I wanted the people I made my shinkki to be able to live even after the process and that was quite possible as the world's laws were different from the Noragami world so I wouldn't have to worry too much about anything and my beautiful kunoichis could continue their respective shinobi careers or whatever you want to do in non-hedonistic times. I could even have kids with my shinkki if I wanted to, that is. I didn't see myself being a father for at least a few millennia.
"That… forget… anyway, how's your training and meditation going? Have you awakened your chakra yet?"
"Not. I don't plan to wake up until I'm 8 years old, actually. I have no hurry." And that was true, I needed to master the skills I already possessed before adding more stuff to my plate. That and Mikami was adamant that I start training taijutsu before anything else. Not to mention my training as a nobleman. My grandfather would visit me sooner or later, and I would need to add to my noble manners if I want to be free and remain in Konoha. God forbid I end up being forced to live in the nation's capital with all those snobby civilians who don't understand their place in society for the worthless wimps they are. It's beyond me to realize why ninjas haven't gotten rid of this pile of wasted space.
But noble are useful. Mainly taking into account the fact that they and civilians in general believed in gods. The sun goddess, for example, Amaterasu, was still a thing in this world, even though she doesn't actually exist in this world. Still, the Daimyo used the deity's name to legitimize his right to rule the land of fire under the belief that he was somehow descended from the goddess known to be a virgin. Ironic isn't it?
The same method was employed in other Elemental Nations countries. If I'm not mistaken, the deity who 'protects' Mizu No Kuni is Suijin, the god of water...
Still, thanks to the nobles, civilians can be converted as my future worshippers. I would have to start establishing temples with my figure and I would also need a divine name. Ryugami perhaps? I needed it to be connected to me so it was a possibility. Trouble was, my name meant dragon and while it was worthy, I didn't have draconic bloodline to become dragon god or anything.
"The gym is very easy, you know. But I made some friends."
"Oh... it looks interesting... are they pretty?" I ask distractedly as we make it to the dining room.
"Young master, be more serious. Is your curiosity just about pretty girls?"
"Of course, I will be a future king of the harem and I need to set my goals clearly." I sounded proud. "All beauties must be observed and in the future added to my lair. Muahahahaha. May male ninjas stay single forever and envy me for having dozens of beautiful and powerful wives."
"So that's your goal, young master?" Satoru Mikami, my guardian and self-styled older brother asked with a bitter smile on his face.
"Old brother, good morning." I coughed to hide my surprise and divert the subject.
"Good morning... You finally left the room, huh?"
"Yes, I was meditating a bit…how is business going? Boring as always?"
"Actually, some of the village elders are causing trouble. But you said you didn't want to get involved in your father's business anymore so I didn't do anything to stop them in their petty plots." Mikami says with a disgusted expression. I had already told him that we would no longer be involved in consumer goods trade for several reasons. My father had some very fertile farms in the land of fire and I intended to sell all that land. Maintaining was expensive and I didn't want to be a trader so it was something I wanted to get rid of quickly. Food trade wasn't a bad business but it wasn't the best and I wanted easy money and the easiest way to do that was with the Jiraya method. That is, writing pornography books. I already had the 50 shades of gray sketch, which I changed to be called 50 shades of ninja. The story was almost the same as the original, but the main character was a kunoichi specialized in genjutsu who meets a wealthy businessman and ex-ninja from a hidden village so secret that not even other villages knew about it. The plot followed that washed down with a lot of naughty and beautiful things that every man of culture likes. All of this written with the heroine's perspective being the main one... men and women would love this book since the protagonism was not masculine while the erotic parts were much more explicit and refined than the bland books of Jiraiya.
I also planned to put Sylvia Day's Crossfire series as an alternative literature, as there were many scenes of bisexuality and lesbianism that could be well accepted in this world. Or at least I hoped it would be well accepted... but if not,I didn't worry too much.
Of course I would only release it a few more years in the future, when the 50 tones trilogy was properly written and adapted to this world and I was older. After all, even in a ninja world it was strange for a little 4-year-old to know about sex and write about it. Good thing I started to change the minds of my acquaintances to already start accepting my perverted side little by little so waiting a few years was enough to assure me.
"Let the monkeys jump and do their pranks all they want for now. It's not important to give them some indulgences before obliterating their ambitions. I don't care what they do. Have you found buyers for the farms? Keep in mind that even if buyers are our enemies, I'm not against selling to them. Just make sure you suck everything you can from the bastards."
"Yes, but... are you sure about that?"
"We already talked about this."
"I know... sigh... I was just thinking about your parents... that was their legacy." Mikami spoke with a defeated tone. It was to be expected. His story was very tragic and my parents were like parents to him too.
"I'm sorry big brother, but my parents' legacy is you and me. Nothing more than this. I don't see you becoming a farmer or a businessman and I don't want to be weak like an ordinary civilian, so I aspire to be a ninja, so I doubt that anyone will act who could manage this for us." I justified myself again. "Unless you want to take responsibility for maintaining our business...
"Not!"
"So we're talking." I smiled at his answer and started to eat my lunch.