction of Kazuma and others.
Through the Sharingan, he could see that they were faintly emitting weak fluctuations of cursed energy.
It was dark, and even a sorcerer would have difficulty detecting it from such a distance.
But all this did not escape Kazuma's eyes.
He recalled the words of the cursed spirit before its death.
Don't kill , I was forcibly transford by others.
Kazuma sneered.
This matter is indeed not as simple as it seems.
Is it a curse user?
Kazuma looked at everyone and said, "You guys go ahead. I'm a little tired. I'll take the unconscious child ho."
Nobara complained, "What? You are rejecting such a good atmosphere. You really don't understand the mood."
Nanami, who was considerate, said calmly, "Kazuma has just fought against a special-grade cursed spirit alone. It's normal for him to be tired. Let the great hero have a good rest."
Kazuma gave Nanami a look of gratitude.
Yuji said carelessly, "Don't worry, I will pack delicious food for Kazuma. The price is that you have to teach real kung fu."
At this ti, i i, who was answering the phone at the side, ca over.
She first glanced at Kazuma with a smile, and then said, "Sorry, I need to go ho and have a good sleep. I'm sorry, I can't keep you company."
After saying that, she left alone.
After bidding farewell to everyone, Kazuma pretended to take a taxi back.
Ten minutes later
The place was empty.
Whoosh!
A vortex appeared on the spot, and the space vibrated slightly.
On the rooftop
A man wearing a white mask, a fire cloud robe, and a round fan on his back appeared.
From the holes of the mask, two eyes that reflected the soul glowed in the darkness.
This person was Kazuma, who had just left in a taxi.
He glanced at the old surveillance cara across the street.
It's location was very hidden.
Coupled with the fact that cursed energy was used to cover it, ordinary people and even sorcerers couldn't detect it unless they paid attention.
A cool breeze blew by, and his robe fluttered in the wind.
The Akatsuki Robe purchased from the system store was of very good quality.
It was not only comfortable to wear, but also weightless and had no impact on combat.
The most important thing was that it had a self-cleaning function.
There was no need to clean it. This was very convenient for a lazy guy like him.
Looking at the crows flying across the sky, Kazuma seed to be lost in thought.
In an empty room at Kazuma's feet, i i was sitting with her legs crossed and eating lon seeds.
Under the dim light, her beautiful pair of legs in black stockings appeared shiny and glossy.
Her half-hanging black high-heeled shoes were swaying mischievously, and her feet that were wrapped in black stockings seed like it could be completely exposed at any ti.
With the crow's shared vision, she saw everything about the mysterious masked man who had appeared out of nowhere on the roof.
She opened her red lips slightly, "Haha, do you think you can hide it from by changing your clothes, Kazuma?"
"It seems that you have a lot of secrets. I hope you don't do anything that will disappoint everyone."
In the phone call just now, Yaga stated his request. She was too lazy to care about such boring things.
But, Yaga gave too much, and it just so happened that she had recently set her eyes on an expensive bag.
So, she took on this task.
On the rooftop, Kazuma ignored the crows and headed towards the tall building.
In the night, Kazuma blended into the darkness, shuttling between the buildings.
...
Inside a high-rise building
Several curse users gathered together. The big screen in front of them showed a recording of Kazuma and the others.
"Sir, it was that kid who had killed the human-faced worm we had worked so hard to cultivate."
"We were only one step away from success."
A dark-skinned man with an afro gritted his teeth.
"Damn it! I clearly transferred Gojo Satoru away, but I didn't expect there to be another expert."
That special-grade cursed spirit had been cultivated at great cost, and it had already devoured nearly a thousand humans.
As long as it devoured these sorcerers, it could have completed the transformation.
At that ti, he could absorb that cursed spirit and reach first grade.
But who would have thought that the carefully planned strategy would be ruined by a young boy?
The speaker was a middle-aged man with huge muscles and a hair that looked like it was on fire.
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