This ninja in Naruto is unscientific

Chapter 70 Civilian Equipment

In the northwest corner of Konoha's commercial street, there is a shop called "Tenshio Ninja Tools".

In the VIP reception room at the back of the shop, the air was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood and... a hint of awkward silence.

"Assistant Nishikawa, and... Captain Fugaku."

The speaker was the shop owner, Tian Xiyue.

She looked to be in her early twenties, with a shrewd and capable face. Her hair was styled in two distinctive buns on top of her head. She wore a short cheongsam with a red background and gold thread, and white exercise pants for easy movement.

At this moment, she was gently fanning herself with a folding fan embroidered with a round fan, while looking at the two people opposite her with the shrewd eyes of a businesswoman.

"It's not that I don't respect the police department."

Tian Xiyue stretched out her slender fingers and fiddled with the strangely shaped little red jar on the table, her brows furrowing slightly: "But your so-called civilian self-defense ninja tools really have no market in Konoha."

She pointed to the shelves outside, her voice crisp like abacus beads falling to the ground: "Those who come here are all legitimate ninjas. They want steel kunai, explosive tags, and weapons that can kill. What would ordinary people buy these for? They have kitchen knives for chopping vegetables and brooms for self-defense. And you want me to use the most conspicuous spot by the door to sell these... Isn't that like making me set up a street stall in this prime real estate?"

Nishikawa Tetsu sat on the sofa and looked at the person who looked 70% like Tenten. He knew in his heart that this was probably Tenten's mother, the little rich girl. He hadn't seen her in the anime, but he had met her here.

He wasn't angry; he simply took a sip of tea.

"Boss, you're viewing the world through a ninja's lens. Do you think ordinary people don't need self-defense? Especially with the recent increase in homeless vendors and migrant workers, aren't housewives afraid to walk alone at night? Aren't elderly people worried about running the shop alone?"

"I'm worried, but they don't have chakra!" Tian Xiyue spread her hands and snapped her folding fan shut. "Without chakra, we can't even throw a kunai accurately, and we might even hurt ourselves."

"Therefore, our product—does not require chakra."

Nishikawa Tetsu picked up the small red can on the table: "Pepper spray, just press a button. And this stun gun, just turn it on."

"Oh dear, I understand the logic," Tian Xiyue shook her head, her abacus clicking away. "But this can of chili water is priced at five hundred taels? That's enough to buy half a fine steel kunai! The aunties in Konoha will haggle for ages over a few taels of scallion, who would be willing to pay this much?"

Nishikawa Tetsu smiled, just about to say a few more words of advice.

Fugaku Uchiha, who had been sitting silently to the side like a statue of a demon, suddenly made a move.

He slowly put down his teacup.

"bite."

The porcelain cup collided with the table, making a crisp, yet somewhat jarring, sound.

Fugaku crossed his arms, the cuffs of his dark blue police uniform slightly rolled up, revealing the chilling red and white fan-shaped family crest.

He didn't speak, but simply raised his eyelids slightly, his dark eyes quietly gazing at Tian Xiyue.

That gaze, calm and indifferent, yet carrying an innate air of superior authority, was like scrutinizing a suspect about to be taken back to the interrogation room for a chat.

Tian Xiyue's hand, which was waving a fan, froze instantly.

As a businesswoman who had been working in Konoha for many years, she knew all too well what that look meant.

In Konoha, you can bargain with the Hokage, but never offend those madmen of the Uchiha clan.

The rumors that this young clan leader had previously gone mad to save his companions were particularly chilling.

"Ahem... Of course!"

Tian Xiyue's tone suddenly took a 180-degree turn, her shrewd face instantly filled with a warm smile, and she began to wave her folding fan merrily.

"Since Captain Fugaku personally came to discuss the cooperation, it shows he thinks highly of our little shop. Even if we lose money, I have to support the police department's reform efforts. It's just a counter, right? I have one, the most conspicuous one by the entrance."

"However..." Tian Xiyue cautiously held up two fingers, tentatively saying, "Let's agree on this first, how about we start with sixty items to test the waters? After all, this will tie up my capital, and my business is so small..."

"Sure," Nishikawa Tetsu readily agreed. "Sixty pieces it is, but boss, don't blame me if we run out of stock."

"Out of stock?" Tian Xiyue inwardly scoffed, but on the surface, she smiled brightly. "Thank you for your kind words, thank you for your kind words."

But in my heart I was thinking: If I can sell just one of these little kids' toys, I'll eat this whole counter!

……

The next day.

A rather inconspicuous banner was hung at the entrance of Tianxi Ninja Tool Shop:

[Officially Certified by the Police Department: First Batch of Civilian Safety Equipment Released – No Chakra Required, Suitable for the Whole Family!]

Just as Tian Xiyue had predicted, when the door was first opened, no one paid any attention.

The ninjas who entered glanced at the strange-looking objects, scoffed "toys," and headed straight for the kunai section inside.

Tian Xiyue, dressed in a cheongsam, sat behind the tall counter, one hand supporting her chin, the other idly fiddling with an abacus. Looking at the pile of chili water, she pondered how to find a respectable excuse to return this batch of goods to the police department in a few days.

Around 10 a.m., a housewife carrying a shopping basket and looking somewhat frail passed by the door.

"Huh? No chakra needed?" The housewife stopped and looked at the banner curiously before walking in.

"Boss, how do I use this?" The housewife picked up a bottle of pepper spray.

Just as Tian Xiyue was about to give a perfunctory reply like "just press it like that," the "assistant" arranged by Xi Chuanche—a kind-looking civilian employee of the police department dressed in plainclothes—immediately came forward.

"Ma'am, look, this is called pepper spray. I heard there's been some drunkard causing trouble in the next neighborhood lately?"

"That's right!" The housewife perked up at this, slapping her thigh and saying, "I'm so scared that I don't dare to go out to take out the trash at night, and my husband is often away on missions."

"Then you'll need to prepare one of these."

The civilian staff member picked up the sprayer and pressed it against a discarded wooden board by the door.

"Sizzle—"

A plume of red mist shot out, and even though it was two meters away, the air was instantly filled with a pungent, spicy smell.

"Cough cough cough!"

Tian Xiyue, sitting behind the counter, was the first to be hit, coughing repeatedly and tears welling up in her eyes. She quickly covered her mouth and nose with a fan, exclaiming, "Ouch! What is that smell? It's so pungent!"

"This is premium capsaicin imported from the Land of Rain, refined using the technology of the police department."

Although the clerical staff also choked, they still pointed at Tian Xiyue, who was coughing, and dutifully lowered their voices:

"Look, even the boss, who's seen it all, was choked to tears. Just spray it in a bad guy's face, no matter how strong he is, and he'll immediately be crying and snotting his eyes, unable to open them, and incapacitated for at least ten minutes!"

"Ten minutes is enough time for you to run home or call our police department. Most importantly—it's not illegal; it's self-defense!"

The housewife's eyes lit up instantly, looking at the red jar in her hand as if it were a lifeline.

Five hundred taels? That's not cheap.

But if it can bring peace of mind, then this money is just a matter of buying two fewer pieces of clothing!

"Give me two bottles! One for me and one for my daughter!"

"Okay!"

This deal was like toppling the first domino.

It was peak shopping season, and the speed at which housewives spread information was comparable to the intelligence network of the Ninja World War.

"Hey, did you hear? The ninja tool shop sells that amazing gadget that can cure perverts!"

"No chakra needed? Really?"

"Go buy it quickly, I see her shop doesn't have much stock left."

In less than half an hour, the once quiet counter was packed with people.

Not only housewives, but also many elderly people and small shop owners who do not want to hire ninjas.

"Boss, I need that stun gun. I need it to keep wild dogs away!"

"Give me a set of home security stickers, I want to stick them on my cash register!"

"Do you still have pepper spray? I'll buy it all; I need to give some to the female employees in the store!"

Tian Xiyue sat behind the counter, staring blankly at the ever-increasing amount of banknotes in her hand.

She's been calculating so much money she's practically burning out; she's been making so much money her hands are sore.

"This...this actually works?"

Watching the crowd of civilians frantically buying up ninja tools, she felt her own career was being challenged. When did civilians become more enthusiastic about buying ninja tools than ninjas themselves?

"Boss! We're out of stock! Do you have any left in the warehouse?" the clerk shouted as he ran over, sweating profusely.

"Huh? All sixty pieces sold out already?"

"There are still more than a dozen people queuing outside, all urging for their orders to be fulfilled. One older woman even said she wouldn't leave until she got her hands on some!"

Tian Xiyue suddenly stood up, her fair legs exposed by the slit of her cheongsam. Looking at the empty counter, a wave of regret washed over her.

Why did you have to be so sarcastic and say you'd only get sixty pieces?

This isn't a slow-moving product; it's clearly a goose that lays golden eggs!

……

Lunchtime, police department canteen.

Nishikawa Tetsu was eating when Fugaku sat opposite him, leisurely sipping his soup and enjoying a rare afternoon nap.

"Knock knock knock!"

A series of hurried footsteps approached.

The usually elegant and dignified Tian Xiyue was seen running into the cafeteria, panting heavily.

Her hair was a little loose, and fine beads of sweat hung on her forehead. She was still clutching the folding fan tightly in her hand, completely lacking the composure she had shown yesterday.

"Assistant Che! Assistant Che!"

She jogged to Nishikawa Tetsu's table, her face plastered with a fawning smile, her usually shrewd eyes now filled with eagerness.

"Oh, Mr. Tianxi, what a rare guest." Xi Chuan Che put down his chopsticks, feigning surprise. "What's wrong? Unable to sell your goods, so you're here to return them?"

"No, no, no! How could that be! Look at what you're saying!"

Tian Xiyue covered her face with her fan, smiled somewhat shyly, and said in a soft, sweet voice:

"It's out of stock! Completely out of stock! Those sixty items from this morning are gone in the blink of an eye. Now customers are blocking my shop door and won't leave. They're practically wearing down my doorstep!"

She grabbed Nishikawa Tetsu's sleeve, her tone as earnest as if she had met a god of wealth:

"Assistant Che, Captain Fugaku, quick, get me another five hundred... no, a thousand! I want to fill the entire counter, even clear out the VIP area on the second floor!"

Nishikawa Tetsu pulled his sleeve back and slowly wiped his mouth.

"A thousand pieces... As you know, our police department has limited manpower. We have to patrol, produce, and ensure quality..."

"I'll raise the price! I'll pay a higher price to buy more!"

Tian Xiyue is quite competent as a businesswoman; she gritted her teeth and held up five fingers.

"I'll pay 3% more per item in exchange for priority supply, and I'll even put up the biggest banner in front of your store to advertise this!"

Nishikawa Tetsu and Fugaku exchanged a glance.

Fugaku put down his soup bowl and said calmly, "Since it's a collaboration between the police and the public, we will naturally do our best. However, the next batch of goods won't be available until this afternoon."

"It's good that you have the goods. This afternoon it is. I'll go back and put them up for pre-sale right away."

After Tian Xiyue finished speaking, she turned and ran. Her running speed, even while wearing a cheongsam, was comparable to that of an ordinary genin.

Watching the boss's departing figure, Fugaku finally couldn't help but let a slight smile appear on his lips.

"Is this what you call scarcity marketing?"

"No, this is called the 'it smells so good' law."