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

In mid-air, 100,000 ninjas stood like puppets suspended by invisible threads, deathly silent.

The wind stopped, and the dust settled.

The only thing moving was Fugaku Uchiha's Mangekyou Sharingan, which was spinning wildly due to excessive excitement.

God.

This is not an adjective.

That is a fact.

He looked at the man standing in the center of the battlefield, hands in his pockets, his clothes perfectly neat, and only those two words remained in his mind.

It turns out that Susanoo was not the end for the Uchiha clan.

Words must be lawful; that is true.

Qianxuan glanced at the faces below filled with fear and confusion, and curled his lip in boredom.

He raised his hand and gently lowered it.

"Splash—"

It was like a human rainstorm.

One hundred thousand ninjas regained control of their bodies at the same moment and then crashed heavily back to the ground.

There were no screams, only a dull thud and suppressed groans.

No one was hurt, but the feeling of weightlessness, like falling from the clouds, and the sense of powerlessness of having no control over one's own destiny...

It is more despairing than any other pain.

"Okay, it's much quieter now."

Qianxuan pulled out a chair and sat down again, pouring himself a cup of tea that had gone cold.

"We can continue our discussion about the details of postwar reparations... no, I mean, future development and cooperation."

He glanced at Onoki, who was being held in Obito's hand and whose face was ashen, then looked at the man lying in the human-shaped pit in the distance.

The Raikage only exhales, never inhales.

"I'm the kind of person who likes win-win situations."

Qianxuan's tone was as sincere as a door-to-door salesman.

"If I win twice, that's a win-win situation."

"..."

Onoki couldn't catch his breath and almost fainted on the spot.

He'd lived so long, seen Hashirama Senju divide a cake, seen Madara Uchiha flip a table, but he'd never seen anything like this before.

They took all the bowls away and then asked if you wanted to spend money to buy a spoon to lick the bottom of the bowls.

"What...what exactly do you want?"

Luo Sha's voice was hoarse and dry; he remained kneeling on the ground, not daring to get up.

This question reflects the sentiments of everyone.

He wanted to kill, but he didn't.

He doesn't want to be lowered.

What exactly does he want to do?

"What do I want?"

Qianxuan seemed to have heard something amusing.

"Of course, it's about leading everyone to prosperity and building our wonderful ninja world together!"

He pulled a thick stack of drawings from his pocket, covered with all sorts of strange lines and symbols, and slammed them onto the table.

"Did you see that?"

He pointed to a thick line on one of the drawings that ran through the entire continent.

"The first phase of the Pan-Ninja World High-Speed ​​Railway Network is the Konoha-Sunagakure line. It is 1,200 kilometers long, designed for a speed of 300 kilometers per hour, double-track electrified, and uses the MK-3 Chakra-Powered Locomotive, the latest technology developed by Orochimaru's laboratory."

"Once it's completed, it will only take four hours to travel from your Sunagakure to Konoha."

Qianxuan looked at Luosha, who had a blank expression, and gave him an encouraging smile.

"Would you like the kids in your village to be able to eat freshly baked scorpion meat naan in the morning, and then have a steaming bowl of Ichiraku Ramen in Konoha for lunch?"

Luo Sha's mouth was agape, his mind completely blank.

Ramen?

Is now the time to talk about ramen?

Can……

Four hours?

From the Land of Wind to the Land of Fire?

How is that possible?

That's a journey that takes more than half a month!

"Of course, the workload is huge, and we in Konoha alone don't have enough manpower," Qianxuan said, changing the subject.

"So I'm giving you a chance. You, Sunagakure, will provide manpower, land, and resources. I will provide technology, equipment, and funding."

He paused, then added.

"Consider the funds as a loan to you, with an annual interest rate of five percent. That's not high, is it? You can use your mineral resources as collateral."

"This...this isn't a robbery!"

In the distance, Lei Ying Ai, supported by his two subordinates, struggled to his feet. Most of his chest bones were broken, making his speech slurred, but his violent temper remained undiminished. "This is a devil!"

"That's not how it works, Lord Raikage."

Qianxuan shook his finger.

"I call this venture capital. You're investing in the future, understand?"

"future?"

"Yes, the future."

In Qianxuan's eyes, there was a light that no one present, including Fugaku, could understand.

"Once the railway is built, logistics will be established. With logistics established, trade will flourish. At that time, the ores from your Wind Kingdom, the coal from your Earth Kingdom, and the seafood from your Water Kingdom will all be turned into money."

"With the money, you can buy televisions, refrigerators, and the latest 'Make-Out Paradise' game cartridges made in Konoha."

"If everyone is making money and living a good life, who would want to fight and kill every day?"

Qianxuan shrugged, looking completely matter-of-fact.

"This is called peace."

The entire battlefield was completely silent.

All the ninjas, regardless of which village they came from, listened in stunned silence.

Most of them don't understand what logistics, trade, or venture capital are.

But they understood the last sentence.

There's money to be made, and a good life to live.

There's no need for fighting and killing anymore.

This temptation was far too great for these ninjas who had spent their lives risking their lives.

In an instant, morale completely collapsed.

As Onoki looked down at the Iwagakure ninja below, who had initially been united in hatred but now had shifty eyes and were even whispering among themselves, his heart sank to the bottom.

He knew he had lost.

It wasn't because of a lack of strength.

They lost because of their limited perspective.

While they were still thinking about how to divide up territory and how to seize missions, this man was already considering how to lay an electric fence for the entire ninja world.

"So, what do you guys think? Would you consider investing?"

Qianxuan leaned back in his chair, like a hunter sitting calmly on a fishing platform, watching his prey's final struggle.

"I...I have a question."

Onoki was put down by Obito. He floated to the table, and for the first time, his aged face revealed a pure, politician's solemnity.

"If we agree, what... will we get in return?"

"Good question."

Qianxuan snapped his fingers.

"First, your village can be preserved. You can continue to be the 'shadow'. I don't like meddling in things; it's too much trouble."

"Secondly, all ninja villages participating in the 'Ninja World Restoration Plan' will receive technical support from Konoha. Medical care, energy, infrastructure, and even ninjutsu—we can discuss anything as long as you can afford the price."

"third……"

A wicked smile curled at the corners of Qian Xuan's mouth.

"You will be given a chance to take revenge on me."

"What?"

Raikage Ai and Onoki were both taken aback.

Did I say something wrong?

Qianxuan looked completely innocent.

"You're so weak now, you're not even worthy of tickling me. But if you become stronger, a thousand times stronger, ten thousand times stronger than you are now, perhaps... you'll have a chance to pull me off this chair?"

He glanced around at the three figures with different expressions, his voice filled with seductive allure.

"I'll give you a chance to catch up with me."

"An opportunity to openly and honestly become richer and more powerful than Konoha."

"Of course, that's on the condition that you abide by the new rules of the game I've set."

"So? Is this deal worthwhile?"

madman!

These were the thoughts that simultaneously popped into the minds of Onoki and Raikage A.

This man is a complete, incurable madman!

Instead of eliminating the threat completely, he was handing a knife to his enemy.

What exactly does he want to do?

What exactly is he plotting?

They don't understand.

But they knew they had no choice.

This tempting contract, offered by the devil, left them with no choice but to sign their names.

"I...Iwagakure agree."

Onoki, the old man who had dominated the ninja world his entire life, slowly lowered his proud head.

These three words seemed to drain all the strength from his body.

"Hidden Clouds..."

Ray Shadow Ai's teeth were grinding together so hard that his lips were bleeding.

He looked at the Cloud Village ninjas behind him with their complex expressions, and then at the blue Susanoo in the distance that made him feel suffocated just by standing there.

Finally, he managed to squeeze out a single word through gritted teeth.

"……good."

Thus, the so-called Fourth Shinobi World War came to an end in an absurd way that no one could have predicted.

There were no corpses strewn across the fields, no rivers of blood flowing.

There was only one man, one table, and a verbal agreement about building the railway.

And, the complete end of an old era.