In the center of Konoha, where there used to be a restaurant, Shan slammed down a thick stack of money, and the owner immediately knelt and cried out, calling him father.
With a surge of Wood Release Shadow Clone chakra, a three-story building rose in the blink of an eye. A large signboard was hung over the entrance, reading Panda News Agency, beside a logo of a giant panda chewing bamboo.
The onlookers began murmuring among themselves.
"What's this about? Doesn't Konoha already have a newspaper? Why set up another one?"
Don't think the people of the ninja world are primitive or illiterate—there are media outlets here too. In the original story, there was always a newspaper lying around Minato's home.
Shan walked into the newly built office and began instructing his shadow clones one by one.
"You—get that printer out and set it up!"
"You—rack your brains and dig up dirt on the higher-ups!"
He gave orders in rapid succession, then paused, pondering who should be the chief editor—the one with the sharpest pen.
A clone wearing a long coat stepped out. "Blunt Kairen reporting!"
Shan was taken aback. That pen would have to expose the man-eating corruption of the ninja world.
...
Canon swaggered lazily down Konoha's streets, glancing at passing girls every now and then until they blushed bright red under his gaze.
It had to be said—after undergoing the transformation of the Asura Sage Body, Kairen had become even more handsome than before, his aura truly one in a million. He was the very definition of a "high-quality man."
Canon no longer even needed to visit the pleasure houses of the Land of Hot Water. Just wandering the village streets, he could always find one or two targets to "fire upon."
Then he spotted a large black wolfdog strolling nearby—it was Kuromaru from the Inuzuka clan.
Canon pulled out an AK, used Body Flicker to appear right in front of the dog, and pressed the muzzle to its head.
"You think my luck's good today?!"
"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
Kuromaru barked desperately, his body trembling in fear.
Canon chuckled and patted his head.
"Good dog. Good dog."
Then, in a flash, he vanished in the direction of Jiraiya's home, leaving Kuromaru glaring indignantly, eyes full of canine contempt.
...
In every corner of Konoha where people gathered to chat, seemingly ordinary passersby had appeared.
At an izakaya, eight men sat around a large table.
One of them, a Chūnin wearing a headband, drank heavily and cursed the ninja clans.
"You tell me—is this fair? I've worked myself half to death for decades and only managed to exchange for two B-rank jutsu. But those clan kids get them handed to them for free!"
A man beside him patted his shoulder.
"Don't say that out loud. That's just how Konoha is now. There's no room left for us commoners."
Others nodded in agreement.
"Exactly. The only way we can learn ninjutsu is through the academy, but all those jutsu they give us are leftovers—scraps the clans have already chewed up and spat out. Even the Jōnin instructors they assign us are stingy as hell."
"It's all the ninja clans' fault," one man said bitterly. "They greedily occupy the village's resources and crush the common people's chances to survive."
Another chimed in, his voice trembling with frustration.
"I only looked at someone from the Sarutobi clan the wrong way, and they sent me straight to the front lines! Tell me, is that fair?"
"Unfair!" shouted the drunken Chūnin.
"So we have to do something about it!"
"Do what?"
"Overthrow the clans! Down with the Third Hokage! Support Princess Tsunade to become the Hokage's assistant!"
"This..."
"Come on, shout it out! Boost morale!"
"Alright then—down with the clans! Down with the Third! Long live Princess Tsunade!"
Kairen's shadow clones smirked. Around that table of eight, one was a real Chūnin, while the other seven were clones, all broadcasting the same message—overthrow the ninja clans.
...
In the area where the village's old women washed laundry, one of them suddenly turned her head and whispered quietly to the woman next to her.
"Did you hear? The Third Hokage's having an affair with that bandage-wrapped high-ranking elder!"
"What... Where did you hear that?"
"Don't worry about it. Just don't spread it around. And I heard those big clans are dodging the war—sending commoner children to the battlefield in place of their own!"
"So dark?!"
"Yes, yes—completely rotten! They're monsters who eat people alive! This time, Tsunade-sama is going to save the village. When the time comes, we all have to support her!"
All across Konoha, such rumors began spreading like wildfire—
The secret behind the White Fang's death.
The truth about the Senju Clan's disappearance.
And the Sharingan in Danzō's arm...
Cloud Kairen stood quietly, gazing up at the sky. He shook his coat and murmured, "The wind has risen. This vortex is growing faster and faster... But so what? The maelstrom that makes the world tremble—will be the very current we sail upon!"
His eyes gleamed as he looked toward one direction in the village.
"So what if it's the Flying Thunder God? As long as I swing my hoe fast enough, that little foxy girl of Konoha will still end up in my arms!"
Two shadow clones stepped out behind him, transforming into burly men clad in heavy armor.
"At your service!"
"I am about to undertake the great work of unifying the world. Come—let us meet this Flying Thunder God together!"
"Yes, my lord!"
Snake stepped out helplessly. In that instant, the four of them radiated a solemn, battle-ready aura—as if they were marching to war.
One of the clones couldn't help but mutter, "You're just going to steal someone's girl... why make it sound so grand?"
...
Kairen slowly approached Tsunade's quarters. The four-pillared house had only been finished yesterday, and inside, the air was filled with her sweet floral scent—waiting for the little bee named Kairen to come and collect its nectar.
Tsunade was seated cross-legged on a tatami mat, wearing a white kimono with a neckline that revealed an astonishing amount of skin. Kairen couldn't help but glance.
Tsunade caught his look, her cheeks flushing. It was in this very room that the two of them had become the leading "actors" of their own scene...
"What are you doing here?!"
"To do you, of course!"
"What?!"
Kairen shook his head and smiled.
"I wanted to give Tsunade something good."
"Something good?!"
A fist-sized potato and a cup of sweet potato juice—now that's something good, right?
Kairen sat down beside her, pulling open his collar to reveal a black seal with three tomoe swirling in its pattern.
Tsunade's eyes widened. Without realizing it, her delicate hand reached out, fingers brushing against the mark on his neck.
"What is this?"
Kairen could feel her hand greedily exploring his firm muscles. He laughed inwardly but kept his face perfectly innocent.
Meeting her amber eyes, he said softly, "Have you ever heard of Sage Arts?"
"Sage Arts?" Tsunade blinked, then thought for a moment. Her eyes sparkled. "Of course. My grandfather, Hashirama, could use them."
"And there's a Sage Arts inheritance in Shikkotsu Forest too, but it's incredibly hard to learn. It takes too long—I never had the patience for it."
Kairen pointed to the seal on his neck.
"This is a mark that allows one to master Sage Arts. It can absorb natural energy and merge it with my chakra to create Sage Chakra."
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