Naruto: Experience Pain, Start by Copying the Entire Shinobi World

The Land of Iron, Mount Sanlang.

The candlelight in the secret room illuminated four gloomy faces.

When Onoki uttered the words "Initiate the Fourth Shinobi World War," the air seemed to freeze into iron.

Mizuki Shizuka, the Fourth Mizukage who was deeply controlled by Sengen's Mangekyou Sharingan, still wore that polite yet aloof smile.

To the other three Kage, this was the tragedy of being a puppet after being completely infiltrated by Konoha.

But what they didn't know was that just moments ago, every word spoken, every hint of murderous intent in the secret room...

They have all been preserved intact through a spiritual connection that they cannot understand.

It was teleported to the mind of a man lying in a rocking chair sunbathing, thousands of miles away.

……

The Thousand Hands Mansion, courtyard.

Qianxuan rocked back and forth in the rocking chair, the foxtail grass in his mouth trembling slightly.

"The Fourth Shinobi World War... Hah."

He opened his eyes, and his eyes, which always carried a hint of laziness, were calm and undisturbed.

He casually spat out the piece of grass, stood up from the rocking chair, stretched, and his joints cracked.

"It seems some people never learn their lesson."

He turned and walked towards the Hokage Building.

That figure still had that carefree, nonchalant air, but with each step it took, the air in the courtyard seemed to grow heavier.

……

Emergency meeting in the Hokage's office.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

The core of Konoha's current power structure was all present at the long table.

Every face was etched with solemnity.

Tsunade pushed a piece of intelligence that had just been transmitted back from the Anbu through the highest-encryption channel to the center of the table.

"Iron Country, Three Wolves Mountain".

Her voice was deep.

"The four shadows—rock, cloud, sand, and mist—held a secret meeting. Preliminary assessment suggests they have formed a military alliance."

"Our target is Konoha."

After he finished speaking, the conference room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"This is troublesome..."

Nara Shikaku was the first to speak. His usually sleepy eyes were now gleaming with a sharp light, and his brain was already working at high speed.

"The Four Villages Alliance is not as simple as one plus one equals two. Intelligence, resources, troops... once integrated, its size will be several times that of us."

"It's more than several times."

Kakuzu, this ruthless god of wealth, coldly opened a thick ledger.

"I've done a preliminary estimate, and once war breaks out, our monthly military expenditure will be astronomical. Orochimaru's energy cannon project, the expansion plan for the new city, the second phase of the Ninja University project... all projects must be halted immediately."

He paused, raised his head, and his green eyes swept over everyone present. His tone carried a deep-seated hatred for war, unique to a finance officer.

"The little bit of wealth we've painstakingly accumulated will only last a year at most before it's completely wiped out. By then, even if we win, all we'll get is a mess of devastation."

Kakuzu's words silenced everyone.

Yes, Konoha is too wealthy now, so wealthy that everyone has forgotten the cruelty of war.

They were used to watching the village change day by day, to seeing the numbers in their accounts rise steadily, and to seeing the children laughing and playing in the newly built amusement park.

war?

This word is too extravagant and too heavy for Konoha right now.

"We can't fight."

Minato Namikaze spoke, his voice gentle yet carrying an undeniable firmness.

"We cannot let Naruto and his generation go through what we went through."

In the conference room, everyone nodded subconsciously.

They had all crawled out of the blood and fire of war, and they knew better than anyone how many young lives were buried beneath the veneer of peace.

"But now, it's not a question of whether we want to fight or not."

"Uchiha Fugaku said in a deep voice."

"It's them, they've already put a knife to our necks."

"Then let's talk to them!"

Tsunade slammed her hand on the table, and the aura of a Hokage shook the entire conference room.

"Send envoys to tell them that Konoha is willing to relinquish a portion of its mission share, and even provide them with financial aid! Any conditions are negotiable as long as war can be avoided!"

However, she was met with a soft sigh from Nara Shikaku.

"Lord Hokage, I'm afraid... it's too late."

Shikaku pushed another piece of information over.

"According to reports from our informants on the border, the forces of the four villages have begun to secretly assemble. Their objective is clear: to destroy Konoha in one fell swoop with overwhelming force."

"This isn't a conflict of interest; it's... a matter of survival."

Lu Jiu's words were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the last glimmer of hope in everyone's hearts.

The rise of Konoha has seriously threatened the survival of other ninja villages.

This contradiction is irreconcilable.

Unless, Konoha falls.

The conference room fell into a deathly silence once again.

Despair, like an invisible net, envelops everyone.

Just then, a lazy voice broke the silence.

"Hey, why are you all acting like the sky is falling?"

Qian Xuan, the man who had been leaning against the wall with his eyes closed and resting since the beginning of the meeting, had somehow walked to the conference table.

He pulled out the chair next to Tsunade, plopped down, and casually picked up an apple from the table, taking a crunchy bite.

His relaxed and carefree demeanor was completely out of place with the somber atmosphere in the meeting room.

"You still have the appetite to eat?!"

Tsunade glared at him, annoyed.

Why am I not in the mood?

Qianxuan took another bite of the apple and mumbled something indistinctly.

"It's just four villages teaming up to fight us. It's no big deal."

"What's the big deal?!"

Tsunade felt her blood pressure rise again.

"Sakuya Chigen, do you know that wasn't four hundred ninjas, not four thousand, but a combined army of over one hundred thousand ninjas from four major nations!"

"Oh, one hundred thousand."

Qianxuan nodded, his face still showing that calm and composed expression.

He looked at the pairs of eyes in the conference room, some worried, some solemn, and some resolute, and suddenly smiled.

"It seems you've misunderstood something."

He casually tossed the apple, now only the core, into the trash can, then leaned forward slightly.

In that instant, his lazy demeanor vanished without a trace.

Instead, there was an indescribable sense of absolute confidence and... arrogance, as if the whole world were beneath one's feet.

"What decides the outcome of this war is never those 100,000 makeshift soldiers."

"It's me."

Qianxuan's voice was very flat, so flat that no emotion could be detected.

But it was this calm voice that made everyone present feel as if their hearts were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

"For the past three years, you've all been busy with infrastructure projects, making money, and raising your children."

Qianxuan's gaze slowly swept over each person.

"And I haven't been idle either."

He looked up at the ceiling, as if he were recalling something.

"I am terrifyingly strong now."

"Even if I were to face that legendary Sage of Six Paths, I could still grab him by the neck with one hand and ask him..."

Qian Xuan paused, a somewhat wicked smile curving his lips.

"Should we dance or not!"

boom!

That statement didn't sound like a joke.

That was a statement.

A statement, both the most direct and the most terrifying, of the power one now possesses.

Everyone in the conference room was stunned.

Minato Namikaze's face was filled with shock.

Nara Shikaku's mouth was slightly open, his mind completely blank.

Even Tsunade, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar man in front of her, felt her heart skip a beat.

Only Fugaku Uchiha, after a brief moment of shock, began to tremble violently with extreme excitement.

His Mangekyou Sharingan appeared uncontrollably and spun wildly!

He got it!

He understood everything!

The Sage of Six Paths!

That is the source of the Uchiha clan's bloodline! It is the ultimate goal of all Sharingan!

Lord Qianxuan's words were no longer just a hint!

This is explicit!

He was telling everyone that he, Sakuya Sengen, had surpassed Uchiha Madara, surpassed his ancestors, and reached the legendary realm of a god!

This is the true, supreme glory of the Uchiha clan!

Fugaku looked at Sengen with a gaze that could no longer be described as fanaticism.

It was the look in the eyes of the most devout believers, who had seen a god descend to earth.

"so……"

Qianxuan's voice pulled everyone back from their shock.

He stood up and put his hands in his pockets.

"War will not break out."

"Because I will go there myself."

He turned around and walked towards the door, his back view appearing infinitely taller in everyone's eyes.

"Go and have a good talk with them."