Chapter 185

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The power structure of the Naruto world is indeed peculiar.

Ninjas possess great strength, but above that strength are the daimyos of various countries, who themselves are not very powerful and have only a few elite ninjas as guards.

The daimyos control the ninjas in their territories not only through economic means but also by regulating the number of ninjas.

The method of control? War after war.

If the constant turmoil in the ninja world, the mutual hatred among ninjas, is a fuse, then the daimyos are the ones pulling the strings.

They want to use the power of ninjas but fear it turning against them, so they keep it within a stable number range.

Has no one thought about this issue?

Some have, like Madara.

Unfortunately, Hashirama, for some reason, lost his drive to continue after establishing Konoha.

Madara wanted to go solo but was too blunt in asking others to follow him. The result? He was seduced by Black Zetsu and completely lost hope in the world.

Now, Kyomu wants to do it, but he won't follow Madara's old path. He must clearly explain to everyone why he is doing this.

"Everyone, have you ever considered that the constant wars in the ninja world are not just due to hatred?"

Standing atop Ichikishimahime's head, Kyomu delivered his speech with great vigor. "No, that's not it. The root of the wars is this world's current system. It's distorted!

Great power should naturally be in the hands of the strong. When the weak hold power that doesn't belong to them, they fear it turning against them.

How to prevent power from turning against them?

By shackling it, restricting it in every way."

Kyomu's words echoed throughout Konoha. Standing atop the dragon's head, everyone looked up, listening quietly.

"But as the holders of this power, why should we restrict ourselves?

Is it because we cannot produce independently and need others to support us?

But the daimyos and high officials don't produce either. Why do they control the economic lifeline of ninjas?

Perhaps one could argue that ninjas only need to fight and not worry about anything else since they are only trained to kill efficiently.

But why not learn?

Because there's no time!" Kyomu raised his arms. "Why is there no time? Because the daimyos won't give ninjas the time to grow!

They only want a sharp sword, not one with its own thoughts! A sword that can kill but won't turn on its master is a good sword.

Thus, ninjas became products of a production line, starting school at six, graduating at twelve, taking on missions, earning commissions, and supporting themselves.

Many die on missions, never reaching adulthood.

What do they understand? What can they understand?

During intense wars, even six-year-olds are sent to the battlefield.

What do they understand then? What can they understand?"

Kyomu's words were not loud, but they hit everyone like a hammer, shaking their spirits.

Everyone fell into deep thought.

Their lives were filled with fighting, completing missions, and dying. Limited family love, romance, and other pursuits were only fleeting thoughts in their limited time.

Quick education, quick graduation, quick death became the fate of ninjas, turning them into standard-issue blades.

"And the root of all this is the damned daimyo-ninja system!" Kyomu swung his arm down. "Why can't we, who possess great power, be at the top of this system?

Lack of knowledge and management skills?

If we can learn ninjutsu, sealing techniques, and various forbidden jutsu, why can't we learn those skills?

Everyone, when a world system built around us is established and operational, we will be the masters of this world!

Wars will be far from us. Ninjutsu won't just be for killing; it can be applied more broadly, making our lives easier and more enjoyable!"

Kyomu wasn't just making empty promises. It was the truth, but achieving this dream meant inevitable wars and becoming enemies of the entire world.

The people looked up, listening quietly, their hearts igniting with the flames of a new hope, touching deeper parts of their spirits.

It turned out ninjas could do more than just fight and kill.

"But everyone, although the future is bright, the process will be painful. The current rulers will see us as thorns in their side, grave diggers of the existing order. They will hate us, seek to kill us!

Have you thought it through?"

As Kyomu's words fell, not only his followers but even some neutral ninjas were inspired, their inner sparks ignited.

"Swear to follow Lord Kyomu, fighting for a better tomorrow!"

"Swear to follow Lord Kyomu, fighting for a better tomorrow!"

"Swear to follow Lord Kyomu, fighting for a better tomorrow!"

The cries were uniform, with new people joining in, though not all neutral ninjas and residents did.

To some, challenging the entire world's order was madness, marking them as a warmonger and a major source of instability.

Like Jiraiya, who desperately wanted to stop Kyomu.

Just as he was about to speak, Minato grabbed him.

Minato shook his head, and Jiraiya's clenched fists loosened, his head hanging down in silence.

"Kyomu is more dangerous than Madara ever was!" Jiraiya thought.

Madara's first attempt to overturn the table targeted the five great villages. He subconsciously wanted to maintain the daimyo-ninja system, differing only in having one country daimyo, one ninja village, and a united ninja force.

Naturally, the daimyos, fearing post-unification backlash, opposed and obstructed it.

Madara failed.

But Kyomu's attempt to overturn the table targeted the entire world, challenging the system itself, making him more dangerous than Madara!

However, Kyomu didn't see it that way.

What Madara couldn't achieve, Kyomu would. The thousand-year wars would end with him.

Someone had to do it. Otherwise, what was the point of living?

And how could Madara compare to him?

Looking down at the shining eyes of the people below, Kyomu felt assured.

This was the foundation for changing the ninja world. Did Madara have this?

One man challenging the world is madness, but a group of people united is an unstoppable force.

To conquer, one needed brothers united in purpose, and Kyomu had many strong ones.

Having cut down Konoha's leaders, why not be thorough? Kyomu never held back.

"Everyone!" Kyomu raised his hand. "Thank you for agreeing with my ideas. I'm grateful you haven't left me at this moment.

The future belongs to us!

If not, my blade will carve out a glorious future for you!"

"Long live Lord Kyomu!"

"Long live Lord Kyomu!"

"Long live Lord Kyomu!"

As the shouts echoed, Kyomu patted Ichikishimahime's dragon horn, signaling her to descend.

Ichikishimahime obediently descended to three meters above the ground.

"Minato, what do you say?"

"I won't stop those who want to follow you, but you must declare that the killing of the Fire Daimyo was solely your act and unrelated to Konoha," Minato calmly stated, knowing Konoha's division was inevitable.

Some were willing to follow Kyomu against the world, while others preferred to maintain the status quo.

"Agreed," Kyomu nodded. "If you change your mind in the future, I'll welcome you back."

"You are all rogue ninjas now!" Jiraiya couldn't help but say coldly.

Clang, clang.

Kyomu removed his forehead protector, tossing it aside. "So be it. I never denied being from Konoha.

So in the future, as long as you don't attack us first, we'll avoid you during missions and wars, out of past sentiments."

As he finished speaking, the sound of forehead protectors hitting the ground filled the air. No one marked theirs and kept it.

"Kyomu, you're more dangerous than Madara!" Jiraiya spoke his mind. "You'll lead them into the abyss and ignite a larger-scale war in the ninja world!"

"But Madara had no Uchiha clan behind him. I do." Kyomu's voice was full of dominance. "Madara had opponents; I don't. Madara was strong, but I'll be stronger!"

The Uchiha clan members looked at Kyomu's back, listening to his dominant words, feeling assured.

Kyomu deserved to stand at the forefront of the Uchiha clan, capable of rivaling Madara.

They saw a brilliant future with Kyomu, a prosperous and war-free era, and they were pioneers like him.

It was an honor!

"Enough, we'll see in the future. My promise stands."

After thinking, Kyomu took three kunai from his tool pouch, breaking them with his hands.

Handing the broken halves to Minato, Kyomu kept the other halves. "If you need me, send someone with these. Each represents a favor. I'll help with all my strength."

Leaving a token, Kyomu parted ways with Konoha. It wasn't peaceful, but not absolute either.

"I won't take the Sarutobi and Shimura clans' assets. Everything else returns to Konoha." Kyomu turned. "Everyone, pack lightly, prepare your families and friends. I'll wait outside the village."

Finishing, Kyomu turned to Minato. "I don't want trouble. You can't stop me alone, so don't push me."

Warning, Kyomu rode his dragon to wait outside the village for his followers to gather.

"Tsunade, what are you doing?"

Jiraiya tried to stop her, but she dodged swiftly.

"Jiraiya, I told you, we're done." Tsunade said coldly, "And I believe Kyomu is right. I will help him."

"Tsunade, the village was built by Hashirama. You're his granddaughter!" Jiraiya's voice was urgent. "Remember the Will of Fire, from Hashirama!"

"Enough!" Tsunade interrupted. "My grandfather built the village, but what happened to the Senju clan?

My brother Nawaki's death is still a mystery!

The Will of Fire?

Yes, it started with my grandfather, perfected by my granduncle, passed to Hiruzen.

But look around!

The Sarutobi and Shimura clan ninjas, though mostly dead, were killed by their own. Did you see them on the battlefield?

No, even six-year-olds fought, but not them.

Oh, they were there, but not all of them.

The Will of Fire is tainted, from the root!

It's Hiruzen's will, not my grandfather's or granduncle's!

Why should I stay?"

Jiraiya couldn't argue, though he could rationalize it, he couldn't justify it.

"Tsunade, they're dead. Things will get back on track, everything will be better. Trust me, trust Minato!"

Shaking her head, Tsunade walked toward the village gate.

"Tsunade!" Jiraiya tried to stop her.

Without looking back, Tsunade said firmly, "Don't speak further. If Hiruzen and the others were killed by you, I'd believe things would get better, but they weren't."

With that, Tsunade walked on, some neutral ninjas and civilians following her, descendants of the Senju clan.

Though they lost the Senju name, they followed Tsunade.

During the First Shinobi War, the Senju clan always led the charge. In the Second War, despite dwindling numbers, they did the same.

But the Sarutobi and Shimura clans remembered the Senju clan's decline, forgetting why they did so.

People's faith scattered, but with Kyomu, they saw the light.

Though the future was uncertain, they believed in Kyomu.

"Tsunade-sama," Fugaku stood before Tsunade, extending his hand. "On behalf of the Uchiha clan, I welcome the Senju clan back!"

The Senju clan, a distant memory.

Tsunade was momentarily lost in thought, but seeing the followers behind her, she smiled.

"Our clans ended the Warring States period. Ending this era will include us."

Seeing their hands clasped, Kyomu smiled.

With Uchiha and Senju support, they were legitimate!

(End of Chapter)