Don’t Underestimate the Poor Youth!
23: Chapter 23: Thirty Years East, Thirty Years West.
Don’t Underestimate the Poor Youth!
“Hmph!
Thirty years East, thirty years West, do not underestimate the poor youth!” “Today you ignore me, tomorrow I will be far beyond your reach!” Makoto Uchiha frowned, sitting in his chair without saying a word, his expression incredibly grim.
He was in a very irritable mood right now, not just because recruiting ninja clans wasn’t going well…
well, actually, it was entirely because recruiting ninja clans wasn’t going well.
After being repeatedly rejected by the major ninja clans, Makoto Uchiha had begun to realize the harsh reality.
Akatsuki Village was still too weak at the moment.
It couldn’t attract clans that possessed Secret Techniques or Kekkei Genkai at all.
Thus, he had to lower his expectations, targeting the obscure, small ninja clans of the Ninja World.
Actually, these small clans were the mainstream of the Ninja World.
Large clans with Secret Techniques or Kekkei Genkai were a minority after all.
But who didn’t have dreams?
It was just that Makoto Uchiha’s dreams had been temporarily shattered.
Some small clans showed great interest in Akatsuki Village and had already sent representatives to settle in.
If they chose to go to the major hidden villages with their clans’ strength, they wouldn’t even rank, but in a place like Akatsuki Village, they would be the pillars…
Better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix!
However, there were also some small clans that infuriated Makoto.
These were clearly small families that could barely scrape together one or two Jonin, yet they actually looked down on him.
It would have been one thing if they just refused!
But they actually mocked him!
“Your Akatsuki Village dares to talk about world peace?
World peace rests upon…” He could wipe out their entire clans all by himself!
Makoto Uchiha really wanted to charge into the homes of these tactless small clans alone and slaughter them all…
but…
He held back.
At this critical juncture, if he flew into a rage and slaughtered people in their homes just because his recruitment was rejected…
once such a reputation spread, he wouldn’t be able to survive in the Ninja World anymore!
For now, he had to endure.
There would always be a chance to settle accounts in the future…
Makoto Uchiha had already written the names of those mocking small clans down in his notebook!
“Sigh, starting a business is hard…
If only I had money…” “I could just throw money at them.
Hard.
Throw it until they’re dizzy.
I’d offer fifty billion ryo as a relocation fee on the spot!” Makoto Uchiha sighed, imagining the scene once he became rich.
In terms of strength, Akatsuki Village certainly couldn’t compete with Konoha, and couldn’t attract those major clans.
But if they had money, things would be different.
Throwing money alone could win over major clans.
After all, major clans went to big villages like Konoha for a better life and a larger share of missions—which, in the end, was just money.
“Calculating the time, Kazuma and the others should have arrived at the capital of the Land of Fire…” “I hope everything goes smoothly.
Once we harvest this batch of chives, so many problems can be easily resolved…
Problems that can be solved with money are not problems at all!” Makoto Uchiha muttered to himself, stood up from his chair, stretched, and then glanced at Aqua.
She was dozing off.
“Aqua, don’t slack off!” “During the banquet last night, when you were drunk, you already promised me that you would contribute all your Medical Ninjutsu and your medical experience to the village.
Don’t worry…
the village administration will not forget your contribution.
From now on, you will be the honorary head of the Akatsuki Village Medical Department.” “Your name will spread throughout the Ninja World alongside the rise of Akatsuki Village.
Perhaps in the future, you’ll even be revered as a goddess because of this achievement!” Makoto spun his empty promises with ease.
“Yamete!
That’s cheating!
This is my life’s work!” Aqua clung to Makoto’s thigh, weeping like a baby.
Such advanced medical techniques had been swindled away by Makoto just like that.
But Makoto didn’t show her the slightest pity.
Pinching her ear, he dragged her back to her seat.
“Now, immediately, write a textbook: ‘Three Years of Medical Ninja, Five Years of Medical Master’!” Yes!
Even while busy recruiting ninja clans, Makoto did not forget to tap into the potential of Aqua and Megumin, who had appeared due to the system.
Megumin’s family heirloom, the Explosion Blaze Style, was indeed powerful.
The might of a single blast was comparable to a Tailed Beast Ball.
However, limited by her lack of Chakra, Megumin could only fire it once.
Furthermore, according to Megumin’s description, the requirements to learn Explosion Blaze Style were extremely high.
No one in the entire Crimson Demon Clan had learned this ninjutsu for a long time—so long that the clan had practically abandoned it.
But Megumin had cast aside the time to learn other ninjutsu and Taijutsu, spending a massive amount of time to master Explosion Blaze Style through sheer determination.
If only he could seal a Tailed Beast inside Megumin…
Well, actually, if she had a Tailed Beast, Explosion Blaze Style would probably become redundant.
The Tailed Beast could just fire Tailed Beast Bombs itself.
Besides Megumin, there was of course Aqua.
Although she always acted like a useless freeloader who only cared about food, she was still a goddess!
Don’t dismiss her so easily!
Aqua used resurrection spells as easily as drinking water.
Even in the heavily nerfed Ninja World, Aqua’s attainments in Medical Ninjutsu were like a ‘Tsunade Plus’ version.
It was just that, without the Senju Clan’s physical constitution, she couldn’t become a violent battle-medic who could both fight and heal like Tsunade.
But an Aqua specializing in Medical Ninjutsu was more than enough to prop up the future medical ninja system of Akatsuki Village.
Although planning all this was still premature, his past-life homeland, the Rabbit Country, had started planning great projects like the “Two Bombs, One Satellite” and high-speed rail when they were completely broke and starting from scratch.
Thinking ahead was never a bad thing.
The capital of the Land of Fire.
Kazuma traveled all the way with Darkness, finally arriving at the capital of the Land of Fire.
After presenting their visiting cards, a plump attendant walked out of the palace gates to receive them.
The two were led to the reception room and sat down.
After some brief pleasantries, Kazuma stated their purpose, then quietly slipped a thick red envelope from his bosom.
It is easier to deal with the King of Hell than with his little imps…
If it could be solved with money, solve it with money.
It was highly necessary to maintain a good relationship with these attendants close to the Daimyo.
As everyone knows, the extent of an individual’s power is often closely related to their physical distance from the person holding supreme authority—a boss’s personal secretary is often more powerful than a manager.
Kazuma understood this very well.
This was spending small money to get big things done!
“We have come this time on behalf of Akatsuki Village to discuss important matters with the Daimyo.” The attendant’s eyes immediately squinted with laughter, and his gaze became even warmer.
“His Highness already gave instructions.
If an envoy of Lord Makoto visits, we must report to him immediately.” “Please wait here for a moment, Lord Kazuma.
His Highness will arrive shortly.”