CH 291

After hearing Aoba's words, Fugaku's eyes paused slightly, and a big question mark appeared on his head.

"What do you mean?" Fugaku asked in confusion. How did this become what he wrote? When did he write it? Was it an illusion, or did something unexpected happen? Why did Aoba suddenly say that?

Fugaku stared at Aoba with a questioning look in his eyes.

"It's a long story..."

Aoba sighed. Then, he no longer looked at Fugaku. Instead, he stared at the table in front of him. He supported his forehead with both hands and made a helpless and headache pose.

When Fugaku saw Aoba's appearance. He immediately realized something very important. That was, Aoba was in trouble, and it was a problem that was not easy to solve.

Suddenly, Fugaku's face turned serious.

"Aoba, what happened? Tell me slowly. Maybe I can help you!" Fugaku stared at Aoba and asked.

"You will definitely be able to help me!"

After hearing Fugaku's words, Aoba's eyes suddenly lit up. He was waiting for this kind of word from Fugaku.

"This is what happened..."

Aoba pursed his lips and quickly organized his words in his mind. His encounter with Fugaku this time was just a coincidence, which made him not prepare his speech so well. Now, it could be said that he was making it on the spot.

"Brother Fugaku, I like this book that you gave me very much. I have it with me every day..."

Aoba first began his flattery skills. After all, he was always trying to flatter others. No matter what kind of opponent he met, he would do his best to flatter them. He was sure that there would be no problem.

When Aoba said this. The lines on Fugaku's face immediately softened. Whether it was an ordinary person or a ninja. After they did some things, they all hoped to be recognized.

Or...

The ninjas in the ninja world yearned for this more than normal people.

After all, most of the ninjas had scars on their bodies. They lacked the love that others had for them, so they wanted to gain the recognition of others.

Fugaku was no exception.

He personally picked a book for Aoba. He thought about the style that Aoba might like and matched it with his aesthetics. Finally, he decided on this book.

Aoba likes it and acknowledges it. This was also the recognition of his aesthetics and vision.

This simple sentence made Fugaku feel very comfortable.

This feeling was like a meal made by a chef. If someone said that it was delicious, then the chef would be greatly satisfied.

When Aoba saw the change in Fugaku's expression, he immediately realized that what he had just said was very useful to Fugaku. It could be said that he had closed the distance between him and Fugaku once again.

This was also a helpless move.

In the things that Aoba had done in the past, he has always led the spearhead of things to the Uchiha Clan.

After all, In his opinion. Whether it was the Uchiha clan that did it or not. Danzo felt that there was something wrong with this clan.

Even if it were something that had nothing to do with the Uchiha Clan, Danzo would forcefully label it to the Uchiha Clan.

Then...

It didn't matter if he guided them or not. At the very least, it could make Danzo feel a little more at ease.

In the end, it gradually contributed to the feeling of a confrontation between the Uchiha and Danzo.

However, it was precisely because of this relationship between Danzo and Uchiha. Aoba kept a distance from the Uchiha Clan and did not get too close to any of the Uchiha clansmen.

Even in Fugaku's case. He also didn't get close on purpose; unknowingly, it became the current relationship. But there was something important right now that he needed to tell Fugaku, and he also needed his help.

Then even if it were temporary, he would bring the relationship a little closer so that the success rate of Fugaku helping him would be greatly increased.

As Aoba finished his sentence. He was already preparing to explain this matter to Fugaku officially.

"Brother Fugaku, it is precisely because the book you gave is very good, and I like it very much, but I have no idea how to use this book."

Aoba rubbed his temples with both hands as if he was recalling the past and telling Fugaku about the journey of his heart.

Fugaku clearly heard Aoba's words. He knew that Aoba still had other things to say and did not interrupt him. Instead, he silently waited for Aoba to finish his sentence.

"At that time, I thought..."

Aoba took a deep breath. He looked very nervous and conflicted. Even the tone of his voice changed a little.

"This is the book that Brother Fugaku gave me. If I use it, no matter what I write, it might not be useful in the future. But if I don't use it, I will fail Brother Fugaku's good intentions..." Aoba pursed his lips and said helplessly.

"In the end, you decided to use it to write that?" Fugaku could not help but ask.

"That's right!"

Aoba immediately nodded. Now that he had taken the opportunity to speak, he immediately raised his head, put down his hands that were rubbing his forehead, and turned his gaze to Fugaku's face.

"I was thinking of writing something to be worthy of this book and fitted Brother Fugaku's temperament, then finally I decided to write such a story," said Aoba. His tone paused slightly. Then, the corners of his mouth curled up.

He then asked Fugaku meaningfully.

"Brother Fugaku, do you like this story?"

Fugaku hadn't finished reading the story yet, but just reading the chapter in front of him made his heart ripple.

He could tell. This was not a story that an ordinary person could write.

Even though he had not read many books of this kind, the emotional transfer that was laid out using simple words in this book seems to be able to substitute himself into the situation.

"I like it."

Fugaku nodded. When he was reading this book, he felt very excited and honestly said this sentence.

He had only flipped through a part of it and felt that this book was very magical.

Sometimes he felt that he was the principal, sometimes he felt that he was the teacher, and sometimes he felt that he was teacher Bai.

This kind of exciting feeling was something he had never felt before.

Then Fugaku stared at Aoba, and a huge question mark popped up in his head.

'How did this person come up with it?'

'This was not a plot that ordinary people could think of.'

"Brother Fugaku, since you like it, this book is yours!" Aoba said with a smile.

"What do you mean?"

Fugaku was stunned for a moment. He still did not understand what Aoba meant.

"What do you mean this book is mine?"

"Are you going to return the book to me?"

"Or something else?"

Fugaku asked repeatedly. His face was full of doubts. He did not understand what Aoba was trying to express at all.

"I will finish writing this book soon. After I finish writing it, I plan to publish it. I will use Brother Fugaku's name. This way, when everyone buys a book and sees the author's signature, they will know that this is Brother Fugaku's book." Aoba did not say anything about Danzo. He knew that there was a deep conflict between Uchiha and Danzo, so he did not mention it. Anyway, Danzo would not take the initiative to say this kind of thing.

"???"

A bunch of question marks popped up in Fugaku's head. He was directly thrown off by Aoba's words.

'He will use my name.'

'This…'

Fugaku could feel that this was the love that Aoba, as a fan, had for him. Even such an outstanding piece of work was directly crowned with his name.

But...

Why did he feel strange?

If Aoba published such a book with his name on it, wouldn't he immediately become famous?

This kind of thing was so strange!

Fugaku couldn't tell exactly what was wrong, but he just felt that something was very wrong.

"Brother Fugaku, do you have anything to add?" Aoba directly said to Fugaku in the way that the matter was determined. As soon as his words came out, everything changed. He was not asking if Fugaku was surprised about this matter but asking Fugaku if he had something to add on this matter. It could be considered as indirectly saying that this matter was tacitly approved.

"..."

Fugaku immediately revealed an expression of not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

He really wanted to tell Aoba that he hadn't figured out whether to agree to this author's name change being his thing.

But...

He could tell. From the moment he said "like". This book became his in Aoba's heart. This matter itself was even more ridiculous than when he read this book.

"If you want me to raise any conditions, then don't use Uchiha Fugaku; just write it as Fugaku!"

Fugaku said helplessly. he didn't want the Uchiha names to be associated with this type of thing.

Although in the Ninja World, writing this type of thing would not result in encountering any colored glasses. Instead, they would be conferred as eternal gods.

But...

There were still so many people who were not ninjas. Their lives were not so stressful, and they didn't need so much mental relief. They might not accept this too seriously.

Based on this consideration.

Fugaku felt that it was still better to act like it was him but also not him. It was ambiguous and made people guess. This kind of feeling was still the best.

"Well... okay..."

Aoba nodded. It was not a problem not to use the name Uchiha. If Fugaku could take this over, it would be fine.

"Brother Fugaku, then it's decided. In the future, this book will be written by you. If someone asks, don't say it wrongly!" Aoba immediately warned.

"How can someone ask me?" Fugaku's face was suddenly full of black lines. He vaguely felt that he had been tricked by Aoba, but he could not explain why Aoba wanted to trick him. There was no reason at all.

"Brother Fugaku, think about it. You are already so handsome. In the Uchiha clan, you are the most eye-catching existence of the younger generation. After this book is published and sold, your fans will increase. There are even more fanatical fans. If you make it clear and say that this book was not written by you, then the faith of those fans will collapse. You can't do this!" Aoba said openly to Fugaku. What he said was obviously false, but it just makes people don't know how to deal with it. These words don't make sense no matter how you listen to them. But thinking about it carefully, there seemed to be a little truth.

"Eh..."

After hearing these words, Fugaku was stunned. His mind was blank, and he did not know what to say.

These words sounded inexplicable, but he had no way to refute them.

"I... I understand now..."

Fugaku slowly nodded. After listening to Aoba, he felt that Aoba was like one of the fans he mentioned.

If he did not agree with Aoba's words. Then it would make Aoba, his fanatical fan, sad.

After all, the fans wrote books in his name. It could be said that they loved him very much. Moreover, the quality of this book was high. It was not simple work. It might even cause a lot of commotion after it was published.

"Hehehe, I knew that Brother Fugaku would not disappoint his fans!"

Aoba suddenly grinned. He was very happy.

At this time, the little stone that was hanging in his heart was put down. As a result. The matter of the Teacher Bai of the Ninja School was already settled.

"Sigh..."

After listening to Aoba's words, Fugaku couldn't help but let out a soft sigh and slowly closed the book.

The story in this book had a special magic. It made his whole body feel extremely hot. It was as if all the chakra in his body was burning.

He was not sure what would happen if he continued to read, and he might even want to break into Mikoto's room at night.

At least, he was still rational. If he continued reading it, he would turn into something that even he could not tell.

The moment Fugaku closed the book. A deep sense of loss rose in his heart. His heart was empty. In fact, he still wanted to continue reading, but at this time, it did not seem suitable.

After all, not long ago. He had used Amaterasu twice in a row and had directly exhausted his physical strength.

Now, in this kind of exhausted state, he had no way to put himself in an absolutely calm state. If he was a little careless, he might make an impulsive mistake...

"Aoba, although the author name of this book can be mine, it was written by you. In that case, I won't take all the money you get from publishing it. Don't worry; I will divide a part of it for you!" Fugaku said to Aoba.

"Ah..."

Aoba's eyebrows jumped.

'Good fellow.'

'I only used your name.'

'Now, not only is the book yours, but you also want the copyright fee. Your name usage fee is a bit high!'

"No need... no need... Brother Fugaku can have it all..."

Aoba braced himself and waved his hands. How could he not see that Fugaku was retreating here to advance?

This was the price of using Fugaku's name. But at this stage, this price was completely within the scope of what he could accept.

After Aoba mastered the technology to make explosive tags, which had a huge profit margin, it could already be said that he was not short of money. For the copyright fees of publishing this book, it could be used to bribe Fugaku to a certain extent.

At least...

It was too early not to profit!

After Fugaku had been influenced by money, things in the future would become easier.

"You are really giving it to me!"

Fugaku widened his eyes. He was just joking with Aoba just now and didn't think about it at all. As a member of the Uchiha Clan, he didn't lack money at all. His family background was very rich.

"I was just joking!"

Fugaku emphasized but did not say anything about refusing the copyright fee.

But when Aoba heard Fugaku's words. The corners of his mouth could not help but twitch.

'Bad!'

'This person is very bad!'

'Not only did he retreat to advance.'

''He even uses jokes as an excuse!'

As a person who came from the modern era, Aoba could clearly see these so-called hypocritical excuses.

How many heartfelt words were spoken in a joking manner?

Aoba did not believe Fugaku's words, so the corners of his slightly trembling lips curled up once more, and then he revealed a brilliant smile.

"Brother Fugaku!"

"What are you saying!"

"This book was written by you!"

"The copyright fees are naturally yours!"

"Why do you have to give it to me!"

Aoba waved his hand at Fugaku. It was not that he wanted to say this, but that he had been forced to this point and could only say this.

The words that Fugaku had just said that he was just joking; it was just for him to say no.

This guy...

He was far from being as honest as he looked!

"Hahahaha, these are all easy to talk about. I'll return the book to you. The content is pretty good. You have to finish writing and publish it quickly. When the time comes, give me a copy as a collection." Fugaku said with a smile.

"Brother Fugaku, what are you talking about? After publishing it, shouldn't you share a copy with me and let me keep it as a collection? The most important thing is that you have to sign it for me!" Aoba said with a smile. He directly pushed back the words.

"Hahahaha! It's just a signature! It's a small matter! This is a small matter!" Fugaku laughed again. His mood suddenly became good. At this time, he had completely walked out of the haze where the Kirigakure ninja had escaped.

Not only did he obtain a book that was published using his name as the author's name out of thin air, but he also received a large amount of copyright fees.

Fugaku was indeed not short of money, but that did not mean that he did not want money. He wanted to save some capital for his future son to marry.

All of a sudden, Fugaku once again took big mouthfuls of noodles.

He immediately felt that the previously tasteless noodles had become even more fragrant. As the noodles entered his stomach, he felt a strong sense of satiety.

The more Fugaku thought about it, the happier he became. He ate the noodles in big mouthfuls and felt extremely comfortable.

Aoba looked at Fugaku's appearance and vaguely felt that he had been tricked.

He had clearly come to trick Fugaku, but now it seemed to be the opposite. However, he was not at a loss. They were just taking what they needed.

Right at this moment, Teuchi, who had been busy just now, looked over. He immediately saw the book on the table.

"Eh?"

Teuchi suddenly let out a surprised voice, then walked over to Aoba and Fugaku, then directly picked up the book on the table.

"Isn't this the book from last time!"

Under the gaze of Aoba and Fugaku, Teuchi opened the book, and his gaze fell on the signature on the title page.

"I vaguely heard what the two of you were saying just now, but I didn't hear it very clearly. Is this a story written by Fugaku?"