Analyzing the Ninja World Starting from Konoha

Chapter 119 The world is a giant makeshift operation

A few days later, at night.

Yekura reappeared at the D13 base.

Aoba was not surprised at all by Yekura's arrival, and even took the initiative to greet her.

"What, what new conditions have you offered to poach me this time?"

Ye Cang ignored his teasing and went straight to sit down opposite him.

"Not this time."

Yekura's voice was calm. "I came in a private capacity."

"oh."

Aoba's tone was calm, and his expression did not change.

"I want to ask you, what did you mean by those words last time?"

Which sentence?

"Why do you say I'm not fit to be the Kazekage?"

Yecang kept his eyes fixed on Qingye, not missing a single subtle change in him.

Unfortunately, she was destined to be disappointed; Aoba merely glanced at her.

"Isn't it obvious? You've come to win me over just to compete with Rasa for the position of Fourth Kazekage, haven't you?"

He saw right through Ye Cang's thoughts.

"On another front in the Land of Wind, Rasa has held off the Third Raikage and gained great fame. If you want to surpass him, besides making greater contributions on the battlefield, if you can also recruit Konoha's geniuses to Sunagakure, your reputation will naturally rise."

Aoba paused, then pointed to the sand dunes not far away.

"Looks like you've learned your lesson this time. You know you can't keep me here by yourself, so you brought help along."

Despite being exposed to the truth, Yecang's face remained completely expressionless.

"My mission is to keep you here so you can't go to headquarters to provide support."

She readily admitted it.

"oh."

Aoba responded with a nonchalant tone.

He didn't have a good impression of Sarutobi Shinnosuke to begin with, so it didn't matter whether he went to help or not.

He looked at Ye Cang with great interest.

"Since your Sunagakure is planning a surprise attack on Konoha's command post, why don't you, as one of Sunagakure's elite combatants, participate in the main attack instead of coming here to starve?"

"Keeping you in check is an important task," Yekura replied.

Upon hearing this, Aoba suddenly burst into laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Laughter echoed across the Gobi Desert, carrying an undisguised mockery.

Yecang frowned.

"What are you laughing at?"

I laugh at your naivety.

Aoba stopped laughing and leaned forward slightly. "Those people hiding around here are your confidants, or rather, the main supporters of your faction, right?"

Yekura's body tensed instantly.

"What do you mean?"

A cruel smile appeared on Aoba's face.

"So, if I kill them all, then your task of keeping me occupied will be kept secret, right?"

"Will news of your desertion at the front lines reach the village?"

"Even if someone knows you're on another secret mission, who am I? An unknown Chunin from Konoha, worth you, an elite Jonin with a Scorching Release technique, personally leading a team to restrain me?"

Qingye's voice wasn't loud, but every word was piercing.

"A Kage, besides being the strongest ninja in a village, must also gain the recognition of the villagers. The fastest way to gain recognition is to lead the village's ninjas to victory on the battlefield."

"But what about you? Look at what you're doing now! Instead of leading your men to victory, you're here chatting idly with someone as insignificant as me."

"Do you think there's still a chance for you to become the Kazekage?"

Yekura's face gradually turned deathly pale.

"You said before that I was exiled here, but weren't you the same?"

"The difference is that I knew, and it was voluntary. But you are different; you not only completely lost your competitiveness, but you were also sold out without even realizing it."

"This is political infighting. If you can't even see this situation, then unless the Sunagakure leadership is blind, they would never have chosen you as Kazekage."

Yekura's body began to tremble slightly, and her lips lost their color.

This time, she didn't fly into a rage, nor did she immediately take action.

Looking at her, Qingye felt a sense of admiration.

"Not bad, you've grown. The fact that you didn't take action shows that you're starting to use your brain to think."

He sighed, a hint of regret in his voice.

"Unfortunately, you realized it too late."

"From the very beginning, you were never a candidate for Kazekage. You were only trained to be a sharp blade. No matter how sharp a blade is, it's just a tool, not someone who can wield it."

"I will not betray Sunagakure!" Yekura's voice was hoarse, as if she was trying to convince Aoba, or perhaps she was trying to convince herself.

Aoba shook his head.

"I didn't mean for you to betray Sunagakure; I was just stating a fact."

"But the truth often hurts more than lies, doesn't it?"

Aoba poked at the campfire in front of him, and sparks rose with the heat, drawing a few fleeting bright lines in the darkness.

Yecang remained silent, sitting on the sand opposite him, his hands resting on his knees, his fingertips sinking into the gravel.

"What do you think is the essence of war?"

Aoba didn't look at her, but stared at the flickering flames. "Is it for territory? Resources? Or the long-standing hatred between the two countries?"

"Isn't that right?"

Yecang countered, "The land of the Land of Wind is barren; we need the fertile land of the Land of Fire to feed the people of our village."

""

That's just the surface.

Qingye picked up a dry branch and threw it into the fire.

"The essence of war is the continuation of politics. And the essence of politics is the use of power. As for the essence of power—it is the allocation of resources and the construction of order."

Ye Cang frowned; these words, when put together, seemed somewhat unfamiliar and obscure to her.

"Under what circumstances will order be restructured and resources redistributed?"

Aoba asked and answered himself, "That's when the person holding supreme power changes. And with that comes a change in class."

"class?"

"That's right, class."

Aoba pointed to his Chunin vest, then to Pakura, "Why are ninjas divided into Genin?"

Chunin, Jonin, and then there are advisors and Kage? This isn't just a division of strength, but also a basis for allocating power.

"Those in higher ranks naturally receive more resources and benefits than those in lower ranks. Kage eat the meat, Jonin drink the soup, Chunin gnaw on the bones, and Genin just smell the aroma. That's the rule."

"When this distribution system becomes rigid, or when the distribution ratio reaches a critical point due to the greed of the upper class, internal conflicts intensify. To divert these conflicts, or to seize more resources to maintain the system, war ensues."

Aoba's voice was calm and even, without any emotional fluctuations, as if she were talking about something insignificant.

"Whether the war is won or lost, it will enter the next cycle. If you win, you get the spoils, and the conflict is temporarily relieved; if you lose, a group of people who were supposed to share the spoils die, but the rest of the people can still eat their fill. Politics has never been some sacred faith; it is the most naked power game and the most ruthless calculation of interests."

"Whoever controls the resources controls politics. And you—"

Aoba raised her head, her gaze falling on Yecang's stubborn face.

"You are just a good knife. When the person holding the knife is cutting meat, they don't consider the knife's feelings."

Conversely, if the knife is too sharp and might even injure its owner, they would not hesitate to break it or sell it to someone else.

Ye Cang's body trembled.

She wanted to refute it, to loudly tell Aoba Sunagakure that this wasn't the case, and that Advisor Ebizo wasn't that kind of person.

But the words just wouldn't come out.

At this moment, the belief she had always upheld, the monument called "loyalty," began to show cracks.

Just then.

Whoosh!

A sharp whistling sound pierced the night sky.

Immediately afterwards, a blinding red flare exploded on the distant horizon, staining half the night sky blood red.

That was Konoha's highest-level distress signal.

The direction was directly towards the command post.

Qingye slowly stood up and casually patted the dust off her body.

"It seems your people have made their move."

He turned around to face Ye Cang, and the sand and gravel on the ground surged and quickly formed a yellow gourd on Qingye's back.

"Come on, are you going to block my way here, or get out of my way?"

The atmosphere froze instantly.

The Sand Ninja hiding in the shadows also became restless, several eyes fixed on Aoba.

Ye Cang slowly stood up.

She looked at Aoba, her mind replaying the earlier remarks about "class" and "tools".

Stop him?

With the people she brought, plus herself, it was indeed possible to hold off Aoba.

But what is the price?

She was well aware of Qingye's strength, especially in this boundless sea of ​​sand. If they really made a move, apart from herself, none of her trusted followers would likely return.

In this environment, Aoba's sand manipulation technique has a huge advantage.

This is why Rasa was able to block the Third Raikage using Magnet Release: Gold Sand.

Once the war starts, apart from herself, none of her subordinates who are lying in ambush around her will survive.

Is it worth sacrificing her trusted subordinates for the sake of a village leader who may have already abandoned her?

"What? Aren't you going to do anything?"

Aoba took a step forward.

Yekura's body was tense, her hand gripping the kunai tightly but not pulling it out.

Through several brief encounters, Yekura could sense that Aoba's sense of belonging to Konoha was not actually very strong.

Is it worth it?

Yekura suddenly spoke.

Her voice was a little hoarse.

"If it's really as you say, then we're all just tools, just bargaining chips."

"Is a village like that still worth protecting?"

This was a question she was asking Aoba, and also a question she was asking herself.

If she is truly just a tool, if her efforts and loyalty are only met with betrayal and scheming, then what is the point of her persistence?

Qingye stopped and turned to the side.

The night wind rustled his clothes.

He looked at the bewildered female ninja, a hint of sympathy flashing in his eyes, but more so a detached indifference.

"This world is actually just a giant makeshift operation."

"A makeshift operation?"

Ye Cang was taken aback.

"That's right. When you realize this, it means you've begun to awaken. You've seen the ugliness beneath the world's dazzling facade."

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