Naruto, Uzumaki Menma, just wants to conquer the world

He wanted the revolution he wanted.

If it is not his revolution, then it is not a revolution.

The Central Army in the North and the Revolutionary Army in the South were both targets he wanted to destroy.

In the commercial street of the imperial capital, amidst the bustling crowd, that small golden figure stood out.

Turtleneck sweater, work vest, overalls, high top boots.

I don't know what's in my pocket, it's full.

Although he has deliberately reduced his presence, his dressing style is still very eye-catching, and the boy's handsome face can support this outfit.

Ding-ling! The boy walked into a coffee shop.

As soon as he arrived at the store, everyone looked at him and smiled.

"Boy, you're here to buy alcohol again? This is a coffee shop, and you're not even an adult!"

"Warm two bowls of wine and a plate of fennel beans." The young man did not answer, but spoke to the counter and took out a few large coins.

He didn't care what other people said. After putting the money there, he walked to his usual window seat and started reading the newspaper.

However, as usual, the waiter still served the usual coffee and snacks.

The boss had inquired about his identity and even sent people to follow him. He knew that the boy often went to the manor villa where Miss Alia lived.

The boy's clothes didn't look like those of an aristocrat, and his manners gave people a sense of disobedience. He didn't look like a young master who had been pampered since childhood, but rather like a well-trained...

But he never seemed to be short of money, and those three girls always followed him, they must be his maids...

The boss just thought that this young man was the young master of some powerful family who was out for fun.

The street was crowded with people, as if today was a holiday. The young man sat by the window, crossed his legs and read the newspaper, not caring that the steam from his coffee was gradually fading.

After about a few minutes, there was another sound of the door opening. Even without looking up, the boss knew who came in.

When the three girls came in, they looked around, and after finding the target they were looking for, they walked straight over without going to the counter.

Two male customers whispered:

"You look pretty..."

"Unfortunately, it already has an owner..."

This country is such a den of filth and corruption, its moral collapse is even worse than that of the Ninja Continent.

The same? No, no, no, although they are all feudal, there are differences between the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms and the Qin, Han, Tang and Song dynasties.

The three girls walked towards the boy and sat in the empty seat opposite him.

The boy didn't look up and continued to read the newspaper, as if he ignored the three girls in front of him.

The three girls didn't say anything, just waited quietly.

After a few minutes, the red-haired boy finally responded, but his eyes still did not leave the newspaper.

He stretched out his hand and waved to the waiter, who hurried over.

The waiter didn't dare to neglect the young man, as his "noble status" seemed to have become a consensus among everyone.

Even those who raise questions without understanding the situation will be corrected by others who think they understand the situation.

The waiter held the plate, bowed and said politely: "Sir, may I ask what you need?"

The words he said were the same as those he said to other guests, but the tone was obviously much better than that he said to ordinary guests.

Menma knocked on the table three times gently, and the perceptive waiter naturally understood what he meant. "Please wait a moment." The waiter left cautiously.

After a while, the three girls had three more drinks or snacks of their choice in front of them.

What is the relationship between the boy and these three girls?

Remember, this happened many days ago.

For the teenager, it was just commonplace.

For the girls, it is a tragedy in life...

Darkest hour.

After thousands of years of existence, the great empire is now corrupted by the young emperor being manipulated by his ministers to be tyrannical.

Due to poverty caused by heavy taxes, villages in various places have begun to sell children.

The driver was riding the horse in front, and three lovely girls were sitting in the gorgeous carriage at the back.

Their most obvious feature should be the different colored hair.

The one with pink hair is Al Shemirog, sitting on the far right.

The one with blue hair is Luna Pain, sitting in the middle.

The one with yellow hair is Far Miyut, sitting on the far left.

During the entire journey, El was looking out the window. This comfortable carriage, which she had never ridden in before, only seemed to make her more uneasy.

Ai Er asked, "We are finally in the capital! What kind of person is the master, Luna?"

"Probably an uncle." Luna replied coldly, mixed with contempt: "Maybe he is just interested in our bodies like a wild animal."

As if sensing the boredom of the atmosphere, the blond girl optimistically joked, "In that case, let's just beat up his Ou Jinjin and run away!"

Ai'er's attention was drawn to her. She tilted her head, and her expression showed the girl's shyness, surprise, and helplessness.

"Is this okay, Al?" Farr asked, and then she said confidently: "We are different from the other country girls who were sold there. We are the elites who were chosen to go to the imperial capital!"

"I must work hard, and then find a good man to start my dream life in the capital."

Optimistic, cheerful, and harboring happy dreams, this is Farr, but the ugly reality will only plunge her into an abyss of no return.

Luna complained: "I think Fal thinks too much." But, doesn't she also have that yearning?

These are three girls from the countryside who all consider themselves to be the "lucky ones" chosen by the nobles.

El adapted to the city faster than Luna and Fal.

At first, every silver coin in the purse seemed to be shining, but with the owner's permission and rational concession, the silver coins began to disappear and turned into shopping bags.

She has already had her second glass of rose drink in her hand. She wants to try everything, from windbreakers to scarves to boots. She can't help but want to compare all the beautiful clothes on her companions.

Ai'er received tons of compliments from the shop owners and wandered back and forth between one fitting mirror after another, making it impossible for Fa'er, who had the best physical strength, to keep up with her.

She had never earned so much money before, nor had she ever spent so much money. It was like she was born for this kind of life.

Luna wasn't very interested in shopping, so she just tried on the plaid sweater and then put it down.

Kind-hearted Ai'er didn't want to look any different from the other two, so after walking around half of the commercial district, they were still wearing the old clothes that were rejected by their owners when they came into the city, and they were in and out of the crowd.

If it weren't for the malicious looks from passers-by on the street, they would have felt that these few hours in their lives were flawless.

The strange stalls on the street attracted Al's attention. Astrology and fortune-telling were very common, but he had never seen anything like that before.

The black and white circular pattern (Tai Chi), the strange symbols (hexagrams), and the handsome and tender face of the red-haired boy, all of them attracted her.

The young man lay on the table, dejected and listless. He could be vaguely heard mumbling to himself, as if saying, "Ah, you are so tactless. It's all metaphysics anyway. Isn't it good for me to fool you?"

The young man glanced at his colleague at the stall not far away. He was a missionary. In stark contrast to the quietness on his side, the other side was extremely lively.

Sometimes, that crucial choice determines your fate.

Luna and Fal's urging voices were heard. After some hesitation, El suppressed his curiosity and hurriedly followed them away.

The boy didn't take them seriously, just treating them as passers-by, or...

So, this is the tragic fate of the girls:

Farr's legs were broken, and even his teeth and fingers were gone...

Luna couldn't stand it anymore and jumped out of her house...

Compared to them, Ai Er seems to be suffering only from mental torture, serving and flattering men in order to survive and seek revenge...

Their bodies have become toys of beasts, and their minds and bodies are broken.

But even so, they were still saved, it was their luck.

Farr suffered the most physical damage, so she was transformed to the greatest extent.

Use slugs to heal injuries and implant special alloys into their bodies.

Why use this method when you can obviously completely repair her body?

Because what he saves are tools, and what he needs are tools that are useful.

This was when Menma had just finished operating on Fal, settled her down, and then left the room.

The moment the door closed, Yuyuko appeared behind Menma and said jokingly, "What a pitiful person~"

"Pathetic? No, they are already lucky enough. They met me and had the chance to kill their enemies. This is something that many people cannot do even if they die with regrets."

"Oh my, I'm just saying that. There's no need to say such cruel words, right?"

In the corridor, the two continued their conversation.

Menma said, "Huh, isn't this great?"

"There's no need to look for agents anymore. They are the most suitable tools."

"I'm going to use them to destroy this country."

The feathered fox following behind him was smiling so happily.

It seems that they are indeed a perfect match? Yuyuko perfectly replaced Tamamo's position.

After that, it was like picking up a broken machine, repairing and modifying it, and the three were gradually able to move under the boy's careful care.

Not only did it restore its original functions, but under his modification, its "machine performance" became even stronger than before.

Even they themselves could not have imagined that they could be saved after falling into such a state?

only......

Not to be saved as a "woman", nor to be saved as a "person"...

It is treated as an object, as a tool.

In the eyes of that ruthless boy, all people, things and objects were objectified, including himself, and were just tools to achieve his goals.

Early in the morning, three girls were practicing outside the cabin.

Ai'er was practicing swordsmanship, Luna was practicing archery, and Fal was practicing physical skills. They were all practicing in an orderly manner, with Menma guiding them from the side.

"The horse stance must be steady and the moves must be mastered. That's the only way." Menma said as he corrected Fal's posture.

Luna and Al couldn't help but look at him with envy when they saw how he was "taking care" of Fal.

Although this is because Farr always makes mistakes.

"If your moves are not in place, you won't be able to attack the enemy's vital points! Like this." Menma demonstrated the standard "Wild Horse Parting its Mane" move.

As if she thought this guy was too long-winded, or maybe it was just Farr's nature, she said impatiently: "It looks about the same, right?"

"Humph, a miss is as good as a mile! If you miss by just a little bit at the critical moment, you will lose your life!"

After correcting her wrong posture, Menma left without looking back, but still reminded her: "Practice well!"

Farr muttered angrily, "It's almost good enough! How can it be so exaggerated?"

After about dozens of minutes, the girls' morning exercises ended and they had time to get together and chat.

Al rebuked Farr, "Farr, how could you contradict him?"

"Yeah." The taciturn Luna nodded, agreeing with El's words.

Fal folded his arms and said unhappily, "What can we do? He's just too annoying! He's about the same age as us, but he always likes to lecture us."

"That's not possible..."

"What does it matter? He won't care anyway."

At a certain moment, Farr's eyes revealed a sadness that ordinary people could hardly detect.

The same goes for Al and Luna.

They know what she is saying and what she is thinking.