In Naruto, build the strongest Hidden Mist Village.

Chapter 86 It's Always Been This Way, That's Not Right, The World-Changing Ninjutsu

"You mean, Lord Naoki's clone brought back three Konoha genin? And they're coming to the barracks soon?"

"Yes, my lord."

Seeing the ANBU ninja bow their heads respectfully, Juzo Biwa frowned. He really didn't know what impact these three genin could have on the future of Kirigakure, so he waved his hand.

"It's up to you to decide."

Before the cold voice had even faded, a gentle voice came from outside the door.

"No need for any further arrangements. Once we return to the village, we'll reassign these genin to the Ninja Academy to learn some theories about loyalty to Kirigakure before sending them out on missions."

Pipa Juzo immediately obeyed, and the ANBU ninja turned around and said fervently.

"Mizukage-sama."

Naoki Kaguya nodded slightly and got straight to the point with Juzo Biwa.

"Are preparations complete for evacuating the Land of Fire?"

"Of course, ships and security forces have been arranged, and we will be able to evacuate the Land of Fire safely and quickly."

Naoki Kaguya casually sat down, picked up a scroll that Juzo Biwa had placed on the top shelf, casually looked at the arrangement, and nodded in satisfaction.

He flipped through the pages from top to bottom for a long time before finally frowning and asking a question.

"What about the wounded?"

"Boats have already been arranged to take them back to the village."

What is the psychological state of the disabled wounded soldiers?

"Psychological condition?"

Upon hearing this, Pipa Juzo's expression stiffened, and then he slowly shook his head.

"Your mental state is probably alright?"

Kaguya Naoki, vaguely sensing something, couldn't help but sigh.

This is the world of ninjas, a world where once you lose your usefulness, you can only die silently in a deserted corner.

Who cares about those disabled and wounded soldiers?
Even not long ago, they were fighting for the future of Kirigakure.

Immediately, Naoki Kaguya lost interest in saying anything more, but couldn't help asking a question.

"How did the village deal with these wounded ninja soldiers in the past?"

After pondering for a long time, Pipa Juzo shook his head in confusion.

"So, it's probably just going to fend for itself?"

"Without the income from being ninjas, are their children and families forced to rely on unethical means to gather resources, or simply rot away at home in silence?"

Pipa Juzo's expression also turned ugly.

In the past, he would never have realized that there was a problem.

However, as he continued to imagine what Kaguya Naoki was saying, he also realized how deep the despair was behind this simple principle.

These things that the Hidden Mist ninjas never considered ruined the lives of countless individuals.

Naoki Kaguya stood up, his previous arrogance, pride, and even confidence dimming somewhat.

While the entire Hidden Mist Village was cheering and celebrating for him, in some unknown, dark corner, his own people were waiting for death with despair.

Perhaps according to the rules of this world, they should be abandoned, but he is Kaguya Naoki, a person who is stubborn in some ways.

We have to do something.
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"Shinichi, is there any hope for your arm?"

"If they've come all this way, there's definitely nothing left."

Shinichi opened his eyes, looked at the decaying eaves, and replied in this way.

"Even with injuries like yours, doctors can't heal you?"

Shinichi shook his head helplessly, looking at his companion's somewhat inquisitive eyes, and spoke with a sigh.

"The bones are completely shattered; medical ninjutsu has no ability to treat such injuries."

"That means, like me, it's equivalent to losing an arm."

"That's it."

Shinichi pursed his lips and couldn't help but say.

"Looking at it, I have an extra arm compared to you." "Shinichi, this is not the time for jokes. We should be seriously thinking about what to do in the future."

"What other way is there?"

As soon as he stood up, he looked at the dozens of ninjas in the room who, like his companions, stared blankly at the eaves with lifeless eyes.

"We're useless trash who've lost our fighting power, so we're destined not to accept any commissions. And what can we do without commissions? Of course, we can only take it one step at a time."

"Besides murder, what other things would you do to get money?"

Shinichi pondered for a long time, then shook his head dejectedly.

As Hidden Mist Ninjas, they only know a few killing techniques from a young age, and they can't think of any other way to survive besides completing missions.

His companion sat up and spoke in a somewhat seductive tone.

"So, that's the problem."

“We can unite and find a place where no one knows us, and use our strength to rob some caravans.”

"As long as no ninjas come, no one can be our match."

Hearing the voice, pairs of eyes lit up and looked at him with a somewhat oppressive gaze.

"I."

After a slight hesitation, he shook his head.

"I dont go."

"Why not? You can't live in the village without money. You said it yourself, useless people like you and me are destined to never get ninja missions. Without missions, how can we make money?"

"But that's no reason for us to use our remaining strength to bully others with impunity."

Facing the intense gazes of the crowd, Shinichi's eyes remained resolute, while his companion sighed.

"Aren't we also being oppressed by those at higher levels who rely on their power and authority? This is essentially just a world where everyone is oppressing each other."

Shinichi wanted to refute, but he didn't know where to begin.

Finally, he lowered his head in dejection, because he vaguely felt that everything those words had said was true.

This truth made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Seeing that Shinichi reacted, his companions continued to try to persuade him.

"So let us, who have already been abandoned by the village's higher-ups and the ninjas, unite one last time and find a way to survive that belongs to us."

"So what if we bully those guys? We can't just let them die."

"Shinichi, you can't survive in the ninja world without arms."

Shinichi finally raised his head, looked at the figure, murmured a few words, and was about to speak.

The curtains covering the room were suddenly lifted, and a beam of light shone in, causing all the guys who were still hiding in the shadows to straighten up, wanting to curse the guy, until they could see the figure clearly.

Yes, Naoki-sama.

The man whose brilliance shone throughout the entire Hidden Mist Village.

Even though they were hopeless about the future and desperate about life, their instincts as Hidden Mist ninjas made them immediately stand up and shout wildly.

Seeing the scene before him, Naoki Kaguya felt even more distressed.

Knowing the psychology of these Hidden Mist ninjas, he understood that even under these circumstances, they absolutely did not blame the village for being unable to obtain a commission due to their disability.

Because it has always been this way, and this is what these Hidden Mist ninjas understand as the natural order of things.

As ninjas, they only learn the art of killing from a young age, and have no other means of making a living, which is only natural.

It's only natural that someone who was wounded in battle for the village would not receive treatment.

Those who fought for the village and became disabled, rendering them unable to survive, should be left without help or assistance from the village, which is only natural.

That's always been the case, but it's not always right.

This world is truly something else.

Naoki Kaguya suddenly stopped.

Wait, this world?
This world may have flawed ideas, but it also has the power to change many things.

Ninjutsu isn't just for killing.

(End of this chapter)