Gekko Chizan reacted and immediately said with a cheerful smile:
"That's definitely no problem, but transporting it here from the Land of Frost is indeed pretty exhausting."
"This also counts as opening up a new shipping route. So far, it looks pretty good, hahaha."
"As long as everyone likes it, I don't really mind being a bit tired."
A bit tired was a bit tired—after all, Gekko Chizan made the money, and Gekko Chizan screwed the people over.
Want him to do it again? What are you dreaming about? By the time all of you eat yourselves sick, you'd probably be so furious you'd want to butcher him.
"Hehehe, that's good. Whenever you want to handle the procedures, just go directly. Mention this old man's name when you get there."
"I'll also give you a 20% discount. Hahahaha. I'm leaving now—going back to cook fish soup for my granddaughter."
Watching Ōnoki smiling so happily, Gekko Chizan almost laughed himself to death—feeding medicine to his own granddaughter with his own hands.
This grandpa—truly amazing.
The amount of scale powder that he and Chōmei had added to the large yellow croaker was very small. Even eating it for several consecutive days wouldn't cause any issues. After all, scale powder at that dosage would only slowly settle inside the consumer's body. Only after accumulating to a certain amount would it erupt all at once.
After all, Gekko Chizan had bought ten truckloads of seafood. If people started having problems before it was sold out, wouldn't his money have been wasted?
But seeing how much Iwagakure liked seafood, he suddenly felt that even if these seafood products hadn't had scale powder added, it would still have been a pretty good business.
After all, his Flying Thunder God could span two countries, bringing cheap large yellow croaker from the Land of Frost to Iwagakure to sell—the profit was truly considerable.
Come to think of it, he suddenly had the idea of going to Sunagakure to sell fish as well.
After all, Sunagakure was a desert. Where would they ever see the sea? But then again, given Sunagakure's miserable situation… sell it too expensive and they couldn't afford it; sell it too cheap and Gekko Chizan would lose badly.
Forget it, forget it. He'd think about that later.
...
Over the next few days, Gekko Chizan's seafood shop sold like crazy, forcibly selling off all ten truckloads of seafood.
Even then, many people were still unsatisfied and wanted to buy more seafood to eat.
But Gekko Chizan understood very clearly—it was time for what should happen to happen.
"Boss, all the seafood has been sold out."
"Mmm, very good. This is the reward you deserve. Take it."
Gekko Chizan handed a box of money to the lead worker. This was the price they had agreed on beforehand.
"Once you take the money, leave. I still need to buy a shop afterward, so I won't see you off."
They had done quite a lot of work for him, after all. He couldn't let the subsequent events drag these workers into it—though he felt that Ōnoki probably wouldn't involve them anyway.
After all, ninja matters should naturally be handled by ninja.
The workers had no objections. After taking the money, they prepared to return to the coastal towns.
Only Gekko Chizan stayed behind. He wanted to personally witness the tragic state of Iwagakure.
To make things more convenient, he didn't use his own power. Instead, he summoned Tagitsuhime through the Coiling Snake Technique.
Then he turned invisible, activated floating at full power, and went straight above Iwagakure.
"Chōmei, Insect Eye—I want to witness Iwagakure's darkest moment!"
Chōmei had long since grown impatient. He, too, couldn't wait to see it.
According to Gekko Chizan's estimation, with so much seafood eaten, the scale powder had long since accumulated enough. It was time for it to erupt.
Under the blazing sun, both workers and ninja were busy and energetic. Suddenly, a painful wail rang out first:
"Aah! My stomach… it hurts so bad! It hurts…"
Of course it hurt—didn't you think about how many days you'd been eating large yellow croaker?
Everyone around instantly looked over. And that person's wailing was like flipping a switch—among the crowd of onlookers alone, identical cries began to ring out one after another.
"Aiyo! No, why does my stomach hurt too?!"
"Ahhh! It hurts so bad! My stomach—someone save me, take me to the hospital!"
At this moment, the entire Iwagakure seemed to have triggered an indescribable BUG. The whole village was engulfed in wailing and sounds that simply couldn't be described with words.
Inside the hospital, even many doctors and nurses were hit, collapsing to the ground.
The main symptoms among patients were: vomiting, diarrhea, dizziness, vertigo, and total bodily weakness.
Even Ōnoki, the Third Tsuchikage, was currently fighting for his life in the restroom of his office. His face had already turned black like the bottom of a pot.
As a meticulous Tsuchikage, his first thought was that batch of seafood—but right now, he didn't even have the strength to float.
"Damn it! It has to be that seafood."
"But that's not right—it was clearly tested already."
Ōnoki couldn't quite understand it, until an ANBU came in to report the situation.
"Tsuchikage-sama, many people in the village are showing symptoms. The hospital is already full."
"Tsuchikage-sama? Are you alright?"
The ANBU noticed that their Tsuchikage didn't look very good either and hurriedly asked.
Ōnoki came out of the restroom, shook his head, and gave an order in a slightly trembling voice:
"Immediately go and arrest someone! Where is the shop owner who sold the seafood?!"
"There must be a problem with his seafood!"
Just then, another ANBU appeared and brought Ōnoki a piece of news that sent him into a fury.
"Tsuchikage-sama, your family members are all showing symptoms. Kitsuchi-sama is in the worst condition— even Kurotsuchi has shown symptoms."
The moment these words came out, Ōnoki completely lost control. He didn't care how he himself was, and he didn't care how his son was either.
Kitsuchi: …Old man, is that really necessary? I only ate two of your fish, didn't I? Aiyo—no, I'm done for—my head's spinning…
But his granddaughter had actually been dragged into this as well. On this matter, Ōnoki swore he would not rest until he dragged the culprit out!
"We already went to check. There's no one there."
"They should have already left."
Ōnoki nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood. With that surge of emotion, his head started spinning even more, and his stomach began to hurt again.
This wasn't right. If it were poison, it would have been detected from the start. And with his vast combat experience, how could he not have noticed anything after eating it himself?!
That damn bastard—what exactly did he do in my village?!
...
At this moment, Gekko Chizan was still up in the sky watching the show. He had completely lost it laughing, and the system's notification sounds also told him the current situation.
[Ding! Detected that the scale powder seafood released by the host in Iwagakure has achieved an extremely excellent effect. Nearly 70% of Iwagakure's total population has already suffered. The remainder are either people who haven't returned yet or those who had no interest in seafood.]
[Detected that the host's action this time has successfully harmed an enormous number of people. Special reward: …..]