Naruto: I, the villain template, was hailed as a savior.

Chapter 164 I surrender; I've come to seek refuge with you, sir.

The morning in the northern part of the Land of Rain was shrouded in a thin mist, as usual.

Compared to the chaos in the south, the north is significantly more peaceful.

All that could be seen were faint white shadows swirling in the chaotic air currents; these were white doves fluttering their wings in the mist, flying to all parts of the ninja world.

Since reaching an understanding with Hanzo, Yun Chuan no longer deliberately suppressed or concealed his power, and Dawn City has now expanded several times over.

Although not everyone in Amegakure is a ninja, the number of people there is comparable to that of Amegakure, and this number is growing exponentially, naturally attracting many daring merchants.

"What do you think is the purpose of those white pigeons kept in Dawn City?"

A man who was about twenty years old, tall, and handsome, but wearing strange sunglasses spoke up.

"This... is probably used for sending messages, right?" The old man beside the man shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Lord Miyajo En, I've only been living here for two months, so I don't know what those pigeons are for."

"Delivering mail?"

Miyajou clicked his tongue noncommittally and laughed lightly, "Well, maybe, but I always feel those pigeons are quite clever."

As he spoke, he looked up at the city gate in front of him.

Dark figures thronged before the city gates of Dawn City. The morning sun illuminated the heavy, gloomy gates and also the faces of those people, each face shrouded in a hazy, ethereal beauty.

Click click click!

The morning bell rang, and all the city gates opened on time, though it was still barely dawn.

People of all kinds lined up to enter the city. Although there was no city tax like in the capital of the Rain Kingdom, routine checks were required, and entry was prohibited without proper documentation.

However, even though it was only early morning, the city had already woken up, and many shops were open.

Perhaps because of the distance, not many sounds could be heard, making the city seem cold and desolate.

No, or rather, a feeling of unfamiliarity?

The city seemed to be looking down on them, these strangers, coldly considering whether to devour them whole or spit them out with disgust.

But after a while, that feeling was shattered.

Because the people ahead had already entered the city, what they saw facing them were two guards standing in front of the city.

Miyajo En stopped his wandering thoughts and handed the letter with "Kiswashi Real Estate Co., Ltd." written on it to the two of them.

As he spoke, he walked past the two guards dressed in black robes into the city, but as he passed them, he glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye.

Beneath the sunglasses, those devilish, horizontal pupils appeared, a flash of blood-red light passing by.

Upon seeing the red hair of the two guards hidden under their hoods, the man's eyes narrowed slightly, a deep look flashing across them.

The next moment, when the two guards turned around as if they had sensed something, they only saw the man's lazy and slouching back.

"Lord Miyajo En?" the old man following behind asked in a low voice.

"...Ahaha, sorry, sorry, I was daydreaming. I thought I had arrived at the capital of the Land of Fire." Miyajo En chuckled, looking up and down.

It's very clean.

The area is filled with rows of shops and stalls, and pedestrians come and go, some carrying loads on their shoulders, others pushing carts; there are both itinerant and permanent vendors.

The buildings on both sides of the street, although still showing the unique style of this weeping kingdom, were clearly planned and laid out in an orderly manner. There was no trace of the neglected and foul-smelling scene that the capital of the Rain Kingdom had.

"Are you providing services to clean up the garbage and swill?" Miyajo En asked casually. "Are you paid monthly or daily?"

Unexpectedly, the old man shook his head and laughed, "How could that be? There are people scrambling to buy them. If it weren't for Lord Yun Chuan setting the rules, we might have to pay money to buy 'night fennel'."

"As for garbage, there are indeed people managing and cleaning it. If there is garbage or a dirty or messy area, the nearby residents or vendors are required to clean it up immediately. Each person is responsible for their own area, and littering will result in a fine."

"Night odor? You mean 'filth'?" Miyajo En raised an eyebrow. "You have to pay people to clean it up?"

"Yes, I think it's called the Agricultural Research and Development Department? That should be the name. They said calling it 'feces' directly was too awful, so the name 'night fragrance' came about."

The old man scratched his head and chuckled憨厚ly, "They've figured out a way to turn 'night fennel' into usable fertilizer, which makes crops grow better and is very cheap. Many merchants like to buy this fertilizer to fertilize their fields."

However, not just anyone can buy or sell them.

The residential area was divided into more than ten "sewage channels," which required open bidding. The bidding price varied depending on the area, and only qualified personnel could participate in the bidding. They were responsible for centralized processing and distribution.

Hearing all these rules, Miyajo En paused several times, then subconsciously asked, "Do you also use this kind of fertilizer?"

The old man shook his head and said, "The environment of the Rain Country is not suitable for soil cultivation, so we in Dawn City use hydroponics. We have special nutrient solutions and do not need fertilizers."

In other words, you don't use the fertilizer made from that filthy stuff yourselves, but sell it to merchants from other countries, and those merchants are happy to pay for it.

Realizing this, Miyajo En's smiling face twitched involuntarily, his entire worldview shattered by the shock.

What everyone despises and requires force to clean up is now a formalized industry here, with people even scrambling to get it?

The mindset of the city's owner is rather peculiar.

However, this also demonstrates the other party's business acumen and control over the city.

Miyajo En's company is called "Wedge Real Estate Co., Ltd." Real estate refers to land and fixed structures on the land, including various buildings such as houses, bridges, TV towers, underground drainage facilities, etc.

Therefore, he naturally understood that even in large countries, no businessman would be willing to spend money on infrastructure projects such as roads and irrigation canals.

Although the nobles of great nations loathe the city's excrement, don't even think about getting a single penny out of their pockets.

Even if he brought the methods of sewage disposal and fertilizer production to the great powers, it would be useless. Once they knew that he was going to collect excrement to use as "night fragrance" for farming, those nobles would not support him.

They would rather exploit the common people, or at the very least force merchants to dispose of filth, than eat vegetables grown with fertilizer.

But here...

"There don't seem to be any 'poor' people."

Yuya Shiro looked at the residents chatting and laughing in the shops along the street, especially the dark and thin construction workers. Although they were covered in mud, they were full of energy and much stronger than ordinary people in other countries.

The "poor" people he referred to were the kind of commoners who were barely clothed. Even in those great countries, there were such people: thin, dull, and lifeless, like human-shaped tools that could not think, barely surviving like walking corpses.

Judging solely from their mental state and health, the people here, even if not as wealthy as the fat and bloated nobles, are comparable to moderately rich merchants; there are no people living in extreme poverty.

"This is a rule set by Lord Yun Chuan. If there are refugees, they will be arranged to cultivate the land. They will be allocated land, lent seeds, and rented farming tools. These things need to be repaid in installments."

"Anyone can obtain enough food through labor, and all children, once they reach the appropriate age, can attend school for free to receive education, regardless of whether they have the talent to become ninjas."

The old man also heard what Miyajo En said, and smiled with approval and admiration: "I heard that the south is still very chaotic and there are many refugees. If Lord Yunchuan can become a daimyo, he can definitely make the south as prosperous as this place."

Upon hearing this, Miyajo En's expression stiffened.

Good heavens, they dare to say such "rebellious" things. The south is the territory of Amegakure and Hanzo, and the daimyo is a "lord" recognized and protected by both samurai and ninja.

For an ordinary commoner to have such thoughts, is it a case of ignorance is bliss, or is that "Lord Yun Chuan" just too popular?

"I see."

Miyajo En scratched his stubble and thought to himself, "No wonder the spy I sent lost contact with me."

It's not just because there are checkpoints along the way and strict checks on outsiders, but also because this is a place that "ordinary people" dream of, where no spies can hide under the collective prevention and control measures.

As he observed along the way, Miyajo En's ulterior motives gradually faded, and he made up his mind to honestly play the role of a businessman.

joke.

This situation is clearly not as simple as the intelligence reports suggested.

A barrier sculpting the entire city, a gatekeeper resembling the Uzumaki clan, the hidden chakra aura in the air, and a subtle, ever-present sense of being watched...

One coincidence might be a coincidence, but when so many coincidences come together, there can only be one possibility.

"The Sky Legion that gave Konoha a hard time." Miyajo En's eyes flickered, but he still couldn't hide his surprise and doubt. "I didn't expect them to be hiding here, and so well."

No one would have imagined that the "Sky Legion," which caused Konoha a great loss and even affected the entire battle, would be hiding in the northern part of the Land of Rain and would be connected with the recently famous "Dawn."

"That damn mission, let the idiots do it," Miyajo En muttered. "If it weren't for my Blood Dragon Eye and my identity as a merchant, I would have really fallen into a trap."

With this hopeful thought in mind, the two passed by an alleyway when Miyajo En suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Sir? What's wrong?" The old man was taken aback and asked in confusion.

"...Sigh, it turns out it wasn't that easy to dodge after all?"

Miya Shiro scratched his cheek, sighed with a headache, and smiled at the old man beside him, "Thank you for your help. You don't need to lead the way anymore."

Having said that, he ignored the stunned old man, turned and walked into the alley, his figure gradually swallowed by the shadows.

At the deepest part of the alley, a kunai slipped from Miyajo En's sleeve and landed in his hand.

The kunai he swung out collided with the short sword that slashed from the darkness.

Bang! !

They attacked almost simultaneously and blocked the opponent's blade strike. The force of the rebound from the blade made Miyajo En feel numbness in his hand, but he was certain that the opponent had not gained any advantage either.

"I mean no harm, could you...?" Miyajo En tried to build rapport.

But the attacking slash was blocked. The figure in front of him didn't stop for a moment. Taking advantage of the rebound from the shock, he spun his sword around once and slashed upwards. The sword strike was heavy, fast and ruthless, showing no mercy. It carried unparalleled cutting power. It was fast and fierce. The whistling wind that broke through the air showed the power poured into the blade.

Miya Shiro couldn't help but curse inwardly. After taking a deep breath, he planted his feet firmly on the ground and drew a line with his hand at a speed that was too fast for the naked eye to follow.

The gust of wind from the blade blocked the attack of the short sword like a wall. The blade met the blade with the blade, and as the kunai slashed down, it countered the short sword coming from below with the strength of a towering mountain!

Clang!

The blade made a piercing sound, and sparks flew as it cut through the air.

However, upon seeing the expressionless yet incredibly youthful face reflected in the flickering flame, Miyajo En stared blankly at the figure before him and blurted out, "A brat?"

He could clearly feel that the force of the exchange was truly terrifying. The two quick and ruthless exchanges made him think that his opponent was someone whose physical abilities were comparable to his own.

However, the face in front of him was clearly not what he had expected.

Being called a brat didn't anger Nagato; however, his eyes, covered by a black cloth, seemed to possess a tangible, chilling gaze. As he slashed across the blade toward Miyajo En in front of him, his right hand gripping the sword suddenly exerted force, sending the immense force of the slash flying into the air.

boom! !

Miya Shiro instinctively kicked out with lightning speed, striking the opponent's wrist with an upward slash to forcefully create distance.

This kick felt like he had struck an incredibly hard rock, and he couldn't help but stagger back less than half a step before regaining his balance.

"A survivor of the Blood Pond clan, a sinner who slaughtered his entire clan to avenge his wife."

Nagato slowly raised the short sword in front of him, blade pointing skyward. His black robes billowed in the dim morning light, and his chilling killing intent pressed down on the man before him with each word: "In your eyes I'm a brat, then what are you? A rat, even less than a brat?"

Upon hearing the brat in front of him reveal his sore spot, Miyajo En's nonchalant attitude instantly froze, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes behind his sunglasses.

But upon hearing the next sentence, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Speaking of which, do you know a guy named Miyajogo?" Nagato said coldly.

Miya Castle Guardian?

"I know him, of course I know him, that guy who managed to escape from me and go to Kirigakure."

Miyajo En put away his kunai, raised his hands, and said with a slick smile, "I chased him for half a year, hiding in Kirigakure and refusing to come out. I didn't expect him to die so mysteriously. Now it seems that you guys were the ones who did it. You've helped me get rid of a problem."

"So, I concede defeat. I've come to seek refuge with you, sir. I've come to remind you and help you resolve your troubles."

At this point, he scratched his head, looking troubled, and said, "I initially felt I was being very sincere, but now it seems that dealing with those idiots doesn't require my reminders or help at all."

(End of this chapter)