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

No one spoke in the meeting room.

That seemingly casual "Shall we dance?" felt like an invisible Susanoo weighing on everyone's hearts, making even breathing difficult.

Six Paths Immortals?

Isn't that the creator god from mythology?

Nara Shikaku felt his brain, the most powerful brain that he prided himself on being able to deduce everything, begin to malfunction for the first time.

All his strategies and plans seem like child's play, laughable and powerless in the face of combat power at the level of "grabbing a god by the neck with one hand".

Minato Namikaze stared, his mouth agape. He remembered the legend of the "Child of Prophecy" that his teacher, Jiraiya, had once told him.

He always thought that the child would be Naruto.

But now it seems the prophecy... might have targeted the wrong target?

Looking at Sengen's familiar, even somewhat irritating, face, Tsunade felt as if she were seeing her grandfather, Hashirama Senju, who was invincible in the ninja world.

No, that's not right.

The man in front of me is even more outrageous and unreasonable than my grandfather.

Only Fugaku Uchiha was trembling slightly, not from fear, but from an extreme ecstasy and excitement, like a mortal witnessing a miracle.

His Mangekyou Sharingan spun wildly, and the blood vessels at the corners of his eyes bulged due to congestion.

Surpass our ancestors!

This is the true destiny of the Uchiha clan!

Lord Qianxuan, you...you are the living Six Paths!

"Alright, stop looking like you've seen a ghost."

Qian Xuan waved his hand, and the oppressive aura that made it hard to breathe instantly dissipated. He returned to being that lazy street urchin.

"I'm leaving. You guys continue your meeting and discuss the details of the post-war reconstruction... no, I mean, the economic aid plan."

After saying that, he turned around and made a move to leave.

Just then, the air in the center of the conference room twisted into a strange vortex without warning.

The next second, a figure wearing a white vortex mask staggered out of the vortex, carrying a bulging sealing scroll that was several times larger than his entire body.

"Brother Qianxuan! I'm back!"

Ah Fei shouted in his signature lively yet irritating voice.

"This was quite a haul! The daimyo's private treasury in the Land of Lightning is far wealthier than the one in the Land of Wind!"

As he spoke, he threw the huge scroll to the ground with a dull thud.

"..."

The entire conference room fell into a deathly silence once again.

All eyes were fixed on the unexpected guest and the heavy-looking scroll at his feet.

Kakuzu's green eyes were fixed on the scroll. His instincts as a finance director made him smell a strong, pungent scent of money.

Fugaku Uchiha's pupils suddenly contracted.

This mask...this ability...

Tsunade's gaze, however, fell on the slowly closing spatial vortex.

That unique, space-distorting pupil technique fluctuation...

In that instant, countless clues in her mind frantically connected and combined.

Konoha has experienced a miraculous economic boom in the past three years.

Kakuzu's ledger contains "anonymous donations" whose sources never match and whose amounts are outrageously large.

The vaults of Sunagakure, Iwagakure, Kumogakure... were looted one after another.

And then there's this masked man in front of me who can use space-time eye techniques and is completely obedient to Qian Xuan...

There is only one truth.

Tsunade's lips began to twitch uncontrollably. She slowly raised her head, her beautiful brown eyes turning inch by inch toward the culprit who was preparing to slip away.

"Shuo. Ye. Qian. Xuan."

The sound was as calm as the sea before a storm.

Qianxuan's body froze instantly.

He could feel an even more terrifying killing intent than the previous meeting of the four shadows, which had already locked onto him.

"Shouldn't you... give me an explanation?"

Tsunade asked with a smile.

"Explanation? What explanation?"

Qianxuan looked completely bewildered, trying to bluff his way through.

"Oh, isn't this Obito? You're back from your business trip? You must be tired. The finance department will reimburse your travel expenses later."

As he spoke, he winked at Obito, signaling him to slip away quickly.

Unfortunately, Obito's brain circuits clearly failed to receive his complex signals.

"No need for reimbursement!"

Obito patted his chest, looking very proud, and said...

"It is my duty to contribute to Brother Qianxuan's great cause! Brother Qianxuan said that this is called 'redistribution of wealth,' and it is just!"

"..."

Tsunade's smile became even more "kind".

Kakuzu, standing nearby, shuddered when he heard the words "redistribution of wealth."

He remembered that in that underground vault filled with gold, Lord Qianxuan had said the same thing to him.

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It turned out to be like this...

Kakuzu stared blankly at the masked man, then at Sengen, and then looked down at the thick ledger in his arms that represented Konoha's financial miracle.

He always thought he was managing the treasures of an unfathomable god of wealth.

So after all that, all I was was an accountant in charge of smuggling stolen goods?!

Faith crumbled into pieces at this moment.

"Qian Xuan".

Just when the atmosphere was at its most bizarre, a clear, cold voice broke the deadlock.

Mei Terumi stood up.

Her emerald green eyes looked at Qianxuan with a complex expression.

"You're going to Kirigakure?"

"Um."

Qianxuan replied.

"Could you... please not hurt them?"

Terumi Mei bit her lip,

"The ninjas of Kirigakure, they... they were just following orders."

Over the past three years, she has become accustomed to life in Konoha.

But Wuyin was, after all, her hometown.

There her people were there, and everything she once wanted to protect.

She didn't want to see that man turn her hometown into a sea of ​​fire with his unreasonable methods.

Qianxuan looked at her without saying a word.

At that moment, another figure also stood up.

Yecang.

She walked up to Qian Xuan, and for the first time, her eyes, which always held a hint of aloofness, revealed an almost pleading expression.

"Sunagakure... too."

Her voice was a little hoarse.

That village betrayed her and abandoned her.

But there are still her former students there, and her compatriots whom she once risked her life to protect.

"I know I'm not qualified to plead for them."

Yekura's fingernails dug deeply into her palm.

"However, the crimes of those high-ranking officials should not be borne by the common people and low-ranking ninjas of the entire village."

In the conference room, everyone watched this scene in silence.

Qianxuan looked at the two women in front of him, one as aloof as the moon, the other as fiery as fire, yet both bowed their heads to him for the sake of the hometown that had once hurt them.

He suddenly felt a little annoyed.

"understood."

He waved his hand impatiently.

"I'm not some kind of devil who enjoys massacres for no reason."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Mei Terumi and Yekura, his eyes unusually serious.

"I'm just going to tell them that from today onwards, the rules of the ninja world need to be changed."

"And while you're at it, collect some interest."

After saying that, he ignored everyone and disappeared from the spot in a flash.

Only a room full of people remained, looking at each other in bewilderment.

And, Kakuzu, a former follower of the God of Wealth, is squatting in a corner, silently drawing circles because his faith has collapsed.