In the Land of Wind, inside the Daimyo’s estate, the Daimyo was once again roaring in incompetence.
“Are you saying that Sunagakure didn’t even bother to hide it and directly made it clear that they were the ones who did it.”
The Daimyo of the Land of Wind looked at the scarred-face man in disbelief.
He had guessed that it was those paupers from Sunagakure who robbed his and the nobles’ goods; after all, he knew exactly how deceitful and wicked the things they did were.
However, the Daimyo absolutely never expected that Sunagakure had no intention of hiding it at all.
The various traces left behind indicated that they were the ones who did it.
The Daimyo simply didn’t believe that a massive Sunagakure couldn’t even properly destroy the corpses and erase the traces.
“Lord Daimyo, this is information we obtained at the cost of several people’s lives.
It wasn’t that Sunagakure was too lazy to hide it and just stated it plainly.
Please do not deny our merit.”
The scarred-face man said angrily, the fury in his tone enough to burn everything.
A gleam of light flashed across the Daimyo’s eyes as he looked speechlessly at the scarred-face man.
With this kind of IQ, he still wants to help him unify the Land of Wind and exclusively control military and political power.
Stop joking around.
That is Sunagakure.
No matter how much they were defeated in the war, they still have three or four Kage-level existences, and quite a few Jonin.
They also follow an elite policy.
You, with just a few Jonin and some Chunin, think you can test their true strength?
Are you kidding me?
“Yes, yes, this is intelligence you obtained at the cost of a massive amount of manpower and resources.
I will compensate you.
If those subordinates of yours left behind any family members, make a list and send it to me.
My Daimyo’s estate will provide for them.”
The Daimyo of the Land of Wind waved his hand and said perfunctorily.
“Yes, thank you, Lord Daimyo.
We will certainly go through fire and water for the Daimyo without hesitation.”
The scarred-face man said excitedly.
He was a staunch supporter of the Daimyo faction.
His ancestors were samurai who exclusively assisted the Daimyo.
Even after transitioning into ninjas, they still hadn’t changed their beliefs.
After the scarred-face man stepped down, the Daimyo of the Land of Wind sat in his seat and began to ponder.
“Sunagakure, separating military and politics.
They have found money and no longer need to rely on me.
So, what should I do then.”
The Daimyo of the Land of Wind started wracking his brains to think of a solution.
Suddenly, he clenched his fists, his face contorting fiercely: “Damn it, without military power, it’s just useless.
Once those ninjas flip the chessboard, we have absolutely no way to counter it.”
…
In the Land of Wind, inside the meeting hall, all the higher-ups of Sunagakure were present, including the Jonin, except for Ebizo, Bunpuku, Sunasuke, and others who were out on missions.
Yun Qing scanned the entire hall.
Looking at the seated heads of the major ninja clans, the several elders, and the standing Sunagakure Jonin, a surge of heroic pride welled up in his heart.
These were all the cards he had accumulated, especially those Jonin.
He had once thought about changing fate and defying the heavens through the means of war.
Unfortunately, he failed.
He lost to human nature, lost to those parasites in the Land of Wind.
Even so, he still retained the cards necessary for a rise to power.
He had also changed his methods.
Since violence didn’t work, he would opt for soft power.
Yun Qing refused to believe that he could still fail under the strategy of building high walls, accumulating grain widely, and slowly claiming the title of king.
This was the successful experience of the great peasant emperor Zhu Yuanzhang.
That peasant emperor was the first to fight from the south to the north and actually win the world.
“Colleagues and comrades, today, our plans have already shown results.
Outside Sunagakure, green lands have appeared, and there is also sufficient greenery at the border with the Land of Rain.
Facts have proven that when we put our power into daily life, our living environment can be changed.”
Yun Qing delivered an impassioned and generous speech.
“Everyone, think about it.
Are you willing to cling to the so-called dignity of a ninja and live a life where you could die at any moment, or are you willing to set aside your dignity, use your own power to change your living environment, marry, have children, and grow old together.
All of this lies within your own choices.”
Yun Qing asked everyone.
Without applying any oppressive aura, Yun Qing, who deeply understood that guiding is better than blocking, decided to discuss it first.
The ninja clan heads, elders, and Jonin below all fell into deep thought, exchanging glances and silently consulting those who were usually the wise ones.
“Lord Kazekage, even if we are wealthy, we will be spied upon by others.
How should we protect our achievements then.”
An elder stood up and asked.
There was no questioning, just an ordinary tone of discussion.
“Form an army, cultivate ninjas dedicated exclusively to combat.
They won’t need to execute regular missions; they will only be responsible for defending the home and the country.
They will obey orders from their superiors, and the ninja village will pay them a salary on time.”
Yun Qing knew long ago that someone would bring this up and was already prepared.
“But, with your method, what is the point?
Ninjas, by nature, are meant for combat.”
A Jonin couldn’t help but step forward and ask.
The people around him nodded in agreement.
In their eyes, ninjas were meant to fight.
“No, that’s not true.
In my eyes, ninjas are not that simple.” Yun Qing shook his head, denying their words:
“Let’s not even mention that some ninjas don’t like fighting.
Just look at Lord Shamon.
What he excels at most is research, and the things he has researched are far more valuable than him going to the battlefield.
Then there’s Lord Chiyo, who excels at creating poisons and antidotes, capable of saving countless lives.
At the same time, there are ninjas who excel at other things.
For these ninjas, developing what they are good at is much more useful than combat.”
As Yun Qing’s words fell, everyone present began to ponder.
They hadn’t thought about this matter before, but thinking about it now, it really made sense.
Especially those elders and ninja clan heads; occupying higher positions, they understood the power of these “specialties” even better.
Shamon’s strength wasn’t considered too high, ranking at the bottom of the Kage level.
However, his research on Magnet Release, sealing jutsus, and the anatomy of the One-Tail Shukaku took Sunagakure’s strength to a whole new level.
This was the reason why Shamon was able to secure his position as the Kazekage of his generation.
“Indeed, just like Lord Kazekage said, my wife and I don’t like participating in combat.
What we prefer is researching puppets.”
A handsome red-haired young man stepped out and supported Yun Qing.
Seeing this young man, the crowd didn’t speak.
He was Chiyo’s son, Ebizo’s nephew, and held a very noble status.
Most importantly, he was the most outstanding puppet researcher of this generation.
He had simplified a large number of puppets and puppet manipulation methods, elevating Sunagakure’s overall strength.
“I also agree with Lord Kazekage’s words.
If our clan’s secret jutsu is used to solidify land and turn sand into soil, it’s much more useful than combat.”
A small clan then broke the silence.
“Yeah, our family’s secret jutsu could also be used to find water veins.”
“Hearing everyone say this, thinking carefully, using our family’s secret jutsu for something else would be pretty good too.
The family makes money, and the kids don’t have to go to the battlefield.”
“Right, right, the Lord is correct.
The ninjutsu I researched is the same; it can better serve everyone.”
……
In the following time, this group of Sunagakure ninjas, whose minds had been opened, displayed their wild imaginations.
Their own clan’s secret jutsus and their Kekkei Genkai were played out in all sorts of creative ways by them.
They all figured it out.
It was the general trend; there was no need for them to stubbornly hold onto everything from the past.
Since they could just make money, why go risk their lives?
Isn’t the tender white body of a girlfriend tempting?
Isn’t life precious?
Why must they go play with their lives.
As for the so-called dignity of a ninja, how much is that worth?
Just throw it away.