CHAPTER 5:Money From The Wind

Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko suddenly said: "I get it! So Elder Sister Yuhua is kind of like Seimei's personal ninja guardian, right? Like how Iruka-sensei used to look after Naruto?"

"More or less."

Suzuki Seimei nodded casually, his tone calm as he subtly steered the topic elsewhere. He disliked flaunting privilege, especially in front of his fellow classmates.

Hearing that, Yoshida Ayumi and Kojima Genta's expressions shifted from surprised to understanding.

If Kurosaki Yuka was just a guardian or attendant, even like a support-type ninja from Konoha or a CP0 escort from the World Government, that was easier to digest.

"You can't rely on that, Seimei! You're not a preschooler anymore. It's time to start taking care of yourself. An amusement park isn't someplace little kids should be running around unsupervised!" Kojima Genta said with mock sternness, stretching out his hand and placing it firmly on Seimei's shoulder like he was laying down ninja law.

"…"

Kurosaki Yuka's eyes twitched slightly as she mentally sighed: You little ball of rice, don't go leading Young Master Seimei astray.

What kind of parents let kids this small wander around amusement parks on their own? Are we living in a filler episode or what? What if a rogue ninja or pirate scooped them up?

"Okay, Moto-kun, since Seimei-kun is here, let's just get to the fun already!" Yoshida Ayumi chirped, tugging the group toward the merry-go-round like she was leading a team of genin into a mission.

Kawaii~

Watching Suzuki Seimei ride the wooden horse with a glowing smile, Kurosaki Yuka couldn't resist pulling out her camera. She began snapping photo after photo, each one capturing his joyous expression.

Her feelings for Suzuki Seimei were never just that of a subordinate. She'd been raised from childhood under the wing of the Suzuki Group, but unlike the others, she saw Seimei not merely as a young master but as something closer to a cherished sibling—or even a future Hokage she'd sworn to protect with her life.

The Suzuki Group had long supported orphans through scholarships and structured ninja-like training. Most graduates were dispatched to satellite branches to work normal lives—clerks, assistants, low-level staff—akin to genin assigned to village D-rank tasks.

Only a gifted few—those with Haki-like instinct or chakra sensitivity—were trained as core guards and personal attendants.

When Suzuki Seimei was born, Yuka had just turned ten. Thanks to her stellar progress in etiquette, combat, and intelligence-gathering (even completing S-rank mock missions in training), she was appointed as his personal maid.

Suzuki Seimei, as the only male heir of the inner Suzuki lineage, was destined to inherit not just a fortune, but the authority to command the Group's vast reach.

Thus, being chosen to serve him was a great honor—and threat.

The other girls her age, especially those trained as attendants, often targeted her out of envy.

She endured humiliation, pranks, and outright sabotage.

One evening, overwhelmed, she burst into tears in Seimei's nursery.

But what she didn't expect was for the toddler Seimei—barely able to stand—wobble over and clumsily wipe her tears with chubby fingers, whispering in a soft, unsteady voice: "Sister don't cry…hug."

From that day forward, Kurosaki Yuka vowed: she would serve him forever, not as a servant, but as a silent shadow—like Zoro to Luffy, or Kakashi to Minato.

"Clap!"

A sudden breeze swept in. Something fluttered and slapped Suzuki Seimei right across the face like a sneak attack from the wind-style jutsu "Great Breakthrough."

"Master Seimei… you really do have the 'Golden Luck' trait," Yuka said, blinking in mild disbelief before smiling gently.

(⊙_⊙)?

Seimei reflexively snatched the object off his face, recognizing the familiar texture and ink-pressed image of a face.

It was a 10,000-yen bill—brand new, with no visible markings or tears. From the feel of it, it definitely wasn't a counterfeit.

Ayumi Yoshida, riding a few paces ahead, turned around and gasped, "Seimei-kun just got hit by money! So it's true—sometimes wind does bring treasure!"

"It's real too! You're so lucky, Seimei!" Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko exclaimed, eyes shining with admiration.

〃＞ dish＜

Kojima Genta clenched his fists in frustration and immediately started scanning the area like a tracker-nin, hoping to spot a second flying bill.

Unlike the other children who remained in awe, Suzuki Seimei calmly stroked his chin. This must be the work of my passive skill—Golden Rule. In game mechanics terms, it made sense: high fortune = higher drop rate.

"Since this bill literally blew into my face, let's treat it like a shared reward drop. Everyone who witnessed it gets a cut! We'll use it for snacks later!"

"Yay~!"

The three kids cheered, raising their fists as if they'd just completed an S-rank mission.

Once the merry-go-round stopped, the squad of sugar-hungry chuunin-wannabes surrounded Seimei and headed to a nearby supermarket.

"If we split the 10,000 yen evenly, that's 2,500 yen per person. We'll each stick to that as our shopping cap. Anything extra, use your own allowance," Seimei suggested as he fanned the bill.

"This distribution's super fair. I'm good with that," Mitsuhiko nodded seriously.

"Then I'm getting two bowls of eel rice!" Kojima Genta declared, pumping his fists.

But Ayumi frowned. "Wait! Genta, you forgot someone. There are five of us! Sister Yuhua gets a share too!"

"…!"

Yuka was momentarily stunned. Then a rare softness surfaced in her eyes.

Ayumi-chan… you truly are an angel. A perfect match for Young Master Seimei.

"But—but she's an adult…" Genta mumbled, clearly hesitant.

"That doesn't matter!" Ayumi said firmly, hands on her hips like a future Hokage in training. "She came to the amusement park with us, so she counts as part of the team!"

"Ayumi's right. I forgot and lumped her share in with mine," Seimei admitted with a smile. He took Yuka's hand. "Let's fix that. Everyone gets 2,000 yen now—five-way split. Let's move out!"

Since Seimei was the one who picked up the money, no one objected to the revised distribution. They rushed off like they were on a timer, eager to secure their loot.

"Ding ding ding…"

Soon the shopping cart was piled with all kinds of snacks—rice balls, pocky sticks, fried squid, red bean cakes, and even one of those limited-edition Senzu Bean-flavored jellies.

But given their overeager selections, nobody managed to keep it to exactly 2,000 yen.

Each one went slightly over budget.

No big deal.

After all…

When money falls from the sky, you're allowed to splurge a little.