Naruto: Konoha’s Trickster, Starting as the Seven-Tails Jinchūriki Chapter 528: Successfully Deceived, Entering the Village

Kazuyama stood at the gate, a Grass ninja keeping watch beside him. The sight drew plenty of curious looks, most from villagers passing by.

"Alright, very good… you've actually got standing here like this."

"Chōi, up the dose. Compress the Scale Powder in every pill by another ten percent. Diarrhea, vomiting, exhaustion—max out every negative effect you can."

Chōi chuckled darkly. He had been waiting for this and imdiately got to work.

To onlookers, Kazuyama was just fiddling with a dicine bottle. But to the man and the insect, they were mixing poison right in front of their future victims. It was a rare kind of thrill, and Kazuyama's mood was already improving.

Before long, the ninja who had taken a pill earlier returned, looking surprised—clearly whatever the village pharmacist had told him had gone beyond his expectations.

"How was it?"

"Good stuff. The pharmacy owner said it's packed with all kinds of herbs—definitely quality dicine."

That short exchange was enough to make the other ninja—the one who'd mocked Kazuyama earlier—stare in shock. He quickly looked at the old man still playing with his pills. The contempt in his eyes was gone, replaced entirely by disbelief.

This old codger was really a pharmacist? And he could make dicine this good?

"Did the owner say how much it costs?"

"No, but judging from his reaction, it's not cheap."

With that, the two guards stepped forward again.

"Sir, you can enter the village now, but… how much are you selling those pills for?"

"Can you sell us a few first?"

They didn't dare delay now. Supplies like this were clearly limited—if they didn't buy while they could, they'd regret it later.

Kazuyama withdrew the dicine bottle—really just to hide the fact that he and Chōi had already finished spiking the entire batch. With Chōi's massive chakra reserves, compressing it into Scale Powder and infusing the pills was child's play.

"So? Done with the appraisal?"

"Didn't I tell you I wasn't lying?"

"Hmph."

Their earlier smirks were gone, replaced by awkward chuckles. They didn't dare mouth off again.

Kazuyama snorted.

"One hundred thousand ryō a pill. Strengthens the body, boosts chakra—that's the price. Once I'm sold out, I'm gone. I need to get back to researching more dicine.

Hmph, if I wasn't short on funds, I wouldn't be selling at all. Look at —ninety years old and still in better shape than the two of you."

He stretched and twisted for emphasis, and the two gatekeepers couldn't help but stare.

They thought, This old man's not bluffing—he's bouncing on the spot without breaking a sweat… and look at those arm muscles. What a monster.

"Hehe, sir, you're too modest."

"Brother, I'll go grab the money. I'll pay for yours too—you can pay back later."

The one who'd mocked him earlier dashed off toward ho. None of them carried that much cash on missions, so he had to fetch it.

"What, I have to wait again?"

Kazuyama scowled for show. Inside, he was delighted—having these two as his first custors, in front of half the village watching, was perfect free advertising.

"Won't be long, sir. Look—he's already back. We ninjas are fast, haha."

The returning guard hurried over, handing him two hundred thousand ryō.

"Sir, two pills—we'll just take two for now."

Cautious as they were, they understood dicine shouldn't be overused. If it worked, they could always co back for more.

"Only two? What, is Kusagakure that poor? I thought you'd take ten or so.

Fine, here. Rember—swallow whole, don't chew. If anything happens, I'm not responsible."

Kazuyama plucked two pills from the bottle and handed them over. The guards popped them straight into their mouths, waiting for the effect.

"Kazuyama, this dicine really won't be a problem, right?"

"Of course not. Orochimaru made it. Didn't you hear the pharmacist say it's fine? Relax."

Kazuyama had full confidence in Orochimaru's work—he'd stolen plenty of these pills for himself, and they'd all been effective. That was why he could recomnd Orochimaru to the Land of Waterfalls' daimyō without worry. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NoveI★Fire

Within monts, the two guards were wearing satisfied smiles.

"Not bad, not bad."

"Doesn't taste great, but good dicine's always bitter."

"After I swallowed it, I could feel my chakra starting to flow—haha!"

"Please, sir, co in."

The grateful guards ushered him into the village, unaware of the disaster they were inviting in.

"Hmm… where's the busiest part of your village? Or where the most ninjas gather?"

"For regular folks, this dicine just strengthens the body. But for ninjas—well, you've felt it yourselves. Feels good, right?"

Kazuyama stroked his beard with the air of a master. The guards nodded eagerly and pointed the way.

"Head straight north. That's where the ninjas live—plenty of people there."

"Sir, may your business prosper. I'll co by later to buy more."

They couldn't leave their post, and they didn't have much spare money on hand, but at least each had bought one pill—good enough for now.

"Alright, I'll give you a twenty percent discount next ti. And to the friends watching—if anyone wants to buy dicine, I'd appreciate a guide."

As he stepped into Kusagakure, Kazuyama smiled.

Earlier, plenty of villagers had seen the gate guards take his dicine, so now several were clamoring to show him the way. Inside, Kazuyama was laughing—he didn't even need to advertise.

It didn't take long for word of an old man selling powerful dicine to spread through every street and alley, with many swearing they'd seen the effects themselves.

By the ti he reached the northern district, a crowd had already gathered, eager to see for themselves.

"Whoa, Kazuyama, that's a lot of people."

"How co I never noticed so many before?"

Chōi stared at the sea of faces, baffled. And truth be told, even Kazuyama was wondering—where had they all co from?

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