After that intense start, the auction moved on to other items. The next few entries did not carry the same excitement, but they still attracted attention from different parts of the audience.
Several common jutsus were presented, techniques that most shinobi villages already possessed in some form. These included basic elemental attacks and defensive skills.
While they were not rare, they were still useful, especially for smaller villages that lacked the resources to train their shinobi extensively. Nobles and merchants also showed interest, often purchasing such jutsus as a form of security or prestige rather than actual use.
Following that, a set of basic fuinjutsu weapons was brought out. These included kunai and scrolls embedded with simple sealing techniques. Some could store small amounts of chakra, while others had minor explosive or binding effects.
These items were practical rather than flashy, and they attracted steady but not overly aggressive bidding. Smaller villages seemed particularly interested, as such tools could give their shinobi a slight edge in battle.
The auction then introduced a collection of defensive barrier scrolls. These were designed to create temporary protective fields, useful for both combat and emergency situations.
Merchants, in particular, showed strong interest in these, likely considering their use for protecting caravans or valuable goods during transport. The bidding here was more controlled, with prices rising gradually rather than in sudden leaps.
Finally, there were a few utility-based jutsus that focused on movement and stealth. These were not designed for direct combat but could be extremely useful in reconnaissance or escape situations.
Some minor villages placed bids on these, recognizing their strategic value. Even a few individuals in the audience seemed tempted, possibly imagining how such techniques could benefit them personally.
However, the calm did not last long.
The hostess returned to the center of the stage, and there was something different about her expression this time. She waited for the room to quiet down before speaking.
"Our next item," she began, her voice carrying a hint of excitement, "is one of the Wind Style vacuum jutsus, created by the Second Kazekage himself."
The moment she said that, the entire room seemed to freeze.
"And it is part of his signature techniques," she continued. "Wind Style: Vacuum Bullets Jutsu."
For a brief moment, there was complete silence.
It was not the kind of silence caused by disinterest. It was the kind that came from shock.
Then, slowly, whispers began to spread across the room, growing louder with each passing second.
Shota's reaction was immediate. He leaned forward sharply, his calm demeanor breaking for the first time since the auction began.
"Wind Style: Vacuum Bullets Jutsu."
Shota had seen this jutsu in action before, not in this world, but in his previous life when he had watched the anime. He remembered clearly how Danzo had used it against Sasuke. The attack had not just been for show. It had enough power to damage even Sasuke's first stage Susanoo, which was no small feat. That alone proved how dangerous and refined the technique was.
At the same time, his current life memories also supported the importance of this jutsu. He had read about it during his time at the Suna Academy.
The Second Kazekage was not someone who had inherited power from a famous clan or a bloodline limit. He had no special eyes, no unique kekkei genkai, and no hidden advantage. The only thing he had was his immense affinity with wind release and his natural talent.
With just those, he had created the vacuum series of wind jutsus.
That alone made the technique legendary.
'If I am not wrong, the vacuum release jutsu were stolen during the end of the Second Great Shinobi War. No one knew who stole them, but it is suspected to be Danzo since he was later seen using them during the Third Great Shinobi War. But Danzo denied every claim. He said that he had reverse engineered the jutsu and that there was no way Suna security was weak enough for him to steal them. He worded it so cleverly that if Suna kept accusing him, it would sound like they were insulting their own security.' Shota remembered carefully.
He then let out a small cough to hide his amusement.
'Danzo managing to reverse engineer a jutsu like this? There is no way. The man prefers shortcuts. If there is a path that involves stealing, he will take that one every single time without even thinking twice.'
This thought made Shota even more certain.
It was also one of the reasons why Suna had agreed so easily to cooperate in capturing Danzo. Recovering their lost techniques was just as important as bringing him down.
'Well, the Kazekage might actually be happy if I bring this jutsu back to the village,' Shota thought with a small smile forming on his face.
But then another thought followed, and this one was far more mischievous.
'And who says that during the journey back to the village, I cannot take a quick look at the jutsu myself? It would be a waste to not at least understand it a little.'
His grin widened slightly.
Wind release was already one of his chakra affinities, along with fire release. Adding a vacuum-based jutsu to his arsenal would increase his strength significantly.
'Let us just hope that Danzo has not ruined the scroll. Ideally, it should also include the core principles of wind manipulation required to make the jutsu strong. But considering who we are dealing with, he has probably only included the bare minimum needed to perform it, or maybe even a slightly degraded version to keep the real secrets hidden.'
Shota thought for a moment and then shook his head slightly.
'But even if that is the case, it might not matter much. With my knowledge from my previous world about how vacuum and pressure work, I should be able to figure out the missing principles. What I really need are the hand signs, the chakra flow, and the execution method. The scroll should give me that.'
His decision was made.
By the time he focused back on the stage, the bidding had already started, and the numbers were rising quickly.
"Twenty three million ryo," someone announced from one of the VIP rooms.
Shota did not hesitate.
"Thirty million ryo," he said clearly, his voice calm but firm.
His sudden entry into the bidding caught attention immediately. A few heads turned toward his VIP section.
However, as expected, his bid was not enough to end the competition.
"Thirty five million," another voice countered.
"Forty million," Shota replied without any delay.
The pace of the bidding increased. It became clear that this item had attracted serious interest from powerful buyers.
"Forty five million."
"Fifty million."
Each time someone raised the bid, Shota followed without hesitation.
"Fifty five million."
"Sixty million."
The competition had narrowed down to just a few parties now, most of them likely representing major villages or extremely wealthy individuals.
Shota narrowed his eyes slightly.
'Root would definitely have the profile of the young master that I have disguised myself as. If that is the case, then I should behave exactly like him. No point in acting modest now.'
With that thought, he decided to change his approach.
Instead of quietly placing bids, he stood up slightly and walked toward the window of the VIP room. He pushed it open, making sure that everyone in the hall could see him clearly.
There was a sneer on his face, the kind that only an arrogant noble would carry.
"Seventy million," he declared loudly.
The entire hall fell silent for a moment as all eyes turned toward him. Even the people in other VIP rooms shifted their attention.
Behind him, the Anbu members disguised as samurai stiffened. They had not expected such a bold and open move.
Shota, however, was fully committed to his role.
He leaned slightly forward, resting one hand on the edge of the window, and spoke again, his tone filled with arrogance.
"Do you people even know who the fuck my father is?" he said loudly.
There was a ripple of shock and disbelief in the audience.
Shota continued without giving anyone a chance to respond.
"My father is not just some random merchant or noble. He is the man who supplies goods to almost the entire Land of Earth. If you are eating, wearing clothes, or building something in that region, chances are it passed through his hands first."
He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in.
"So when I say seventy million, you should understand that it is not even a big deal for me. It is like throwing a few coins for entertainment."
A few people in the audience looked visibly uncomfortable.
Shota was not done yet.
"If I feel like it, I can keep raising this bid all night. Not because I need this jutsu, but simply because I can. It is amusing to watch people struggle to keep up."
His tone carried a mocking edge.
"So go ahead," he added, waving his hand slightly as if inviting them. "Try to outbid me. Let me see how far your pockets can stretch before they start crying."
The Anbu behind him remained silent, though one of them seemed like he was struggling to keep a straight face.
Meanwhile, the representatives from Iwa, who had been actively bidding until now, went quiet.
They recognized the identity that Shota was pretending to have. The supposed father of this "young master" was an important trade partner for them. Causing trouble with his son over a single jutsu was not worth the risk.
More importantly, they believed that they could negotiate later. The father, being more sensible, would likely correct his son's foolish purchase.
With that reasoning, they chose to step back.
The silence stretched for a few seconds.
The hostess looked around, waiting for another bid.
"Seventy million ryo going once," she said.
No response came.
"Seventy million ryo going twice."
The tension in the room reached its peak.
"Seventy million ryo... sold."
Her voice carried a sense of finality.
"Sold to VIP Room 13."
Shota slowly leaned back from the window, a wide grin spreading across his face.
"Good," he said loudly, still maintaining his arrogant tone. "It is nice to see that people recognize their superiors."
His words caused a mix of reactions. Some were annoyed, some were amused, and some simply chose to ignore him.
As he turned back into the room, his grin remained.
The plan had worked perfectly.
And now, the Vacuum Bullets Jutsu was his.
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