Chapter 204

Hitoshi's roar was accompanied by a subtle hypnosis magic, amplifying his authority.

Indeed, Hitoshi's roar proved to be highly effective, as it compelled everyone to bow their heads and embark on their journey of self-reflection.

"Yes, Kazekage-sama, we were wrong. We should set a positive example for those under our leadership," Yasuke was the first to admit his mistake, recognizing his position as one of Hitoshi's loyal supporters.

Encouraged by Yasuke's example, others followed suit, acknowledging the gravity of their errors.

One by one, they realized the magnitude of their mistakes.

Satisfied with their humbled demeanor, Hitoshi felt a renewed sense of his own authority.

"Very well. Recognizing one's mistakes and striving to do better is commendable. Do not repeat these mistakes in the future," Hitoshi declared, waving his hand to dismiss them.

Following Hitoshi's instructions, the others promptly left. Under the influence of Hitoshi's hypnosis magic, they felt a profound sense of shame.

Once everyone had departed, Pakura entered the room.

"Kazekage-sama, I no longer desire a role. I, too, wish to set an example for others," Pakura said with a sorrowful expression.

Although Pakura's status wasn't as high as others, it still surpassed the majority. She was the Kazekage's wife, the young clan leader of the Kana Clan, and the director of Sunagakure's Secretariat.

These positions alone were enviable accomplishments.

With a chuckle, Hitoshi pulled Pakura into his embrace.

"Let me ask you, who is the director of this movie?" Hitoshi questioned.

"You," Pakura responded.

"And who will be interviewing the actors?" Hitoshi inquired.

"You," Pakura replied once again.

"What is our relationship?" Hitoshi asked.

"Husband and wife," Pakura answered.

"In that case, I will handle the interviews, and you can audition. It's up to me to decide whether you pass," Hitoshi said, affectionately rubbing Pakura's head.

"But what about others? Won't they accuse you of nepotism?" Pakura expressed her concern, not wanting to hinder Hitoshi because of herself.

"Don't worry, this is not a matter of great importance that would impact Sunagakure. Besides, I can fool them," Hitoshi assured her.

Hitoshi felt that if he had lived in ancient times, he would have had roles like King Zhou or King Zhou You. At the very least, he could be an emperor from the Tang Dynasty, toiling away in the first half of his life and indulging in pleasures in the second half.

These thoughts accurately reflected Hitoshi's mindset.

The way Hitoshi conducted himself struck a chord with Pakura's heart. For women, a man's greatness didn't solely depend on his achievements, but also on how much he could do for them.

It was akin to an ancient beauty evaluating her own happiness.

Were you beautiful? Absolutely, Zhou Youwang played the beacon for his princes.

Were you a great beauty? In the drama, the Shang Dynasty perished because of her.

Was Concubine Yang beautiful? Who knows, but everyone knows that the Tang Dynasty almost crumbled because of her, leading to the Anshi Rebellion.

These were the standards by which beautiful women were judged.

If you claimed to be beautiful, the question was how many people were willing to die for you.

If you answered "none," then I'm sorry, but you cannot enter.

Without any sacrifice, you simply couldn't step onto the stage. Where would that leave the judges of beauty contests?

Each judge of those beauty contests eagerly anticipated your participation.

"Girl, considering all that I have sacrificed for you, how will you repay me?" Hitoshi playfully lifted Pakura and transported them through a wormhole.

"What you said is what you said," Pakura responded.

They instantaneously arrived at their home. Pakura's face turned even redder, blending with the other shades of red.

A fire ignited within Hitoshi's heart.

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The filming process for the movie progressed rapidly, almost nearing completion. Within a month, all the Great Hidden Villages had been filmed, and the final product was ready for judgment.

The judges for the awards were primarily the Five Kages and Shinōbi from the Great Hidden Villages.

The award voting was conducted anonymously.

All Shinōbi from Hidden Villages were ineligible to vote for their respective village.

This awards ceremony emphasized authenticity.

At the original site of Mount Sanrō in Tetsu no Kuni, a colossal building shaped like Mount Sanrō stood, leaving everyone astonished and apprehensive.

Building such a grand structure in such a short span of time showcased an awe-inspiring force.

To accomplish this, various elemental releases—Earth, Water, Fire, Wood, Wind, and Lightning-Style—along with numerous Kekkei Genkai were employed.

Lightning-Style was utilized to cut mountains and rocks, Earth Release laid the foundations, Wood Release formed the beams, Wind Release sculpted, and the various Kekkei Genkai contributed as well.

In summary, a medley of diverse abilities were harmoniously employed, yielding remarkable results.

Observing the heavy snowfall outside the window from his room, Hitoshi felt a profound sense of gratitude.

This was his first time attending the Five Kages meeting, his second visit to collect the bodies of the Daimyos, and now his third visit to participate in an awards event organized by himself.

"Is this disrespecting the Daimyos? Laughing and reveling atop their graves, standing on their corpses? Perhaps this is the grave Di," Hitoshi pondered, wearing a peculiar expression.

His excitement grew as he contemplated the scenario. His enemies lay lifeless beneath him, serving as his stepping stones, while he indulged in food, drink, and various delights with his companions and even his foes, each treated differently.

If the Daimyos and Samurai knew of this underground, they would surely rise and attempt to strike him down.

But there's no need to go too far—everyone has their own dignity.

In truth, the Daimyos and Samurai were oblivious to their fate. They were completely dead and would never rise again. The coffin boards had been firmly sealed.

"Perhaps this is also a method to suppress evil," Hitoshi mused, considering the establishments in his previous life—academies and hospitals built in unconventional locations, capitalizing on public interest to suppress dark forces.

The more Hitoshi pondered, the more he relished the idea. He saw the interconnectedness of many things, realizing that there was less distinction between them than one might think.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, reinvigorating Hitoshi.

"Please come in," he said, his brow furrowing. Who had the audacity to disregard the great Kazekage's rest and knock on his door at this hour?

"Hey, long time no see, Kazekage-sama," Nawaki entered with a mischievous grin, displaying no sign of embarrassment. Hitoshi's scowl seemed to have no effect on him.

"Nawaki, what brings you here? Didn't I say that we're done playing?" Hitoshi frowned, clearly displeased.

"Haha, Kazekage-sama, don't be so cold. I'm here to challenge you. It's been a while since we competed, and I want to show you my progress," Nawaki chuckled, as if he hadn't heard Hitoshi's thousand-mile rejection.

"Oh, that's interesting. Let's give it a try. I believe there's a training arena nearby," Hitoshi responded casually.