phew…
Finally back in the village!
After wrapping up matters in the Land of Fire, Uchiha Nan rushed straight back to Konoha without stopping.
He had only just taken office as Hokage and had already been gone for a full day—he was worried someone in the village might start stirring up trouble.
To take care of the sisters, Feng and Ling, he even hired a carriage. After all, they were just ordinary civilians—no way they could leap across rooftops or hop from tree to tree like shinobi.
Nan didn't make a big show of returning to the Hokage Tower. His plan was to go home first, settle Feng and Ling properly, and keep them hidden for the time being.
Public embarrassment is inevitable,
but if it can be delayed to the fifteenth, don't die on the first.
Unfortunately, fate had other plans.
Nan had forgotten to change clothes.
The Hokage robe he was wearing was far too conspicuous—and he was immediately spotted by Uchiha Fūtan.
"Nan-sama, you're back?"
Fūtan looked pleasantly surprised and hurried over.
"Mm, I'm back, I'm back."
Nan answered casually, with no intention of getting tangled up in conversation. He just wanted to get home—fast.
"And the people in that carriage are…?"
"Gifts. Gifts! Presents from the Daimyō!"
"So many of them?"
"The Daimyō was enthusiastic—what can I do?"
Nan lowered his head and quickened his pace.
"Hey! You lot over there—don't you have any sense? Hurry up and help the clan head with the carriage! And carry all the gifts the Daimyō sent into Nan-sama's house!"
Fūtan shouted at a few Uchiha youths passing by.
How could chores like leading a carriage and搬东西 waste the Hokage's time?
Besides, Fūtan was eager to go over the accounts with Nan—how to properly funnel the extra ten billion ryō into the clan's books.
Ten billion wasn't a small sum. Even professional accountants would need time to falsify the records. All the paperwork would still need Nan's seal as Hokage.
"Yes, Fūtan-sama!"
"Coming!"
The young men eagerly rushed over. Doing anything for Uchiha Nan was an honor.
Before Nan could refuse, one of them grabbed the reins.
Nan clutched the reins tightly, waving his hands in protest—but in the youths' eyes, it looked like nothing more than polite modesty.
"Clan head, what did the Daimyō send? A whole carriage full!"
The worst thing Nan feared finally happened.
One curious youth lifted the curtain.
"Ah—!"
Feng and Ling clutched each other tightly. Nan had warned them not to speak without permission. His serious tone had terrified them the whole way back. Now, with so many unfamiliar voices, they instinctively pressed together.
Gifts?
These were the gifts?
The Uchiha youths' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when they saw the twin sisters.
Clan head… you really know how to play.
It was over.
Nan's heart sank. His remaining sense of decency shattered into pieces.
"Nan-sama, I—"
Cold sweat poured down Fūtan's back. Even if beaten to death, he never would have guessed this was what Nan meant by "gifts."
Am I about to be silenced?
"What are you all staring at? Put the curtain down!"
"Get lost! All of you!"
Nan snapped, chasing everyone away. The youths were more than happy to flee this scene of impending disaster.
"Fūtan, you stay."
Nan's words sounded like a devil's whisper. Fūtan, who had been planning to escape too, froze in place.
"N-Nan-sama… is there something else?"
"Go prepare a big bed for me."
"One that can sleep three people."
Since it had come to this, Nan decided to go all the way. He also needed to give Feng and Ling a proper status.
As Hokage, every move he made would be watched—there was no way to hide this for long.
"Understood, Nan-sama!"
Fūtan silently marveled at Nan's youthful stamina.
Ah… youth.
Middle age is full of unspeakable hardships…
Originally, Fūtan had wanted to leave immediately, but since Nan had stopped him, he decided to say everything at once to avoid future trouble.
As Hokage and clan head, with noble blood and two bloodline limits, Nan really should marry within the clan.
Only then could his children preserve the purity of the bloodline and inherit the greatest possible talent.
With a single word from Nan, Fūtan could immediately organize a selection of eligible young women from the clan and arrange a marriage.
The elders were already urging it—especially those with granddaughters. It really couldn't be delayed any longer. When they were Nan's age, their kids were already calling them "father."
As for the sisters the Daimyō sent—keeping them as concubines was no big deal in a great clan. Becoming the official clan matron, however, would be extremely difficult.
"Got it, got it."
Nan waved his hand, not interested in arguing. Feng and Ling had been completely unexpected. If not for those ridiculous system tasks, he wouldn't have accepted them at all.
…but it really was nice.
As for a future wife—he'd let fate decide. As long as she was pretty, that was enough.
Seeing Nan didn't object, Fūtan relaxed and went off to prepare the bed.
After settling Feng and Ling, Nan and Fūtan headed to the Hokage Tower together to work. They needed to stamp the forged approvals early, just as the fijince minister had requested, to avoid trouble later.
"How much?"
"You said how much?"
"Twenty billion!"
Fūtan collapsed into a chair with a thump. The extra ten billion had already been a pleasant surprise—now it had doubled.
"Calm down."
Nan waved his hand, signaling Fūtan not to get so excited.
After visiting the Ministry of Fijince, Nan finally understood just how greedy and corrupt those parasites were.
Just commercial tax evasion alone could fund an entire Konoha—and that wasn't even counting land taxes.
Money.
Money.
Still money.
Without money, there could be no development.
If he wanted to complete the system's tasks, he had to find ways to make money. Relying solely on allocations from the Land of Fire was hopeless.
To build a Konoha so attractive that shinobi from other villages would defect just to join—
There was only one solution.
He had to turn Konoha into America.
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