This Naruto is too easily persuaded.

Chapter 137 I Was Wrong

Three months ago.

Naruto on the screen didn't speak, not even his lips moved, but his voice clearly resonated in everyone's hearts: "The winters here freeze the old to death, and the children here can't even get a sip of hot soup."

"For many years, you have been told to be patient, to be loyal to the great name, and to be grateful for the gifts that slip through the fingers of the nobles while you shiver in the cold wind."

"But can anyone tell me—"

"In those long winter nights, when your children cry out because there is no food, when your parents freeze to death because there is no coal—"

Where are those high-ranking, powerful figures?

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

Tears glistened in everyone's eyes, a reflection of their shared past suffering and their gratitude for the present.

"I don't like talking about empty things."

"I only believe what I see."

Naruto's voice was gentle yet full of power: "Look at the cotton clothes you're wearing, look at the food in your hands, and feel the temperature around you."

"The mutual aid society is not your ruler; we are the providers of services."

"I have only one goal—to establish a new order that is free from exploitation and hunger, and is relatively fair."

"Here, hard work brings rewards, and you can survive through labor. That's my promise!"

"Long live Naruto-sama!!"

I don't know who shouted it first, their voice trembling with tears.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar of cheers engulfed the entire square.

However, just as this frenzied atmosphere reached its peak...

"Nonsense!!"

"He's a big liar!!"

An untimely shout suddenly came from the edge of the crowd.

All that could be seen was Asama Santayu, dressed in rags and covered in dust, somehow breaking free of her guards and rushing into the square like a madwoman.

He stumbled and pushed through the crowd, pointing at Naruto and Kazahana Koyuki on the platform, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Wake up! People! He's an invader! He's a demon!"

"He killed the daimyo and imprisoned the princess! He's trying to buy your souls with these petty favors!"

San Taifu rushed to the foot of the platform, raised his old face, stained with dirt and tears, and looked at Feng Hua Xiaoxue on the platform with despair: "Your Highness! Please say something!"

"Tell everyone the truth! Tell everyone you were coerced! You are the rightful heir to the Snow Kingdom, you cannot—"

The cheers in the square paused for a moment.

Countless gazes turned to the mad old man, and then to the radiant "Princess of Wind and Cloud" on the stage.

On the high platform.

Feng Hua Xiaoxue looked down at the old minister below the stage, who had watched her grow up and had been loyal to the Feng Hua family all his life.

Her hand trembled slightly beneath her skirt.

But that's all.

The next second, she remembered the generous contract, the peaceful life she had never experienced in the past few months, and the relief of no longer having to run away.

Then, with a perfect smile on her face, Feng Hua Xiaoxue gently waved to the audience, as if she hadn't seen the crying old man at all.

The light in San Taifu's eyes went out completely.

At this moment, Naruto simply pushed up his glasses on the screen without saying a word.

He didn't need to say anything more.

"Where did this crazy old man come from! Shut up!"

"How dare you interrupt Naruto-sama's speech?"

"Drag him out! Don't let him ruin our celebration!"

Angry voices erupted from the crowd instantly.

For these ordinary people who have finally achieved a better life, fame and legitimacy are worthless in the face of having enough to eat.

All they care about is whether they can continue living the life they have now.

To them, anyone who tries to ruin this wonderful life is a mortal enemy.

Countless hands reached out, and fists, spittle, and insults rained down on San Taifu.

"No—this country—is it beyond saving?!"

Just before being engulfed by the frenzied crowd, San Taifu let out his final wail.

Soon, two expressionless guards stepped forward and carried away the half-dead San Taifu.

If Naruto hadn't given a prior hint, the angry crowd might have torn him to pieces on the spot.

But he is more useful alive than dead.

He will serve as a living specimen, showcasing the ridiculous and powerless struggles of the aristocracy of the old era.

Naruto's expression remained unchanged throughout the entire process.

Only after San Taifu had completely disappeared did he speak again, as if nothing had happened: "As you can see, the ghosts of the old era are always unwilling to leave the stage of history."

"But what's even more terrifying isn't this waste."

Naruto's tone shifted abruptly, becoming serious and low: "In this world, there will always be people who are jealous of our prosperity, who want to take away our bread, who want to demolish our houses."

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"For example—certain robbers who call themselves great powers!"

The image on the giant screen suddenly changed.

A carefully edited video begins to play.

The scene depicts a snowstorm.

A group of ninjas dressed in Cloud Village combat uniforms, their faces contorted with rage, sped across the snowfield with practiced discipline.

Their destination was the bustling and prosperous Fenghua City.

"It's Kumogakure! Kumogakure, one of the Five Great Nations!"

"Are they coming to kill us?"

Fear spread through the crowd.

However, the next second, the scene changed.

Directly opposite the Cloud Village ninjas, a steel-clad team appeared.

A group of heavily armored steel warriors, led by an even larger iron man, charged toward the monster like a steel torrent.

There were no screams, only crushing.

Those usually high-ranking ninjas from great nations were like fragile pieces of paper in front of this steel legion, easily torn apart.

"So strong!"

The crowd gasped in surprise.

Immediately afterwards, the scene became oppressive again.

A huge, two-tailed monster cat, its body engulfed in eerie blue flames, appeared.

It was magnificent, each step shattering the earth.

It even cruelly murdered several soldiers guarding the defensive line.

"That's—a monster!"

Screams rose and fell, and despair enveloped the square.

They couldn't imagine how they could deal with such a colossal beast.

However, rousing music then began to play, and the scene flipped again.

The once arrogant blue behemoth was knocked down with a single punch and severely suppressed.

Finally, all that remained on the screen were the unyielding steel warriors and the remnants of the Cloud Village army, who were fleeing in disarray, their armor and weapons discarded.

The image freezes.

This video didn't reveal much information, but it perfectly demonstrated reassuring military strength.

Hiding backstage, the director, witnessing the emotions stirred in the audience by the video, couldn't help but wipe away tears of emotion: "This editing—I'm a genius!"

The light from the screen shone on the faces of every stunned person.

The fear dissipated, replaced by an unprecedented sense of security and fervent worship.

Naruto opened his arms, his impassioned voice ringing out once more: "In this cruel ninja world, weakness is the original sin."

"But there is no need to be afraid or panicked."

"Because we are with you!"