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

Chapter 207 Speech! Madness! (End of volume, time to kill)

hum!hum!

The shadows of the crowd fell on the pitch-black ground, and the hoarse horns rang in their ears beneath the booming tolling of bells.

Solemn yet not dull, dignified yet ancient.

Amidst the echoing music, A-She felt a slight surge of blood and qi, and looked up at the giant white monument.

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Wearing a crimson cloak, Yun Chuan stepped onto the stairs, and as he took his first step, the sound of a zither began to play.

The trombone is followed by ethereal piano music, the melody filled with a sense of ritual, as if praising those who ascend the stairs.

This piece was composed by Miroku, who is now the Minister of Etiquette and Arts. It features the unique timbres of instruments from the Land of Rain, making it a perfect war song for the opening of a war.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Yun Chuan did not pause for a moment and stepped directly onto the high platform of the Monument to the Heroes.

With his back to the giant monument and facing the crowd, his gaze swept across everyone's faces.

A-She felt that those deep and meaningful eyes seemed to linger on him for a moment, like seeing a puppy mixed in with his pride of lions, causing A-She to subconsciously catch his breath.

Yun Chuan didn't speak or make any movement; he just stood there, while the trombones on either side emitted mournful cries.

The gazes of the crowd below were exceptionally intense. Even Ah She, who was fortunate enough to stand in front, could feel the burning heat of those gazes, as if they were about to scorch him.

What should I say? What should I do? If all else fails, how about just smiling?

In this atmosphere, A-She's breathing became somewhat heavy, and he couldn't help but think to himself.

But Yun Chuan just stood there, his face expressionless.

Several minutes passed without anyone speaking or backing down. The scene remained silent as everyone stared at Yun Chuan standing on the stage, with only the long blast of the trombone audible in their ears.

Yun Chuan looked down at everyone, like a monarch inspecting his army. His deep blue eyes were so unfathomable, yet so captivating that no one could look away.

Finally, Yun Chuan slowly raised his arms and opened his arms to everyone.

Behind him, a blood-red robe billowed like great wings, casting a deep shadow that enveloped everything in front of him, and an oppressive aura that suffocated everyone.

That is the powerful force hidden in flesh and blood, a symbol of bringing everything to its ultimate potential!

"Gentlemen, it is the time of dawn."

With slow exhalations, Yun Chuan gradually lowered his arms, his voice rising from a low murmur to its highest point, exclaiming, "At dawn like this, the sky should be a pure, azure blue!"

He pointed to his feet, looked at the crowd, and said coldly, "But today, we stand here! We stand in the Land of Rain, on this land that has been trampled and drenched in blood!"

"The shadow of war still hangs over our skies! Beneath our feet lies a nation groaning and weeping in humiliation!"

"This nation's dignity has been trampled underfoot by those powerful nations! Those arrogant, powerful ninjas ride roughshod over our necks!"

Yun Chuan raised his head and looked down at everyone in the hall. His eyes were as wide as a seagull surveying the ocean. He said in a deep voice, "Some people may say: I just want to live, I just want to live as a human being, in the most despicable way, that's all."

"Yes, they are right. Life and survival are extremely important, but I must tell you!"

Yun Chuan paused, his pupils narrowing slightly as he looked at the crowd, and said in a low voice, "As long as those powerful nation ninjas continue to run rampant on our land, we, and even our families, will never have a future!"

"As long as we continue to deceive ourselves like this, as long as people from other countries scoff at the mention of the Land of Rain in casual conversation, we cannot live as living, breathing human beings!"

"As long as this weeping nation remains weak and powerless on the map of the ninja world, our dignity as human beings will never exist!"

"Gentlemen, now stand before the monument to the fallen heroes and tell me!"

His voice reached its peak and then poured down, Yun Chuan raised his palm upward and said coldly, "Do you want to be pigs and dogs, ready to be slaughtered at their mercy?"

"Or use your blood and strength to show them that you are also living, breathing human beings with families, feelings of love and hate, and dignity?!"

The questions, imbued with the "gift of orator," poured out of his mouth, and emotions of resentment, anger, hatred, fighting spirit, and fanaticism seemed to take on a physical form, climbing inch by inch through the skin and veins of the crowd.

The angrier they were, the faster they climbed, licking every inch of skin with glee, as if trying to form a thick callus on everyone's body. This extremely intense feeling was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

In everyone's ears, it seemed as if a voice was slowly and softly chanting, telling them that a sublime moment was about to arrive.

Shout it out!

"war!"

At the same moment, the thousands of people inside the hall shouted in unison, a roar that seemed to want to overturn the Hall of Heroes.

But Yun Chuan remained expressionless, radiating a terrifying aura, and said in a cold voice, "I can't hear you!"

"Fight! Fight!"

"Didn't you eat?" Yun Chuan looked down at the group, his voice booming over them. "Or is your resolve really that weak?"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!!"

The blue light made everyone's狰狞 faces look like demons, and their voices boiled in their throats like the roars of wild beasts, like surging waves shouting and yelling, echoing through the sky.

The air was thick with a frenzied atmosphere, constantly stirring the most violent and restless instincts deep within people's hearts!

The shouts and roars echoed in the hall for a long time. Like everyone else, A-She's voice was slightly hoarse as he gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently.

"very good!"

Yun Chuan swept his gaze across the fanatical faces and said coldly, "I am arrogant. I believe there are no spineless cowards among my men, and I am pleased to say that there are indeed no spineless cowards among my men!"

"The five great powers believe that we have no reason to exist. They seem to have completely forgotten about us. However, our existence is necessary for us, and we abhor dying without cause!"

"We have things more important than death, more important! More important than anything else! That's why we're standing here!"

"What we want is not the pity of great powers, nor a false peace, but true dignity and a better future."

"Without war, we have no status, no peace, no dignity, no future, and we could die at any moment! Everything we want cannot be obtained through begging, but only through iron and blood!"

"Gentlemen!"

Yun Chuan paused abruptly, staring at everyone, and said in a deep voice, "In this catastrophe, the war has taken countless lives. The power of a great nation is beyond doubt, and everyone is at risk of dying."

"In the history books written by future generations, they will find that no words can fully capture the cruelty of this disaster, nor any rhetoric can describe all that we paid for our survival."

"We will carry the torch through the long, dark night, step over the remains of our fallen comrades, traverse thorns and abysses, and finally, amidst the countless bones, rekindle the burning torch!"

"Our souls will wander in the ashes, their silhouettes silhouetted against the gentle breeze—that is the most soaring melody!"

"From now on, the dark clouds will not forever shroud us. The world will know of our existence. Our appearance will end this meaningless war, and we will see the true sky!"

call! !

Yun Chuan suddenly raised his right arm, his blood-red cloak billowing out with a muffled whooshing sound. He clenched his fist and placed it in front of his heart, saying, "A toast to us ordinary humans."

May our dawn last forever!

Bang! Bang bang!!

The crowd's fists pounded against their hearts like hammer blows, like a roaring storm and thunder; they could even feel the ground trembling beneath their feet. They roared in near-madness, "Dawn, live on!!"

Everyone trembled with excitement, their eyes no longer filled with confusion, but instead ignited with a spark, as if they had been given a renewed sense of mission, and became fanatical madmen in this speech!

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"Lord Yun Chuan is truly terrifying."

Leyou, standing at the edge of the crowd near the wall, quietly lowered the fist he had unconsciously placed on his chest. Looking at the figure standing on the platform, he sighed, "Look at them, they've become so hysterical!"

He has only been here for a year, but he is already deeply immersed in this atmosphere.

Even if Yangyan Village asked him to go back, he would find excuses to delay.

Who wouldn't like a boss who is visionary, charismatic, and generous?

However, after hearing these words, Leyou, who had lived for decades and was already quite shrewd, had his opinion refreshed once again.

The decisive factor in determining whether a person can become a leader is not skill or strength, but their personal charisma.

Without a doubt, Yun Chuan, who possesses both strength and charm, has already delivered a near-perfect performance.

The terrifying "empathy" and "infectiousness" of his words made his heart pound, even though he also came from a small country and was oppressed by a large country. It was enough to make the thousands of people in the hall, most of whom came from the lower class of the Rain Country, rush to the battlefield in a frenzy.

Thinking of this, Leyou glanced to the side and saw a face full of fanaticism.

Akiyu, who was once a low-ranking official in the Land of Rain, stood beside him, her gaze towards the high platform burning with intensity as she grinned and said, "Lord Yunchuan's leadership and charisma are unmatched, even by those five 'Kage'."

"He was born to stand in this position, destined to be the one who leads us out of the mire!"

In contrast, Kakuzu was much more indifferent.

Now he only has three hearts: water, wind, and earth, and only possesses three emotions: sorrow, longing, and fear, allowing him to observe everything from a third-person perspective.

A large portion of the people in the palace were people who had been reduced to having nothing due to war and oppression; these people should have been insignificant.

But when faced with these uncultured people from the lower classes, Yun Chuan didn't say anything pretentious or empty. He simply emphasized to the people in front of him again and again their desire for survival, dignity, and a future.

Kakuzu, who has lived from the Warring States period to the present, has witnessed everything firsthand and is now involved in the growth of Dawn. He has gained a deep understanding of the differences and gaps between the Five Great Nations and Dawn.

In the past Warring States period, ninjas survived not only by fighting wars within their own clans, but also by accepting employment from daimyo and nobles of various states, helping them win wars.

Later, Hashirama Senju changed the original approach and established Konoha, which was subsequently imitated by various countries, eventually leading to an era where each country had its own village.

Despite the apparent peace, the fundamental problems still persist.

That's the ninja's mercenary model, just like in the Warring States period. They were a group of mercenaries, not real soldiers belonging to a country.

It's a little better among the various ninja villages, where ninjas occasionally do work for the villagers without pay.

However, the villagers are not true civilians at all; they are all former ninjas or those who may become ninjas in the future.

Outside of the ninja village, even in nearby villages, it takes money to hire ninjas to help eliminate bandits. Civilians also need to pay to hire ninjas; ninjas will not contribute their strength for free.

On the surface, it appears to be a fair transaction, but in Kakuzu's view now, it seems quite distorted.

Almost all ninjas believed that the village's military expenses were provided by the daimyo, a view that Kakuzu had previously held.

But after becoming the Minister of Finance of Dawn, he realized that the military expenses of the Ninja Village were actually paid by countless ordinary people at the bottom of society.

These commoners had to pay heavy taxes every year, collected by the daimyo and various nobles. A portion of the tax was then given to the ninja village to fund its military development.

Fundamentally, it was these ordinary people at the bottom of society who created real wealth, not the daimyo, nobles, or those ninjas who did not engage in production.

In Kakuzu's view, the state has a responsibility to protect ordinary people who pay taxes. The wealthier the people become, the more tax revenue will increase. Increased tax revenue will enable the country to develop better, creating a virtuous cycle.

However, he did not see these phenomena in any of the countries and villages in the ninja world.

The one-country-one-village system established by the First Hokage undoubtedly stabilized the power of the Daimyo and the ninja, but inadvertently brought the common people down to the dust.

Ordinary people had no way of learning ninjutsu. Faced with wandering samurai and rogue ninjas, they either had to offer their necks for slaughter or hire ninjas as servants.

Even after the ninja village was incorporated into the country, its connection with the common people was only maintained through "employment." They took people's money to solve their problems, and were essentially no different from bounty hunters in the underground black market.

Such a connection is extremely fragile, almost severed, and is extremely tragic.

Therefore, without a doubt, the common people are a humble yet extremely important force that has never been valued by anyone.

Yun Chuan saw them.

What they need is not love, not bonds, but dignity, survival, strength, resistance, struggle, and to reclaim what belongs to them.

Yun Chuan is forging a completely different path.

Kakuzu mentally placed himself in the shoes of the five great nations, and in the opposite position of his own group. All he could feel was a deep sense of fear.

"Poor five great nations, you have no idea what a terrifying group of people you are about to face."

Kakuzu gazed at the figures on the high platform, his long-numbed heart skipping a beat. He murmured, "Can this group of people, this group of madmen, truly understand the pain the Land of Rain has endured?"

Perhaps, he could really stand behind Yun Chuan and see a landscape that had never appeared in the ninja world for thousands of years.

(End of this chapter)