Forty minutes passed and all of his shadow clones reported back, all of them giving him a sad smile saying they couldn't find Raiden anywhere before disappearing. He left the Senju compound, and headed to the Hokage's office, perhaps the old man knew where Raiden was.
He walked through the Hokage tower with relative ease, not many paid much attention to him or asked him what he was going since they knew he liked to stop by and talk to the Hokage on occasion. "Jijii, have you seen Raiden?" He asked as he stepped through the door.
Sarutobi dropped his pen, pushing his paperwork away in favor of greeting the blonde teen with a soft smile. He gestured at the blonde to sit down, "Raiden you say? Shouldn't be at the hospital resting?"
Naruto shook
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Unlike the first set Raiden gave him, these wooden shuriken were made from black wood instead of the light brown ones Raiden made before. Naruto noticed the wood felt different as well; the wood was harder and more durable the previous set, not to mention sharper too. Setting his new shuriken set aside, he sorted through a brand new standard Genin weapon kit containing everything a Genin might need: kunai, shurikens, smoke bombs, explosive tags, senbon needles, spikes, and other miscellaneous tags which could be useful. He's want to buy one, but hasn't the money to buy them, he's been saving his money for Raiden's …show more content…
He knew his emerald eyed friend was rich, among one of the riches families in Konoha, but Raiden didn't used the Senju money to buy things. Raiden almost never touched his family bank account if he didn't have too or it was used only invest on other business in Hi no Kuni, he used to work with Fugaku considering he was underage to invest and whatnot, but that didn't stop him.
Fugaku took Raiden's money and invested it into business that caught Raiden's eye, and took 10% of profit Raiden made from his investments. It was a win-win situation that benefited both of them, plus it certainly help that whatever Raiden invested on it almost always tripled their money, the elder Uchiha had to admit the boy was damn lucky. All of their money they made was set up in a bank where they later split up their earnings, but considering that Fugaku is now dead, everything now belongs Raiden's.
Apart from his investments, Raiden sold his fruits and vegetables he grew himself to different restaurants around Hi no Kuni. His crops have become quite famous after he began selling them in the village and spark an eye of Fumiko Aizen, a high class restaurant owner who was looking for a new supplier to supply him fruits and vegetables for his restaurant. The man become enamored with what Raiden grew and they worked out a fair
he gave all his savings to Day. Day used the money to buy a house in Dundalk, Baltimore
family. He did this because he thought they had tons of money kept in their house. There was no
"Where is he?!" The rough and gruff voice of one of the guards make Jimin smirk, twisting the gun lightly in his hands. As the footsteps neared closer to the hallway of the office, Jimin turned his body and shot the man in the chest, resulting in a garbled scream. With the thud of his body, Jimin jumped out of his hiding spot, sprinting down the long and empty hallway. It was nearly twelve at night, so luckily everyone was out by
According to the courts documents, the fund was used for the sole motive of carrying out operational purposes. It was identified by the Federal investigators that Elshinawy shall benefit from a receipt of as much as 1,000 dollars from a particular source in Egypt. As and when agents questioned him, it was reported that Elshinawy had necessarily provided wrong information regarding the source of the cash and prior to the same it was acknowledged that the Egyptian contact was primarily ISIL operative.
He wrote a letter to himself in 1868. In this letter, he planned to give away everything that he made over 50,000 dollars (Background Essay). Despite this, he spent millions buying a castle in Scotland. He then spent 10 million more to renovate it, only to use it as a summer home (Document 1). In addition, He said that dyning rich was a disgrace (Document 8), yet died a very rich man (Background Essay).
"I will take the Dragon Paths, perhaps a scout about the area to see what can be seen from another prospective." He dipped his head toward Marley and with a quick wave to Drogan he vanished.
“I’m sorry, hon’. She up and left,” the nurse shrugged, checking my vitals on the monitor. “Everything looks good today.”
Shad Aelfe and I went back, pre-Corps, pre-tech, back to picking scrap to survive when the power grid failed. He was a little guy, five foot two without the attitude to go with it. He would tell you he was obsolete with a broken tooth grin and a twinkle in his eye. Wet eyes twinkle, like fresh protein in the moonlight, and Shad made sure you knew he was wet, or fresh if he was in the mood. We shared some hard times together and I didn’t begrudge him the wetware upgrades, I wondered who he killed for the money, but I didn’t begrudge him. He might have been obsolete but his willingness to be modified and reconstructed gave him a depth of being that made him priceless as a counselor. He could speak with authority about the dangers of fads. And
"The doc is probably watching us right now," Sans said. "I'd hate to be so blunt while a lady is watching, but you gave me no choice. Let's head in the house, so I can get some head."
Well, I have met someone like that and that someone is my Giraffe. You may know her as Nevaeh Darden. Nevaeh has been my best friend since the second semester of seventh grade.This is how it all started.
Smack!! Just like that the semi hit us. I saw my dad in the driver's seat and my mom in the passenger's seat, her brown hair covered in blood holding my dad's bloody hand I look over at my brother Henly not a mark on his beautiful red hair. Then I looked down, I was like my brother, not a mark on my blond hair. I heard the ambulance pull up so I got out of the car and stated to the nice man, “I was okay but my parents are bleeding and my brother isn't responsive.”
- I am sure he had many friends when he had money but his former friends did not help him.
A policeman is coming out the door of the station as they’re going up the steps.
He constantly threw away money. He donated twenty thousand dollars to charity, burned his cash after the flood, and gave his last quarter to an old man. If he had this money he could have rode the train to Alaska legally, and made his adventure more comfortable in any number of ways. Instead he elected to make his money himself, for he would rather find joy working on the farm, experiencing and enjoying life than to have false joy in money. Not only this
“How is he doing?” I said, looking down the hall to room N52, to his room.