A few days later…
Makoto Uchiha packed his luggage and left the Uchiha Clan alone.
That morning, a few clansmen even came to see him off.
“This treatment is quite a bit better than what future Madara gets,” Makoto comforted himself.
In his coat was the travel money Madara had given him—a full 10,000,000 ryo.
Fair’s fair: Madara hadn’t treated Makoto poorly.
He could be called extremely generous.
According to the mission ranks Konoha would establish in the future, only high-difficulty S-rank missions requiring a team of Jonin yielded millions in compensation.
Ten million ryo was equivalent to ten S-rank missions.
For Makoto, 10,000,000 ryo was a vast sum of money—one could even call it striking it rich overnight.
But it was still far from enough!
To build a ninja village, the required funds had to be in the hundreds of millions!
If he wanted to raise such a massive sum by conventional means—taking on missions to save money—Makoto would work himself to death before earning enough.
Therefore…
after careful consideration, Makoto decided he needed a benefactor.
Ahem…
a benevolent, righteous angel investor!
Regarding this point, Makoto had a template he could copy.
In the future Ninja World, every ninja village had an angel investor behind it, pumping money into it relentlessly.
Konoha’s angel investor was the Land of Fire, Sunagakure’s was the Land of Wind, Iwagakure’s was the Land of Earth…
Of course, no gift of fate came free.
The Daimyos of various countries paid the ninja villages regularly, and in return, the villages had to offer loyalty, protect the Daimyos’ personal safety, and safeguard their reign.
The Daimyos needed the power of shinobi.
After all, wherever there was oppression, there was resistance.
The nobles of the Ninja World had never treated commoners like human beings.
Starving peasants would not quietly wait to die, and peasant uprisings challenging the rule of noble lords were by no means rare.
It was just that every time, they were suppressed by shinobi.
“I need an angel investor!” Makoto decided to copy Konoha’s homework, unfolding the map he carried with him.
To find a backer, he had to find a big one!
Small countries were immediately ruled out!
Land of Wind…
endless yellow sand, sparse population, weak nation, poor people—pass!
That miserable place was completely unfit for human habitation.
A single gust of wind would fill your mouth with sand; Makoto had no desire to build a village in a desert.
Land of Water…
too far away, separated by a vast sea.
Building a ninja village there would leave him as nothing more than a regional instigator…
set aside as a backup!
Land of Earth was pretty good!
Land of Lightning…
also decent.
The Land of Fire was the best option of all.
After careful thought, Makoto decided to make a move on the Land of Fire before Konoha could!
The Land of Fire enjoyed a blessed geographical location at the center of the Ninja World, possessing the most fertile land and the cheapest…
er, rich human resources.
It would be ideal if he could secure the support of the Land of Fire’s Daimyo.
As for the future Konoha…
Could such a vast Land of Fire not accommodate two ninja villages?
Wouldn’t saying otherwise be an insult to the Daimyo of Fire?
Besides, Hashirama Senju was a famous pushover; good-natured people were always held at gunpoint.
He just needed to be slightly wary of Tobirama Senju!
Thinking this, Makoto shook his head.
He was thinking too far ahead.
First, he had to convince the Daimyo of Fire to become his angel investor—that was the major hurdle standing right before him.
As for how to convince the Daimyo…
Makoto already had a few ideas, mainly revolving around one central concept: *The Hashirama Senju Threat Theory!* Question: “What is a Daimyo’s greatest fear?” Answer: “Shinobi becoming too powerful and threatening their rule!” The ninja world created by that old hack Kishimoto was twisted.
The shinobi, who possessed raw military force, did not hold supreme power; instead, they remained at the bottom of the political hierarchy.
A truly bizarre world order.
Shinobi were treated as tools, and ninja clans fought endlessly among themselves for missions, while the Daimyos ruled from behind the scenes.
This rule in the Ninja World had persisted for a thousand years, with only minor ripples along the way that never kicked up real waves.
But now, things were different.
That rule was facing a massive challenge!
The power of Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha was simply too overwhelming—so immense that either one of them could easily sweep across the entire Ninja World alone.
Over the past thousand years, powerful ninjas had occasionally appeared in the Senju and Uchiha clans, but ninjas as terrifyingly strong as Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha were unprecedented.
They were likely the strongest reincarnations of Asura and Indra in history—one could even say their power was infinitely close to that of Asura and Indra themselves.
However…
If it were just that, it might still be manageable.
According to the millennium-old tradition, the reincarnations of Asura and Indra should have been entangled for life, fighting each other until their final breath, with no time to care about anything else in the Ninja World.
The Daimyos would only need to follow routine and issue missions to the Uchiha and Senju clans.
But now, things had changed.
This generation’s reincarnations of Asura and Indra—Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha—had temporarily broken their fate.
Giving up their thousand-year feud, they planned to join hands toward a new future and build a ninja village belonging to both the Senju and Uchiha.
Once such a thing happened…
How could any Daimyo sleep at night?!
The two absolute strongest beings in the Ninja World joining forces to create a village and aiming to bring peace to the world?
Daimyo: *”What the hell are you two trying to do?!”* Just thinking about it would make the Daimyos break into a cold sweat, unable to sit still.
Even if Hashirama Senju, that naive, simple-minded good guy, never intended to overthrow the Daimyos’ rule…
this wasn’t a question of whether you *wanted* to.
It was a question of whether you *could*.
Back in history, Han Xin, the Marquis of Huaiyin, had been completely dutiful without any thought of rebellion, yet he was still executed by Empress Lu, dying at the hands of a woman.
In this Ninja World, the Daimyos were in an even more precarious situation—they essentially had zero ability to resist.
As long as Hashirama Senju set his mind on reshaping the world, no one could stop him.
“Although doing this feels a bit like slandering an honest man…
I’m sorry, Hashirama Senju!” “I just want to climb the ladder so badly!” Saying so, Makoto Uchiha wrote down the contents of the “Hashirama Senju Threat Theory” on paper.