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Kapitel 65: 65 - How to Build an Empire [Interlude]

When the news of Orochimaru's injury and Tsunade's defection reached Suna, the entire village was filled with a celebratory atmosphere.

Ebizō and Chiyo eagerly discussed how to exploit the situation, plotting ways to gain a decisive advantage for Suna on the front lines. Maps were spread across the Kazekage's desk, marked with potential strike points against Konoha's weakened defenses.

"If we move our forces here," Chiyo pointed to a spot near the border, "we could cut off their supply lines completely."

The conversation got so heated that Rasa removed his Kazekage hat, slammed it on the table, and seemed ready to leap onto the table to battle. "With Orochimaru crippled, we can push back against their forces once and for all!"

But just as the discussion was reaching its peak, an ANBU suddenly appeared with a Body Flicker, kneeling to report and interrupting the high-level meeting.

"Kazekage-sama, there's trouble!" His mask couldn't hide the urgency in his voice.

"What happened?"

"Pakura has returned!"

How dare she show her face here after what she did?

The room temperature seemed to drop several degrees. Rasa, still fueled by his passionate emotions, slammed the table and shouted, "That traitor dares to return?"

No sooner were the words spoken than the office door was kicked open with enough force to crack the wood.

Pakura strode in boldly, carrying a massive scroll on her back and dragging a cocoon-wrapped humanoid figure behind her. Her aura was overwhelming.

"And who," she demanded, "are you calling a traitor?"

In an instant, the previously lively meeting felt like someone had hit the pause button.

Everyone turned their heads toward the door. The ANBU's hand moved to his weapon pouch, but he didn't draw.

"Are you here to surrender yourself?" Rasa's gold dust stirred restlessly around him, reflecting his agitation.

However, Chiyo and Ebizō, instantly noticed that something was off. Chiyo quickly signaled to Rasa to calm down. The guards should have stopped her... unless...

They knew Rasa had been rash in labeling Pakura a traitor. A small faction of ninjas in the village still supported her. Their loyalty to the renowned Scorch Release user remained unshaken, even after her supposed betrayal.

But that couldn't explain how she managed to walk unhindered straight to the Kazekage's office.

Moreover, there were hardly any signs of battle on her. The only sign of exertion was the slight drag marks from the cocoon she pulled behind her.

What happened outside? How did she get this far?

Ebizō steadied the Kazekage's shoulders while Chiyo made a subtle hand gesture to the ANBU at the door, signaling them to investigate the situation outside.

Before the ANBU could go, Pakura spoke up, "Why should I surrender myself? And who are you to brand me a traitor?" She kicked the cocoon forward slightly, letting it roll to a stop in the center of the room.

"Because I am the Kazekage now!" Rasa declared, stepping forward with pride and authority.

"And who decided you would be Kazekage?"

"Ahem."

Ebizō cleared his throat, quickly stepping in to mediate. His old eyes darted between the growing crowd at the door and the cocoon on the floor. We need to control this situation before it explodes.

"It's well known that the Third Kazekage's sudden death plunged the village into a crisis," he said. "That's when we, the elders, recommended Rasa as the Fourth Kazekage. The decision was also approved by the jonin council."

"Pakura, if you have concerns about the village's leadership, we'll hear them. You chose to return today—we can discuss this properly. But openly defying the Kazekage? That's turning your back on Suna itself!"

Ebizō's words were far more measured than Rasa's. He skillfully defended the Kazekage's authority while offering Pakura an out.

You think you can talk your way out of this, old man?

Unfortunately, his skilled rhetoric was destined to be useless today. No matter how he maneuvered, Pakura had a move to end it all.

She strode to the center of the room and brought her heel down on the cocoon.

"And why," she retorted, "do you two get to decide the next Kazekage? Did you even find out how the Third Kazekage died?"

By this time, a crowd had gathered at the Kazekage's office entrance. The elders noticed that nearly all the jonin left in the village had come.

Even the ANBU they had sent to investigate remained at the door, ignoring their signals, as if they were all waiting for the truth to be revealed.

What happened? They seems to know something we don't.

Finally, Pakura revealed her trump card. 

She unwrapped the cocoon's head and activated the scroll behind her, summoning a unique puppet.

In that moment, the scene outside the Kazekage's office exploded in an uproar.

"Th-that's...the Third Kazekage!"

"The Third Kazekage was turned into a puppet?! Who did this?!"

"Isn't that Sasori? Chiyo-sama's grandson!"

"Sasori killed the Third Kazekage?! Pakura-sama was telling the truth?!"

Why had Pakura been able to walk unhindered into the Kazekage's office without a scratch?

The answer was now clear. The jonin's expressions, the ANBU's hesitation—they had all been waiting for this moment.

She held the key to breaking the stalemate.

"So, how did the Third Kazekage die? Chiyo-sama, Ebizō-sama, can you really claim you didn't know?"

The puppet's polished surfaces caught the light, every intricate joint and modification a signature of its maker's craft.

Pakura stood silent, letting the truth before them speak for itself.

"Your grandson killed the Third Kazekage, Chiyo-sama, and you concealed it." Her words fell like stones. "Yet you presume to select our next leader?"

Ebizō placed a steadying hand on his sister's shoulder, his fingers trembled against her robe.

Pakura's gaze shifted to the current Kazekage. "And you, Rasa? How do you justify holding this position, supported by those who shield a murderer?"

She pulled out a chair and sat, one arm resting on the table, one foot planted on Sasori's cocooned form. The growing crowd pressed against the doorway, ninjas straining to witness what was unfolding.

"I didn't return today to parade Sasori's capture. I came to reclaim what was taken from me."

Rasa took an involuntary step back. His gaze fell to the Kazekage hat on the table—the one he'd cast aside mere minutes ago. The hat lay there like a crown waiting to change hands

The pieces had aligned perfectly, as if guided by an unseen hand.

Hidden observers in every corner of Suna rushed to report what they had witnessed, their messages flying out like desert hawks into the gathering dusk.

In just two days, two Kages had stepped down—not due to death or retirement, but forced abdication. Such an extraordinary event had never occurred in the past fifty years.

When Pakura finally relished her moment of glory, basking in the pinnacle of her life, in the neighboring Land of Rain, Shin was taking stock of the gains from his journey.

The first acquisition he addressed was Hiruko—the boss-level character worthy of starring in his own movie.

After moving through emotions like resentment, venting, despondency, and despair, the imprisoned Hiruko had finally found calm.

At least, he no longer muttered "Tsunade" and "Orochimaru" like a lovesick fool in the dungeon.

"Have you reached a decision?" Shin asked directly as he entered.

Though Hiruko had calmed down, his expression still darkened at the oppressive demeanor of Akatsuki. His chains clinked softly as he shifted.

"The conditions you're offering are absurd! II've sworn my loyalty to the organization, yet you keep me caged like some common prisoner? Do you also belittle my work?"

"How many times must I repeat myself? The Chimera Jutsu could revolutionize the entire shinobi world! Those short-sighted fools in Konoha—they cast me out because they feared true power! Support my work, and I'll share every breakthrough. This jutsu could rival even the power of a Tailed Beast! What more proof do you need?"

Konan scoffed dismissively at his outburst. Beside her, Kakuzu was equally unimpressed, his arms crossed as he leaned against the damp wall.

But Shin? Perhaps the only one in the room who truly acknowledged Hiruko's potential.

Yet ironically, he was also the one who rejected him most decisively.

He tapped his knuckle against the table to interrupt Hiruko's desperate pitch. "I don't doubt your capabilities. But I've made it clear—how you spend your spare time on research is up to you. But during work hours, you must prioritize my tasks."

"Your first assignment: help establish a shinobi research division."

This clash of priorities had been the core issue between him and Hiruko since his defection.

Hiruko felt that offering all his research was already a great concession. A genius should enjoy complete freedom. His chains rattled as he leaned forward. Why can't he see the brilliance of my work?

But Shin placed greater importance on Ame's overall development than on one man's research.

"Why? Why waste so much energy on mediocrity? Don't you want to gain the power to upend the shinobi world?"

At that, Shin chuckled.

"You so-called 'villains' have such predictable goals—why is 'upending the world' always your ultimate aim? What's the point? To prove your greatness?"

"And then what? Let the world fall back into chaos?"

Hiruko was momentarily stumped, uncertain why Shin suddenly referred to him as a villain.

Revenge on Tsunade and Orochimaru, vengeance against Konoha, proving himself superior to the Sannin—that was clear. But after that?

He hadn't really thought about it.

"You know Danzō, don't you?"

Hiruko nodded blankly. His research, like Orochimaru's, had always pushed boundaries. And like his former teammate, he'd found an ally in Root.

"Then what's the difference between me and Danzō?"

Hiruko hesitated, unsure how to answer.

Seeing this, Shin answered himself, "We both have personal ambitions. But the biggest difference is this: I never deceive my subordinates with false ideals. Every promise I make to my people, I fulfill."

"You've heard, haven't you? Ame wasn't originally ours. We claimed it through war."

"Why do so many follow me into battle? Because when bread cost 50,000 ryō during famine, I promised to lower the price, and I did."

"I promised every meal would include bread and milk, and I delivered."

"I promised every ninja who joins Akatsuki would have the chance to learn jutsu, and I kept my word."

"I vowed to bring life to this nation and end its suffering, and I will achieve that future."

"That's why they fight for me. Even if faced with hellfire, one command from me, and Akatsuki's ninjas will charge through the flames without hesitation—because they believe I'll fulfill every promise."

"Even in death, we remain an unstoppable force."

Shin leaned forward, staring Hiruko down with intense gravity.

"Do you understand now? Upending the ninja world is merely a means to an end for me, never the ultimate goal."

"I admit your Chimera Jutsu is impressive, but right now, I need Ame's first comprehensive research institute more than I need your jutsu. That institute is the key to fulfilling my promises. Do you get it now?"

In that moment, Hiruko felt as though his pride and convictions had been shattered by sheer vision and perspective.

He finally understood why Shin mocked him as a villain. Indeed, even if he perfected the Chimera Jutsu, what then? At best, he would wreak havoc briefly, only to fade away like a fleeting meteor.

If his earlier pledge to Akatsuki was a desperate act of survival, this was the moment Hiruko began to genuinely respect Shin.

"Understood. I'll help you build this research institute as you wish."

Danzō, you didn't lose to Ame unfairly. You were simply outmatched.

Shin gestured, and Kakuzu stepped forward to remove Hiruko's restraints.

With his bonds removed, Hiruko flexed his wrists and ankles, the metal cuffs leaving red marks on his skin. He stood for a moment, adjusting to the feeling of freedom, before asking, "What's the first project for this institute?"

Having secured Hiruko's commitment, Shin no longer withheld information. He pushed two items forward across the rough wooden table. The items seemed mundane at first glance, almost disappointing for a discussion between powerful shinobi.

"This is fertilizer—already in limited use in parts of the ninja world. And this—an improved crop variety with higher yields." At least the seed incident gave me something.

Hiruko blinked in surprise. "These seem unrelated to ninjutsu or chakra."

Shin nodded. "But they'll ensure everyone in Ame has enough to eat. When every child has a full belly, more will be able to refine chakra. Over time, this land will produce more ninjas, warriors, and geniuses."

Hiruko didn't reply immediately. His eyes moved from the samples to Shin and back again.

"I'm starting to believe you really can upend the ninja world."

Shin smiled faintly.

"I've always believed I could."

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Kapitel 66: 66 - The Spy Who Chose to Stay

After Hiruko was captured, the first research institute in Ame quickly got on track. Shin stood at the entrance of the converted estate, surveying the transformation.

The site had been reserved long ago by him. After clearing out Hanzō's luxurious estate, it had remained unoccupied, specifically earmarked for the research institute.

This prime location, equipped with a spacious training ground, was perfect for an open-air experimental base for future research.

Kakuzu had voiced numerous objections. "This property could fetch millions on the market! Are you deliberately trying to bankrupt us?" he had protested.

However, Shin dismissed all these protests.

In his view, the worth of a personal residence could never compare to that of a research facility. Even his own home didn't deserve such a prime spot.

Shortly after the institute was established, Hiruko brought good news. He stood in Shin's office, surrounded by blueprints and research notes.

"The initial projects are proceeding faster than expected," he reported, spreading out his latest findings. "We might see preliminary results in one or two months. While not groundbreaking innovations, our systematic compilation of existing technologies is creating a solid foundation."

"Focus on practical applications first," Shin nodded. "Theory can wait."

The technological development of the shinobi world has always been bizarre.

Some regions had long entered the electrical age—like in the original story, where Naruto's house had a refrigerator, and the village featured utility poles.

Yet, other regions seemed backward by comparison, such as when the Land of Waves relied on manual labor by local villagers to build a bridge.

The shinobi world did possess a 'tech tree', but the disparities between regions are so significant that they feel like different eras entirely.

While this inconsistency had been noted before, few were motivated to change it. In a world with chakra, technological advantages didn't guarantee military superiority.

It was akin to playing a Civilization game, where an ancient-era unique unit could defeat modern infantry. If brute force sufficed, there was little incentive to invest resources in technological advancement.

The ninja world mirrored this scenario.

However, as a transmigrator, Shin's perspective differed greatly from most people here. He placed immense importance on the establishment of the research institute.

Even Hiruko, who had become the first director of the institute, didn't fully comprehend his vision. But time would eventually reveal everything.

Once the initial tasks of setting up the institute were done, Shin finally found time to meet Nonō. He watched her approach from his office window, noting how confidently she walked through the streets of Ame.

He was genuinely surprised to find that within just over a week, she had already settled into tthe village and adapted well to her new life.

She's more capable than even I expected. Danzō was a fool to let such talent slip away.

Since Nonō had never been directly hostile to Ame, she wasn't subjected to strict surveillance or restrictions upon her arrival—her treatment was even better than that of Rai, who had defected earlier.

As a result, she had managed to find a job, complete her identification process, register as a ninja, and even arrange for Kabuto to enroll in a new school during this period.

The Land of Rain was changing, becoming more welcoming to outsiders—exactly as Shin had planned.

He half-joked to himself that if he delayed meeting her any longer, she might even figure out a way to join Akatsuki on her own.

This made him chuckle, but he also felt genuine satisfaction. Nonō's actions were an affirmation of his recent reforms in the Land of Rain.

Standing in his office, he prepared for their meeting.

The original story often portrayed Konoha as the 'warmest village', yet it was that very village that caused the tragedies of Nonō and Kabuto.

Unlike Konoha's manufactured image, Ame had naturally drawn in those who had wandered the shinobi world seeking refuge.

Still, while he was pleased, Shin wasn't about to let emotions cloud his judgment. He straightened his posture as Nonō entered his office, Kabuto trailing nervously behind her.

"You've settled in well, I see," Shin began casually, noting how Nonō positioned herself slightly in front of Kabuto—still protective, despite their relatively safe surroundings.

"Ame has been... surprisingly accommodating," Nonō replied.

"You've probably guessed why you're here. I'll need your skills for the next few years, Nonō. You're far too young to retire just yet."

Noticing her fearful expression, likely stirred by unpleasant memories, he raised a hand to reassure her gently.

"But don't worry. We operate on the principle of equivalent exchange here. No Will of Ame ideology or Will of Akatsuki nonsense to bind you." He pulled out a contract, sliding it across the desk. "You work for me, and I'll pay you accordingly. It's all fair."

"You can even designate someone to collect your salary while you're away."

Rai, who had been standing quietly by the wall, immediately perked up. But Shin pointed decisively at Kabuto. Rai froze, turning into a gray statue with a crackling sound of heartbreak.

"You don't have to worry. We won't force a child to work," Shin continued, ignoring Rai's dramatic display of disappointment.

He pulled out another document, this one detailing educational programs. "Kabuto can continue his schooling and use your earnings to live comfortably. If he shows talent, he can even exchange your points for jutsu—his choice entirely. You have the same freedom too."

"You won't have to serve Ame forever. At most, you'll handle fieldwork for three years. After that, you can return here to either oversee intelligence operations or train recruits. The choice will be yours."

"We also guarantee your safety." He tapped a section of the contract highlighting compensation details. "If you were to fall during a mission, for any reason, Akatsuki would provide significant compensation to a beneficiary you name. Even if you doubt us, you can trust the money."

Kakuzu nodded in agreement from his corner of the room. "Indeed. People may betray, but money never does. Money is the most reliable bond."

At least he's consistent in his obsession, Shin thought.

Kabuto looked on anxiously, his small hands clutching the hem of his shirt. Having finally reunited with Nonō—whom he could to call Mom—he didn't want her to leave again.

But this time, Nonō stroked Kabuto's head gently and smiled. "You don't need to explain so much. I trust you."

"I trust someone willing to dismantle a luxurious estate to rebuild this vilalge rationally. Such a leader cannot be selfish. I'll gladly serve you. Please, tell me my next mission."

She understands more than I expected. This might be even easier than planned. Shin kept his expression neutral despite his satisfaction.

Over a year ago, Kabuto had eavesdropped on Danzō coercing Nonō to return to service.

At that time, Nonō had been reluctant, deeply resistant to the idea.

He didn't understand why her attitude had changed so drastically. He was too young to grasp the difference in circumstances.

But the seed of understanding was planted in his heart: Akatsuki and the Land of Rain were leagues ahead of Root. The proof was in every detail—from the clear terms of the contract to the way Shin spoke to them as people, not tools.

And for now, that understanding was enough.

Shin was deeply satisfied. He watched as Nonō signed the contract.

He gestured to Kakuzu, who promptly led Rai and Kabuto out of the room, leaving only Shin and Nonō. Rai still looked dejected, but he guided Kabuto with surprising gentleness.

Even Kakuzu was adapting remarkably well to his role, perhaps due to the regular paychecks.

Once alone, Shin interlocked his fingers in front of his lips and said, "Given your extensive experience in the Land of Earth, no one is more suited for this mission than you."

He pulled out a map, spreading it across his desk. "I need you to infiltrate Iwa, identify their supply lines in Kusa, and locate the exact position of a place called the Kannabi Bridge."

Nonō's eyes sharpened at the mention of Iwa, her expression shifting from civilian to spy in an instant. She leaned forward to study the map, her fingers tracing potential routes. Yes, this is the operative Danzō feared so much. The one who could change the course of a war.

"The Kannabi Bridge," she repeated softly, testing the name. "A strategic target?"

"More than you know," Shin replied, marking several points on the map. "This mission requires your particular expertise. Complete discretion, no combat engagement, pure intelligence gathering."

Nonō nodded, already analyzing the challenge. This wasn't the reluctant spy Danzō had tried to force back into service. This was a professional choosing her next mission.

"Timeline?" she asked, all business now.

"Take what time you need for proper preparation. But once you're in, I want detailed reports every two weeks through our established channels." Shin rolled up the map, handing it to her. "Kabuto will be well cared for. You have my word."

"I know," Nonō said simply. "That's why I accepted. I'll begin preparations immediately."

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The Kannabi Bridge—this name was undoubtedly familiar to any avid fan of Naruto.

But as for its exact location? Even Shin had no idea.

In fact, he has always wondered: given a ninja's incredible mobility, how could a single bridge become such a critical supply line?

Such questions require more intelligence to answer.

However, the Kannabi Bridge was situated in Kusa—a location that's no longer accessible.

Life rarely aligned perfectly. When Kusa was freely open for travel, Shin was preoccupied with Root and engaging in a game of deceit and deadly feints with Hanzō.

By the time he finally managed to secure his survival and free up his schedule, Kusa had already fallen under Iwa's control. The map before him showed the new borders, marked in fresh ink that had barely dried.

With Iwa ninjas fully occupying the region, conducting any reconnaissance became exceedingly difficult.

Initially, before acquiring Nonō, Shin had planned to wait until Nagato perfected the 'Pain project' and then send one or two bodies for an armed reconnaissance mission.

But with Nonō infiltrating the area, a more subtle and safer option has presented itself.

Just then, Nagato himself came to see him. The door burst open, letting in a gust of rain-cooled air that scattered papers across the room.

After his long seclusion, Nagato had finally emerged, his divine power beginning to show results.

"Shin! I've completed the first stage of the project!" He was like a kid, eager to show off a freshly assembled model kit.

This change in Nagato's demeanor warmed Shin's heart. This was how youth should be lived—free from the dark shadows that had claimed so many before. 

Yet nothing of true value comes without sacrifice. Everything worthwhile demands its price. Shin studied him carefully, looking for signs of strain or exhaustion.

The cost of Nagato's healthier approach was a significantly scaled-down Six Paths of Pain. 

In the original series, he completed them by utterly exhausting himself, pushing his body to the brink of destruction. 

He naturally refrained from such extreme measures. This time, Nagato had managed to create only three bodies of Pain in one go.

He gestured excitedly as he explained each one's abilities, like a craftsman proud of his work:

The Preta Path could absorb chakra with great efficiency, while the Human Path possessed the ability to extract and read memories. Finally, there was the Naraka Path, which served a vital support role by repairing damaged Paths when needed.

The Animal Path and Asura Path from the original series were omitted.

Nagato no longer saw summoning jutsu as indispensable; Ajisai was alive and well, and he could entrust her with taming and contracting summoned beasts.

He learned to trust the power of his allies.

As for the Asura Path, which relied on advanced weaponry, the Land of Rain's current technological capabilities were still insufficient.

In the original series, this body wasn't completed until years later when technology had advanced. Nagato simply crossed it off his to-do list.

He had come to Shin not only to share his joy over completing the Pain but also to request additional resources. His expression turned more serious as he broached the subject.

"Can I have Hanzō's corpse? I want to create a core puppet capable of fully utilizing the Rinnegan's abilities. I plan to name it Tendō."

Since Yahiko was still alive, Nagato naturally wouldn't consider using him to create Tendō.

Thus, Hanzō became the first choice.

The Salamander was still proving useful even in death.

Shin's first concern was Nagato's health. He stepped closer. "Is your body holding up?"

Nagato nodded and assured him, "Don't worry. I've already come to terms with things. I won't push myself too far. I can handle the burden of four Pains."

Shin scrutinized him for a moment to ensure he wasn't overexerting himself before agreeing.

"Hanzō's body is yours, but be cautious with the poison sac. Additionally, you'll need to come to me for a full-body checkup every day during the creation process. I'll monitor your condition with medical ninjutsu."

"If I determine your body has reached its limit, you must stop working on Tendō immediately."

Nagato was Akatsuki's most reliable combat asset.

Rather than focusing on replicating the Six Paths of Pain, Shin prioritized ensuring Nagato's health and longevity—at least long enough to see the next decade.

Seeing Shin's uncharacteristic sternness, Nagato nodded with a smile. "Understood."

"Here, take this sword—it's for Tendō."

With that, Shin handed the Kusanagi to Nagato. He already had Hanzō's signature blade, which he found perfectly suited for his use.

Nagato was stunned by the gift. "Where'd you get such an incredible sword? You went looting without me?"

Shin bonked him on the head with his knuckles. "Don't make it sound like we're bandits. We're a legitimate organization."

Nagato dodged, laughing.

In the following days, while Nagato worked on completing Tendō and refining his mastery over the Rinnegan, Shin didn't idle either.

He focused on reforming the Land of Rain, laying traps for Konoha, and maintaining his rigorous personal training.

Even with Nagato's extended lifespan, he believed that survival ultimately depended on his own efforts.

One day, after finishing his daily research, Hiruko approached him with a proposal.

"Your chakra nature transformations are already highly advanced—more so than even I can claim. Why not attempt to combine two elements to create a bloodline limit?"

"A bloodline limit? Is that achievable through training?" Shin asked, wiping sweat from his brow.

Hiruko's expression turned wistful, as if recalling a bitter memory.

"In theory, yes. I've summarized all the theoretical steps and key points, but I've never succeeded in practice," he said, shoulders slumping as his eyes fixed on the training ground's scarred surface. "Perhaps it's because of my talent."

"That's why I devised the Chimera Jutsu!"

Shin gave him a sideways glance, unsure how to respond.

On one hand, Hiruko saw himself as untalented, incapable of creating a bloodline limit. Yet he had developed a forbidden jutsu allowing him to steal others' bloodline limits—a feat arguably more extraordinary.

Perhaps Hiruko's Chimera Jutsu was far more outrageous than any bloodline limit?

As Hiruko's footsteps faded away, Shin turned back to his training. Wind Release had become almost second nature to him now—like breathing. The real challenge would be finding a complementary element to blend with it, as Hiruko had suggested.

A sudden gust made him shiver slightly. The evening wind had grown unusually cold for this time of year, and he pulled his collar higher.

He dismissed the thought for now. There would be time for experimentation tomorrow.

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