Escaping the Mist Ninja starts with backstabbing your teacher.

Chapter 296 Hehehehe~

Within the Divine Might Space, the City of Bones continues to operate day and night.

The nameless screen remained lit, and several new data panels flipped back and forth as his fingertips moved.

She had just stabilized the Tsukuyomi space, which had been disturbed by Toneri, and reinforced it to a certain extent, making it exclusively for Toneri's use.

Just as they were about to rest, they looked up and saw a spatial rift silently unfolding in the center of the laboratory.

Izumi came out, the blue light in his right eye not yet fully subsided.

"It seems you've achieved your goal." Wuming judged the outcome just by looking at him.

Especially the right eye, which is now different, looks so much better than the original white eye.

"It's definitely working, but you still need to feel three more fetal movements."

"The first time is over, and there are two more to go."

Nameless sensed his chakra and then said, "So you're coming back? Why not stay on the moon and spend the other two days there?"

"I'll keep it, but I didn't say it's a no-go." Izumi Kawa reached out, and an invisible force drew a bottle of water over. He took a sip.

"While the moon is safe, the Sunway spacecraft is actually safer, isn't it?"

"So that doesn't stop me from returning to the Kamui dimension and observing the ninja world."

Wuming rolled his eyes at him: "Yeah, yeah, you're always right no matter what you say."

"So what are you planning to do? Continue your plan to reshape the ninja world?"

"Not bad!" Izumi nodded slightly. "It's time to properly train the top-tier combatants I've marked."

"Have the Eight Thousand Spears system organize them and categorize them according to age, physical data, bloodline direction, and combat instinct."

"Select another group of outstanding ninjas to join the list."

"It's time to throw out the first bait to make our platform more authoritative."

"The Cold War situation has taken shape, and none of the major ninja villages will let go of the opportunity to increase their combat power."

Izumikawa smiled slightly. The "mini firecracker" was not just for tactical deterrence.

Furthermore, the resulting Cold War situation will cause all ninja villages to increase their combat power due to this threat, concentrating all resources and capital on cultivating talent.

Profits, or capital, are stingy; they will never invest unless there is a threat or benefit.

External threats, as well as internal unity against external threats, will lead to investments in both morale and resources, regardless of cost.

"The countries that sell our ninja tools and equipment should have already benefited from them."

"Next, we can start deploying some of the armed units."

"And if you want to obtain these weapon ninja tools, you must participate in the tournament I am holding."

"Wealth, ninjutsu, secret techniques, seals, ninja tools, weapons. Want to obtain these things? Then come and participate in the Ninja Tournament!"

"Hehehehehehehe~" Izumikawa let out a villainous laugh.

Such a wicked grin left Wuming speechless; this guy really knew human nature inside and out.

The nameless fingers had started moving again, and several screens were scrolling through the virtual battle platform's construction interface.

Although she didn't want to discourage Izumi, she still answered truthfully, "What are you planning to do?"

"The anonymous platform can be tolerated by the various ninja villages, but the training module is too similar to what the ninja villages do."

"Although it's just a thin layer of paper, it will be very troublesome once it's punctured."

"Not many ninjas would openly admit to using your equipment for training."

As the manager of the Eight Thousand Spears System and the controller of the Tsukuyomi Space.

Wuming had a very clear and specific understanding of these data.

Izumi chuckled softly, a slight smile playing on his lips: "I'll say it again, nameless."

"No one can refuse a benefit that is already in their hands, especially when it is forcibly taken away by someone else."

"No one admits it, but neither do they refuse to use it."

"What if someone abandons a training program that provides three times the real time and dies on the battlefield as a result?"

At that moment, Izumi tapped his forehead lightly, as if he had remembered something, and changed his words.

"Oh, no, right now, at least for now, there's no battlefield, but there are still missions."

"I prohibited the war, but they've been testing the waters with their underhanded tactics all along."

"You should be very clear about this, Nameless."

Although the explosion at the border of the Land of Fire shocked the other ninja villages, preventing them from taking any rash actions.

But in secret, underground activities have never stopped in the various ninja villages.

They probed, they touched, they tried to find, they repeatedly leaped on the edge of being bombed.

As their probing becomes increasingly daring, they will continue to cross the line unless Izumi makes a move.

They would only stop fighting once he took action and the major ninja villages realized the boundaries.

Even this cessation needs to be questioned, because as time goes by, the offense will likely continue.

This is what humans are like!

"Perhaps you are right." Wuming paused for a moment, then recalled, "Everyone wears a mask, but in the Tsukuyomi space, another side is revealed."

She clearly knows the identity of each user, and naturally also knows their identity inside the virtual headset, as well as their statements on the anonymous platform.

"Humans are truly complex creatures!" Wuming murmured, deciding not to continue arguing with Izumi about these issues.

"Let's proceed according to your plan."

"I imagine the suppressed ninja world will erupt into a frenzy of celebration."

"And after those ninja tool rewards were distributed, another upheaval ensued."

"That's just how people are." Izumi took another sip of water from the bottle. "So I'm leaving this place to you. I'm going back to the moon."

"If possible, I'd also like to make a deal with Sherman."

"After all, it's not good to leave such a vast space on the moon empty and wasted."

"That's a place even bigger than the Tsukuyomi space; it can be used as the first line of defense."

A spatial rift silently rose up, swallowing Izumi's figure.

Only Wuming remained in the laboratory, continuing preparations for the Ninja World Tournament module.

Upon returning to the moon, Izumi looked up at the ever-present, unextinguished light source that hung high above him inside the moon.

Standing atop the skeletal dragon's head, we were once again outside the source of light.

"Master She, I'd like to discuss a deal with you. Let's see if you're willing."

The sound carried on, and a gap appeared in the light source, from which a group of puppets flew out.

The one guarded in the center was the puppet that the attendant often used.

"You're here again." The servant looked at him. "What do you want this time?"

"I want to make a deal with you." Izumi's hand reached into the spatial rift, took out a chakra battery, and tossed it over.

Shiren did not move; the maid puppet beside him took the chakra battery.

Only after confirming there was no danger was it handed over to the servant.

"Chakra?"

At a glance, Shiren could tell that what was contained inside was chakra.

I played with it for a bit, looking at its structure and the amount of chakra it contained.

He still couldn't understand the core barrier, but he roughly understood its purpose.

"Is this the chakra battery from that anonymous platform?"

"right!"

Izumi pointed downwards.

"There's so much empty space inside the moon, and you don't seem to need it."

"And on the ground, there aren't many places where I feel safe."

"And you are absolutely safe here, not only because you are inside the moon, but also because of your presence."

Izumi briefly explained the moon's uniqueness and its advantages, then cut to the chase and stated it directly.

"You know about my spatial abilities; I originally used that place to produce chakra batteries."

"Now I want to utilize the space inside the moon as my production line."

"The production of chakra batteries, the assembly of some ninja tools, and the mass maintenance of puppet soldiers will be expanded here."

Sheren pondered for a moment, seemingly digesting the word "production line".

This term is new, but he had some understanding of it in the Tsukuyomi Space, in the modern world section.

"It is indeed a very good choice, but why do you think I would agree to it?"

"Because—" Izumikawa smiled slightly, then paused. "These things are to resist the Gedo Mazo, which was originally sealed inside the moon."

"That was something that the Sage of Six Paths and our ancestor, Hamura Otsutsuki, sealed together."

Upon hearing this, Sheren's gaze sharpened slightly, and he immediately understood why the other party thought he would agree.

"What a cunning sir," the attendant mused. "Alright, I agree."

"After all, this is indeed a dereliction of duty on our part. If it can be made up for, I will provide assistance."

"But I don't want anyone to bother me, you should know that."

Izumi nodded slightly: "No problem, I will only allow puppets to set foot here."

With this reply, the attendant turned to return, but then seemed to remember something, looked down at a certain spot, and gave another word of advice.

"Do not enter or damage those former village ruins."

"Can!"

I never expected that he would care about that place, as it seemed to be the burial ground of the main family.

Watching Shiro return to the source of light, Izumi also rode the skeletal dragon downwards.

Now that the deal has been reached, it's time to get to work.

After landing on the beach below, Izumi saw Yogura pulling Momona out of the water, still clutching half a seashell that had been washed ashore by the waves.

Upon seeing Izumikawa, he immediately waved happily and shouted, "Lord Izumikawa, you're back!"

Seeing this, Izumi shook his head helplessly and said slowly, "Pack up, we have work to do."

Yekura nodded, pulled Momona towards the shore, and quickly finished tidying up after entering the skeleton hut.

The three of them boarded the skeletal dragon again and flew through the sky.

This time, instead of leisurely enjoying the scenery as before, I had a clear goal.

That is to find a suitable, open, and flat location to build the factory.

The search for a place didn't take long, and a suitable location was found quickly.

It is an extremely open woodland with flat terrain, backed by high cliffs, and with the sea in front.

"Let's stop here!" Izumikawa hovered the skeletal dragon in the air.

The three-tomoe Sharingan in his left eye transformed into the Mangekyou Sharingan and began to slowly rotate.

Kamui!

A crack quietly twisted and formed, like an invisible maw, swallowing up the entire woodland.

Large swathes of trees cracked and snapped, unable to resist the suction, twisting and being swept into it.

Izumi didn't want to waste such a long-lived piece of wood, so he swallowed it into the Kamui dimension.

As those centuries-old timbers disappeared piece by piece, revealing the black soil and gnarled roots beneath...

Momona stared, mouth agape, before finally managing to stammer, "This soil is so black!"

If you don't know how to praise someone, then don't praise them.

Izumi glanced at Momona, then her gaze fell on Yekura.

"I'll leave the moisture on the ground and those remaining tree roots to your Scorching Release."

"I need to burn them all, including the moisture, and I need a solid foundation."

Ye Cang nodded without asking any further questions. He simply raised his hands, creating a series of Blazing Release fireballs that continuously merged into a giant fireball.

This time, what he needed to do was not to explode it, but to penetrate its interior and burn all its roots and moisture to ashes.

As the orange-red fireball fell toward the ground, it instantly turned into waves of heat.

Like a tidal wave, it swept across and engulfed the ground, spreading continuously.

The old roots, insect eggs, and rotten wood of the underground trees were silently burned to ashes under its scorching heat.

Wisps of white smoke rose from the cracks in the earth, as if the earth had been baked.

Momona sniffed, and a slight rumble came from her stomach: "It smells a little good."

What a little glutton! Izumi Kawa reached out and tapped Momona's head.

His gaze fell on the ground again, but this time, he used his right eye.

Although it was only the first fetal movement, the basic strength had already been grasped.

He slightly raised his hand, and the power of the Tenseigan emanated from his body.

The invisible force of gravity caused the air to suddenly sink, as the palm slowly pressed down.

The black soil, pebbles, and extremely shallow pits were all forcibly smoothed out.

There wasn't even a ripple left; the ground was as solid as if it had been repeatedly pressed down by iron a dozen times.

Then he formed hand seals, and chakra flowed out of his body as if it were overflowing.

The secret technique of the Immortal Clan's genius caused his faint crimson chakra to flow downwards.

Like a paintbrush, it outlines countless chakra lines on a flat surface.

Like building a 3D design, the exterior of the factory gradually takes shape, while the interior is gradually filled with images of instruments.

Ninjutsu is so convenient.

As the 3D design sketched out a concrete image on the ground, the seal in Izumi's hand changed again and fell downwards.

"The Corpse Bone Vein - The Dance of Early Ferns"

The moment it hit the ground, its palm slammed onto the earth.

Countless skeletons emerged from the ground. The phoenix tree, like a living thing, continued to grow along the lines just drawn.

Wrap, pad, bone, layer upon layer covering it.

In less than 15 minutes, a vast white factory rose from the center of the open space.

Its bone color was like porcelain, shining like fine ivory, extremely luxurious.