"Hey Yoichi, would you like to join us for the Genesis Bank conference call? I promise it won't be dull or anticlimactic—there will be plenty of other clans from around the globe participating!" Machi urged his son with sincere, hopeful eyes. He and Miruko couldn't help but feel concerned about Yoichi's withdrawn demeanor, as it reminded them of someone struggling with unemployment.
"Nah, I will stay here just in case someone attacks us when you two are gone... Just don't worry about me, dad. Keep it up!" With a smile on his face, Yoichi declined his father's proposal and sipped the tea, savoring the courtyard's serene mood like an old man full of vicissitudes of life.
"But—" Miruko wanted to interject until Machi patted her shoulder and shook his head.
Over the past three years, Yoichi worked hard to elevate their clan's status. They moved up from being low-ranked to medium-ranked in just three years, all thanks to a few assignments carried out under the Murakami Clan name. Maybe it was time for his son to take a break since everyone in the clan was already reaping the rewards of Yoichi's contributions, even at such a young age.
At that moment, they both realized that the 6-year-old child possessed an adult mindset and had the potential to achieve anything. His parents were getting ready to leave for an event, a rare occasion in the Shinobi World.
As soon as Yoichi shared the news with his students, it quickly spread like wildfire across the globe. The unveiling of new devices in front of a large audience was truly astonishing, especially as the clans assembled at the Genesis Auction House.
"Tōuma, what are your thoughts on this? Any insights about Genesis Bank's latest creation?" Butsuma asked, glancing over at his assistant, Tōuma Senju, who happened to be his cousin.
"Honestly, we just don't have a clue… Their security is incredibly tight—there are no gaps, and each time someone tries to breach it, the bodies end up floating in the river. Hey, you! I'm talking to you, Evil Uchiha! What are you staring at?" Tōuma started to give his report while standing next to Butsuma, but he couldn't help but keep noticing that infamous clan, their eyes on him.
"First off, I'm not looking at you scum! Second, I don't have time to watch a raging gorilla. And third, you need to put your overly inflated ego aside with your clan of gorillas strutting around!" Anger twisted the face of a ponytailed man as memories of his father, killed in front of him by the rival clan, bubbled back to the surface, making his fist clenched tightly.
"Tajima! Control your pathetic assistant's attitude! Even if there were a hundred of you, you still couldn't take us down, Evil Uchiha!" Butsuma slammed his hand on the table, feeling deeply insulted, and shot a furious glare at Tajima's aide for sullying their clan's reputation.
"Hikaku, enough. We don't have time to waste on these fools. It's pointless to try and teach these rowdy troublemakers a lesson," Tajima said, patting Hikaku's shoulder with a smirk directed at the still-fuming Butsuma.
In the past three years, the hostility between the two clans had intensified as leadership shifted due to the ongoing cycle of violence and the loss of many lives, including their brave clan leaders who died fighting fiercely for their beliefs.
"Please, take your seats. You know the rules, right?" An attendant smiled and warned the two powerful clans that violence was prohibited within the Genesis Bank's premises. Both parties huffed in irritation but seemed to obey the rules.
"Ahem! 1, 2, 3! Mic check! Alright, welcome to the Genesis Bank convention!" After that, everyone turned their attention to the figure on stage, whose loud voice boomed from the sound system, cutting through the crowd.
Eventually, the curtain rose to reveal a striking figure behind the red drape. The man had golden eyes behind glasses, wore a black turtleneck with the sleeves rolled up to his strong forearms, and sported loose denim jeans paired with white shoes. His darker skin tone added to the impressive and fascinating presence he exuded on stage.
"Hi, everyone! I'm Yoichi Murakami, the current spokesperson for Genesis Bank. Let's give a round of applause for our amazing and memorable convention here!"
As soon as he finished introducing himself, the crowd erupted into a buzz of chatter, reminiscent of a swarm of bees. Those closest to him—his friends and family—were particularly taken aback.
How could a six-year-old who was already well-known be so striking in such an unusual outfit? To the audience, Yoichi had become quite the sensation; women admired his ensemble and charisma, while men couldn't help but feel envious of his style.
Of course, he was rocking the classic Steve Jobs look, complete with his sleek black hair. Plus, the [Transformation Jutsu] added an irresistible charm that captivated everyone in the room.
"Are you—" Machi exclaimed, his face a mix of surprise and curiosity, while Miruko nodded enthusiastically, marveling at how great his son looked in the outfit.
"Are you inquiring about my drip, Mr. Murakami? Don't worry; we'll have these kinds of outfits available for sale in the future. But right now, our main focus is on advancing important innovations. Mr. Murakami, let's keep it professional and let me handle the presentation, okay?" Yoichi said, his tone gently suggesting his father should calm down, making the crowd chuckle at the playful dynamic between them.
"You little rascal! I'm not asking about what you're wearing! I'm just surprised to see you here. Well, I have to admit the outfit looks good. Honestly, you look just like I did at your age…" Machi said, blushing slightly as he cleared his throat and sat down, while Miruko chuckled at the exchange.
Close to the stage, Tōuma and Hikaku observed the striking figure of Phantom. Initially, they were skeptical, perceiving the scene like a joke, and shaking their heads in disbelief.
"I know what you're thinking, but don't jump to conclusions. Don't underestimate that kid, or you're going to regret it. His innocent and childish demeanor is just a façade. If you let your guard down, you're done for!" Tajima warned Hikaku, noticing his gestures, while Butsuma nodded in agreement with his rival's words.
'How can I trust anyone's view of someone so good when they act more like a comedian than a dedicated shinobi?!'
Both of them frowned, deep in thought.
"Ahem! Let's kick off the show, lights, please!" With a snap of his fingers, Yoichi lit up the stage, emanating an air of mystery and intrigue, drawing the audience in like early humans discovering fire.
"Throughout human history, we've always been motivated by something—be it goals, family, or the thirst for power! We, as humans, have ventured into the dark unknown just like our ancestors, thriving on trial and error, much like what we've achieved at Genesis Bank!"
"In the past six years, we've developed contact lenses to counter genjutsu—an incredible breakthrough! Now, I'm thrilled to introduce our three latest innovative products from Genesis Bank!"
"First up, the Flashbang. This tool is designed to incapacitate anyone, sighted or not! It generates intense light that disrupts the enemy's chakra manipulation, perfect for making a quick escape or striking when the moment is right!"
"Next, we have the Chakra Recovery Pills. After thorough research, we've created pills that restore chakra for shinobi! These are essential for long missions; one pill can fully replenish your lost chakra in just one minute!"
"Finally, we present the Chakra Battery Scrolls. Our extensive research has led to the creation of a scroll that charges or stores your items simultaneously! Using these on the battlefield or assignments will drastically shift the outcome!"
"And of course, I'll be demonstrating each of these innovations right before your eyes to back up my claims!"
One by one, images of the products lit up the curtain, leaving the audience both amazed and doubtful, even as they remained transfixed on the groundbreaking creations from Genesis Bank.
Meanwhile, Yoichi sipped some water to soothe his dry throat after delivering such a vocabulary-rich presentation to the eager crowd.
In that moment, he felt like Steve Jobs at the iconic MacWorld Conference, launching the iPhone on January 9, 2007, creating waves of excitement across the globe.
(A/N: I will try and create two chapters. Thank you once more for over 150K views! Thank you for reading this fanfic and see you again XDD!)