Naruto: Reincarnated with a programmable system core.

The merchant adjusted his robes nervously as he approached the secluded meeting spot Hiroshi had given him. It was a clearing near the edge of a mist-covered lake.

Standing casually near the water's edge was Hiroshi, dressed in his disguise. He wore his signature Oni mask, leaning on a tree with his arms crossed.

"Right on time," Hiroshi called, "I was starting to think you might chicken out."

The merchant bristled, clutching a leather satchel filled with documents and supplies. "I don't appreciate being toyed with,"

Hiroshi chuckled, pushing off the tree and strolling toward him. "Relax, old man. I'm not here to toy with you. I'm here to change your life."

The merchant's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "So you say. But let's see if you're actually serious."

Hiroshi gestured for the merchant to follow him, leading him to a makeshift wooden table set up under a canopy of trees. On the table were several scrolls and a single, glowing crystal that pulsed faintly with chakra.

Inside the cryistel marchent can see somting moving—someting alive.

The merchant's eyes widened. "Is that...?"

"Not for sale," Hiroshi interrupted, "Focus on the scrolls. These," he said, tapping a stack of blueprints, "are the schematics for the storage scrolls you're drooling over.

Improved capacity, stackable storage, reinforced seals to prevent leaks—basically everything you've ever dreamed of selling."

The merchant reached for the blueprints eagerly, but Hiroshi slapped his hand away.

"Not so fast," Hiroshi said, grinning. "We need to talk terms first."

The merchant scowled but crossed his arms, clearly impatient. "Fine. What are your demands?"

Hiroshi pulled out a chair and sat down, leaning back like he owned the place.

"Simple. First, you give me 80% of whatever you make selling these scrolls. Not negotiable."

The merchant's jaw dropped. "Eighty percent?! That's outrageous!"

"Outrageous?" Hiroshi raised an eyebrow.

"You came to me, remember? Without these blueprints, you're just another guy selling basic storage scrolls.

I'm offering you something revolutionary—something that'll make you the richest merchant in the Land of Water—no in all five nations. Eighty percent is a bargain."

The merchant opened his mouth to argue but stopped himself. He knew Hiroshi was right. With these scrolls, his business would dominate the market.

"Fine," he said through gritted teeth. "What else?"

Hiroshi leaned forward, his smirk fading into a more serious expression.

"Second condition: you join the resistance against the Mizukage. Quietly, of course. I'll make sure your involvement is... subtle. But you'll funnel funds and resources to Mei and her group. They need financial support, and you're going to provide it."

The merchant hesitated, his face pale. "Do you have any idea what the Mizukage would do to me if he found out?"

Hiroshi's smile returned, but this time it was sharper, more dangerous. "Do you have any idea what I'll do to you if you say no?" Hiroshi relesed his chkra presser.

The merchant swallowed hard–his whole body was paralysed under tremendous chkra presser, but he can't back out now.

glancing at the glowing crystal on the table–contaning living bing, a human.

He had no doubt this blond stranger was more dangerous than he looked.

"Alright," the merchant said in trembling voice.

"I agree to your terms. Eighty percent of my profits and support for the resistance."

Hiroshi clapped his hands together, his grin broadening. "Now that's the spirit! I knew you were a smart man."

He slid the blueprints across the table, and the merchant took them with trembling hands. As he leafed through the intricate designs, his eyes lit up with excitement.

"This... this is incredible," the merchant muttered, almost forgetting his fear. "I can't believe these are real."

"They're real," Hiroshi said, standing up. "And they're yours. Just remember our deal. Break it, and…."

The merchant nodded quickly. "I won't break it. You have my word!"

…

From the shadows, Konan observed the entire exchange, her arms crossed and a faint smirk tugging at her lips. She stepped into the clearing as the merchant hurried off, clutching the blueprints like they were the most precious thing in the world.

"You're sure he won't betray us?" She asked.

"Do you ever seen how they train wild animal, to become absolutly loyal?

…It all about reward and fear. He won't even think about betraing us."

…

It's been week, Today all high ranking members of resistance and Hiroshi and team is gethered in hall of Terumi clan.

The celebration was in full swing. Konan adjusted her traditional kimono, feeling slightly out of place amidst the cheerful atmosphere. She wasn't used to such festivities, let alone ones involving the rebels of the Hidden Mist.

Nearby, Kisame was grinning like a shark, enjoying the attention he was receiving from a group of rebels. Hiroshi, standing a little farther away, wore a traditional yukata.

The crowd parted slightly, revealing Mei, the leader of the resistance, stepping into the celebration. Mei was resplendent in her emerald-green kimono,

"Hiroshi," Mei called. She walked up to him with grace, smiling warmly.

"Our merchant friend is behaving like a loyal dog. I must say, I'm impressed. He's following every command without question."

Hiroshi gave a modest shrug, a faint smile playing on his lips. "It wasn't that hard. People are predictable when you know how to play to their needs."

Mei chuckled, stepping a little closer. "Well, your ability to 'play to their needs' has made our faction stronger than ever. With his help, other merchants are falling in line. Our finances are growing every day."

"You're quite something, Hiroshi," Mei said, her voice softening. She placed a hand lightly on his arm, "A rare find."

Hiroshi scratched the back of his neck, looking sheepish, though Konan could tell he was enjoying the attention. "Well, I just do what needs to be done."

'Why does he always attract these situations?' Konan thought.

Mei leaned in closer to Hiroshi. "If you ever decide you're tired of bing mercenary, you know where to find me."

Before Konan could intervene, Kisame appeared beside her, balancing a heaping plate of food in each hand. "Hey, Konan!" he called, thrusting one of the plates toward her.

"You've got to try this. It's grilled eel or something. Best thing I've had in years."

Konan blinked, startled by the sudden interruption. She reluctantly took the plate, her attention momentarily diverted. "Thanks, Kisame,"

"Don't mention it," Kisame said, grinning.

"You look like you could use a break."

Konan glanced back toward where Mei and Hiroshi had been standing, but they were gone. Her sharp eyes scanned the crowd, but there was no sign of them. She turned to Kisame, who was already digging into food.

"Where did they go?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion.

Kisame shrugged, his mouth full. "Beats me. Probably off to discuss more merchant strategies or something. Want some squid?"

Konan sighed again, resisting the urge to throw the plate at him. "I swear, one day he's going to cause more trouble than he's worth."

'I'm definitely bringing this up with Pain,' she thought. stabbing a piece of eel with her chopsticks.

Kisame, oblivious to her internal turmoil, offered her a skewer of roasted fish. "You've got to lighten up, Konan. It's a party!"

Konan finished her meal thanks to Kisame's persistence, stood up and began walking toward the duo.

But as she approached, she realized they were no longer there in hall. Her eyes darted around the courtyard. Hiroshi and Mei had disappeared.

'Where did they—?' Konan's thoughts were interrupted by the faint sound of voices coming from inside Mei's room.

Her brows furrowed as she walked toward the source of the noise,

The voices grew clearer as she approached a closed door.

"Sorry, I'm bad at this… it's my first." Mei's voice was light, filled with hasitation and... desire.

"Oh, don't worry, I will teach you… the trick to perfect handjob is…." Konan herd sound of knees slaming on ground forcefully, "You have to use your mouth!" Hiroshi replied smoothly.

Konan froze. Her hands clenched into fists as she glared at the door.