So that was what the system's "special warm reminder" from last night actually meant—
The shinobi village will actively attract all kinds of extraordinary, high-quality talent.
Damn it.
That's what it meant?!
Under the system's influence, his village could attract outstanding individuals from other worlds?
…Interesting.
Very interesting.
What a reversal!
A complete turnaround!
Uchiha Makoto had been so crushed by how useless his trash-tier system seemed that he hadn't slept all night.
He'd even seriously considered disbanding the village, grabbing the remaining funds, and running.
After all, there was still a sizeable chunk of the Fire Country daimyō's funding left.
If he stopped pouring money into this bottomless pit called "village construction" and instead took the cash and vanished—
Makoto could live very comfortably in the shinobi world.
That was several hundred million ryō, after all.
Enough to coast through life without worry.
The future of the shinobi world?
The Eye of the Moon Plan?
Ōtsutsuki Kaguya?
None of that had anything to do with him.
The timeline was still early!
Sure, it would be a bit embarrassing for a transmigrator to give up like that—
But this garbage system gave him zero direct help and expected him to build a powerful shinobi village from scratch?
That was insane.
And his competitors weren't random nobodies—
They were Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama.
Just competing with their village was enough to give Makoto pressure-induced headaches.
Even Senju Tobirama alone was someone Makoto wanted to keep his distance from.
But now—
Everything was different.
The first time he met Sato Kazuma, Makoto had felt a vague sense of familiarity, but he'd brushed it off as coincidence.
Now?
The full group had assembled.
Kazuma.
Aqua.
Megumin.
Darkness.
This was literally the Konosuba Four, shinobi-world edition!
Makoto's village future was suddenly blindingly bright.
Talents everywhere!
Makoto couldn't help but feel excited.
Kazuma might be trash at combat, but his brain worked frighteningly well.
Dragging three disasters around, he'd still managed to defeat a Demon King.
His competence was beyond doubt.
A classic management and coordination specialist.
Makoto immediately decided—
Kazuma would be his right-hand man.
Megumin possessed an absurdly powerful explosive Fire Release technique.
One cast only.
But honestly?
At that level of destructive power, one cast was more than enough when it mattered.
Darkness had become a taijutsu specialist in this world.
Taijutsu was weak in the current shinobi meta…
But considering her unusual personal preferences—
The Eight Gates might actually suit her perfectly.
As for Aqua—
As the saying goes:
Sharing hardship is hard; sharing wealth is easy.
Right now, the village was still in its startup phase.
She was a hidden gem.
In the original story, even after being reduced to sleeping in stables, she never abandoned her companions.
Makoto really did want to kick her out of the village—
…but that was just a joke.
Aqua was unreliable, yes.
But her healing abilities were genuinely absurd—
So absurd they could even revive the dead.
Translated into the shinobi world, her Medical Ninjutsu potential was outright monstrous.
"Leader Makoto," Kazuma said nervously, seeing Makoto fall silent.
"You once told me that since the village has just been founded, we must value talent above all else."
"I happened to meet these three exceptional individuals, so I took the liberty of bringing them back, hoping to contribute to the village's growth."
He was worried Makoto might be unhappy about his unilateral decision.
After all, while these three were incredibly capable—
Kazuma couldn't shake the feeling that something was… off.
"Kazuma," Makoto said, finally smiling,
"You did very well."
"In the future, whenever you encounter outstanding talent, bring them back immediately."
"As a reward, I'm officially promoting you to Second-in-Command of the village."
Makoto's lips curled upward.
Kazuma, you absolute legend.
Next time you meet a lich lady, remember to bring her too.
"Now then," Makoto said, straightening up,
"Let the meeting begin."
The Shinobi Village's First Five-Year Plan
With grand ambition, Makoto began outlining his blueprint.
Even though the village was currently small and weak—
Its goals had to be great.
Military.
Politics.
Economy.
Culture.
Influence.
None could be neglected.
In short—
First, draw the big picture.
"First: military strength. A shinobi village lives and dies by the quality of its shinobi."
"We must attract clans. Large clans first—if they refuse, we move on to smaller ones."
"Next is the economy—"
Below the podium:
Kazuma appeared to be taking notes seriously, scribbling away.
But Makoto was an Uchiha—his eyesight was excellent.
Kazuma was completely immune to motivational speeches.
He was doodling.
Megumin was fired up, eyes blazing.
Aqua was half-asleep.
Darkness was excellent—she was earnestly taking notes.
"Any suggestions regarding village construction?" Makoto asked, opening the discussion.
Kazuma stood up and raised a painfully realistic issue.
"Leader Makoto, our funds are tight. Attracting clans requires money…"
"And economic development—investment attraction—"
Makoto covered his face.
Funding was the village's fatal weakness.
Construction had already begun, and money was flowing out like water.
The initial ten billion ryō had already burned through nearly half.
And the Fire Country daimyō?
That funding stream was dry for now.
They had to solve the money problem themselves.
"Leader Makoto," Darkness said, raising her hand after careful thought.
"I might be able to help."
"My father has connections with several merchant groups."
"If the village offers favorable commercial policies, I believe they'd be willing to invest."
Makoto's eyes lit up.
Once capital flowed in, the economy would activate.
People would gather.
Commerce would follow.
Investment would increase.
A positive feedback loop.
"Oh! That's wonderful, Darkness!"
Makoto was genuinely excited.
This meeting had been meant to only draw big pies.
Yet here came an unexpected breakthrough.
"So I'll write to my father," Darkness continued.
"And Leader Makoto, you may need to attend some banquets later."
"As for gifts… we can use something that's recently become fashionable—tulips."
She hadn't even finished—
"Wait."
Makoto abruptly interrupted.
"…Did you just say tulips?"
A very familiar flower name echoed in his ears.
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