"How much for your house? I'll buy it!"
In the town of the Land of Iron, Renya looked calmly at the chubby merchant before him.
After wandering around the city for quite some time, he felt that only this mansion before them truly matched the status of the three of them.
If they were going to buy, they would buy the best. And right now, he couldn't care less about the price.
"You really want to buy it?" The merchant squinted his eyes, carefully sizing up the three in front of him.
He could tell these people weren't to be trifled with—it was best not to get greedy.
To become one of the top merchants in the country, he clearly had sharp instincts. He'd never be stupid enough to offend people who radiated such danger just by standing there.
If he didn't have that much sense, he would've been robbed and killed long ago.
"Yes, we really want to buy it." Renya's expression was serious.
"In that case, I'll name my price." The merchant slowly raised three fingers and said in a deep voice,
"Three hundred million ryō."
He wasn't exaggerating the price. The mansion really was worth that much—its interior design and furnishings were luxurious beyond compare.
Back when he had it renovated and furnished, he'd already spent a massive sum.
If not for the fear of offending the three before him, he wouldn't even consider selling it...
After all, he wasn't exactly short on money.
"Three hundred million ryō?!"
Before Renya could respond, Senju Hashirama couldn't help but shout out in shock.
That much money could buy his life!
Three hundred million for a single house? That was beyond imagination!
He couldn't help but suspect the merchant was trying to scam them.
Uchiha Madara frowned, feeling that this fat merchant was intentionally provoking them.
Even back during the Warring States Period, the Uchiha clan leader's mansion hadn't been that expensive.
But then again, it made sense.
Most of their clan's funds had always gone into purchasing supplies—they couldn't afford to waste resources on repairing or decorating houses.
Anyone who'd survived from that era understood how precious money was. Three hundred million ryō could sustain a clan for several years.
To Hashirama and Madara, spending that much on a house was sheer lunacy.
Even as nobles of great clans, they'd never dared live so extravagantly...
Seeing their expressions, the merchant hurriedly explained, desperate to stay alive.
"I swear I'm not overcharging! This house really is worth that price! If you don't believe me, you can have a professional come appraise it!"
He was terrified the three weren't actually here to buy but had just used it as an excuse to rob and kill him!
Anyone could tell these three were powerful shinobi. The samurai in his courtyard wouldn't stand a chance.
His only hope was to keep them calm. If worst came to worst, he'd just give them the house for free.
He could always build another—but if he lost his life, that was it!
Better to spend money to save his neck.
Hashirama, seeing that the merchant didn't seem to be lying, said softly,
"Maybe we should let it go. The house is way too expensive."
Three hundred million ryō for a single house—too extravagant, even for him.
Even if you had money, you couldn't just waste it like that!
Why not just find an empty lot and use Wood Release to build a new house instead?
It would only take a bit of chakra to make one that was perfectly livable.
Everyone knew his Wood Release was unparalleled—using it for construction was child's play.
Madara didn't say anything, but he clearly agreed with Hashirama.
Three hundred million ryō for a house? That was peak spendthrift behavior!
The merchant nearly wet himself when he heard Hashirama speak.
Were they about to kill him right here in the street?!
He was seconds away from blurting out that they could just take the house.
"It's fine, just a bit of pocket change," Renya said nonchalantly.
Since he'd already promised to buy a house for the two, it had to be the best.
Three hundred million ryō was nothing to him.
His annual profit shares from the village easily exceeded that amount. To him, money was just numbers.
Hashirama and Madara watched in stunned silence as Renya paid without hesitation.
Both of them thought the same thing—what a tycoon.
This kid was loaded!
Buying a mansion worth three hundred million ryō without even blinking? His savings must be astronomical!
If their clans had had that kind of wealth back then, the Uchiha and Senju would never have fought to the death.
Their conflict had ultimately been about controlling the number of shinobi missions.
After all, shinobi didn't produce anything—they could only earn money by completing missions.
If one clan wiped out the other, they could monopolize all the mission income.
The smaller clans would only get crumbs.
The merchant stared blankly at the pile of money now in his hands.
So they really had meant to buy the house—no killing, no robbery.
He'd completely misunderstood them.
Now that he had the money, he quickly ordered his guards and servants to leave the mansion—taking nothing but their lives with them.
Since Renya had paid, everything inside rightfully belonged to him.
The three entered the courtyard.
Hashirama was immediately stunned by the sight inside.
"Whoa, this is insane!"
The courtyard's layout was dozens of times more luxurious than the Senju clan's ancestral home!
It could easily rival the mansion of the Daimyō of the Land of Fire.
A flicker of awe crossed Madara's eyes. Compared to this, the caves they used to live in were garbage.
All he could say was—Renya was rich man.
"It's not bad," Renya said, looking around, fairly satisfied.
It wasn't quite as grand as the mansion he'd spent a fortune refurbishing before, but it was luxurious enough.
At least it suited his identity as a wealthy man.
Overall, it wasn't bad—certainly better than living like a caveman in the mountains.
"Madara-sama, Hashirama-san, do you see any rooms you like?" Renya asked, letting them choose first.
There were plenty of rooms anyway, so they could pick whichever they wanted.
"Awesome! Madara, let's go check them out!" Hashirama said excitedly, looking like someone who'd never seen the world before. He grabbed Madara by the arm and dashed off.
Madara followed, pretending to be calm.
"Madara, want to stay next to my room?"
"No."
"Come on, it'd be nice having someone to watch each other's backs!"
Their voices faded into the distance, and Renya chuckled, shaking his head.
The bonds of the old generation were really something.
So full of passion.
Soon, Hashirama and Madara returned, having picked their rooms.
"Renya, we're thinking of going out to walk around town. Want to come?" Hashirama asked eagerly.
They'd been living in the mountains for years, rarely visiting any towns.
Now that they were finally here, of course they wanted to go to the casino—er, the shopping district.
"Sure," Renya said, not refusing, and followed the two.
The three left their newly purchased three-hundred-million-ryō mansion and headed toward the busiest commercial street in the Land of Iron.
Speaking of which, back when Renya had taken leave to travel, he had also come here with them.
That time, Hashirama-san went to the casino, lost all his money, and even got recognized by the casino owner.
Renya had been the one to smooth things over back then.
He wondered if that same casino owner was still running his business in the Land of Iron.
He planned to check later.