Naruto, Uzumaki Menma, just wants to conquer the world

He thought that Pixis, as the supreme commander of the South District, should listen to him, but in fact...

People don't take him seriously at all.

Menma was the same, on the surface he was polite to these nobles, but in fact...

In fact, Menma really did not want to offend anyone and always advised them to liberate their minds, seek truth from facts and do business: the era of family monopoly was over and the era of money transactions was about to begin.

The conservative nobles who were unable to think straight naturally looked down on this country bumpkin who climbed up by selling sticks.

The smart nobles who could think straight, even if they didn't think that times would change, understood that Menma was hinting at them to do business.

Although Menma Blaus is only the commander of the Trost District Garrison, he actually has considerable administrative influence with the help of his noble status obtained from marrying Miss Frieda, and has established his own organization, such as the Menda Gang (crossed out) of the Han Da Gang.

Menma knows exactly how to conquer the world.

It doesn't matter whether he has memories of other worlds or not, this is his instinct, this is his talent.

Menma believes that conquering the world depends on the power of the organization, not on each individual's "independence" or "personality".

Even if it is wrong, the minority must obey the majority, the individual must obey the organization, and the whole must obey oneself. Otherwise, there is no guarantee that the whole will obey oneself when it is correct, and there will be no way to move in unison and form a unified force.

It is not difficult for people who understand politics to understand this principle. Therefore, when reviewing members, no matter how big the mistake is, as long as he is implementing the organization's resolutions and not doing things his own way, you cannot blame him personally and condemn him with one blow.

Otherwise, there will be endless troubles and the party will lose its unified will and strength.

History has proven that both the wise and the foolish are prone to hold on to beliefs and find it difficult to change their minds.

It is easy to achieve success by working with them.

To conquer the world, you may be the "wise" who are capable of planning everything, or the "unsophisticated" or "foolish" who are illiterate. They are the ones who are most likely to have self-awareness, unite and work together to achieve great and spectacular achievements.

Only "people of average talent" are not very smart but know a little about everything. Such people have difficulty in self-awareness and all of them feel good about themselves.

Each of them has his own set of ideas and neither is convinced.

When it comes to talking, each of them has more "opinions" than the other, but when it comes to work, they only complain and never overcome difficulties. It is difficult to accomplish anything with them, especially in times of crisis.

As the saying goes, "A scholar may fail to accomplish anything even after ten years of making trouble." This is a wise saying that has been summarized throughout the ages.

Therefore, Menma really likes passionate idiots like Eren.

Brain Wars 3, what does this have to do with it?

On this day, the 104th Training Corps will be sent to the garrison corps for internship courses.

Eren, Jean, Bertolt, Armin and others were assigned to the garrison corps' district headquarters in the Trost District.

Menma called Alan to his office and talked to him (brainwashing/bushi).

In the office, Alan looked at him with eyes full of disdain and anger. He stared at the 12-year-old commander of the Trost District Garrison as if he was looking at a shameless person.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Menma feels that Alan’s chest muscles seem to be somewhat developed, and his clothes have already been shaped. He wonders to himself: Has Alan been working so hard recently?

"Huh, looking at your appearance, do you really think you are someone important?" Alan's voice was full of sarcasm, and he did not hide his hostility towards Ma. "You are just a guy who relies on women to get to the top."

The young man sat at his desk. Facing Alan's accusation, he did not look angry at all. He said sincerely: "Alan, I hope you can understand me on this matter. I really want to make progress."

"Don't think you can gain a foothold here by clinging to the powerful. I tell you, what is needed here is strength and backbone!" Alan's tone became increasingly severe, and his eyes flashed with a firm light.

Even though Alan said that to him, Menma didn't feel angry at all.

He just likes this kind of idiot...

He likes this kind of straightforwardness...

This is exactly the kind of person I can use.

Menma pretended to be frank, as if he was a very ambitious director, and told Alan about his past.

"I grew up surrounded by other people's white eyes (referring to the white eyes/certainty of the Hyuga clan)."

"I eat other people's leftovers and wear other people's leftover clothes, so I study very hard (referring to skipping classes every other day at the Ninja School) just to acquire knowledge."

“I hope that through knowledge I can change my own destiny.”

“But then I realized I was wrong.”

"It was not knowledge but power that changed my destiny."

Gradually, Allen was also moved by the tragic experience he described, "Even so, that's it..."

Menma interrupted Alan, "Who in this world doesn't want to live according to their own temperament?"

"But I can't. I don't have a powerful father. I have to rely on myself, right?"

Alan choked.

These seem...

It was too complicated for him.

"So personality is a luxury for me. I really can't afford it (referring to the fact that some universes have been turned into Ginpa universes)." Menma shook his head.

Allen asked back: "Even if that's the case, you don't have to do that, right?"

"You actually knelt for an hour. Do you know what the people in the training corps are saying about you?"

Menma shrugged, "It's Game of Thrones."

"Like you."

"Me?" Alan pointed at himself, expressing his confusion. He didn't understand what this had to do with him.

"You're relying on Dr. Yeager, aren't you?"

346 The Loser Mikasa's Heartbreak: Historia's Great Victory?～

Armin and Bertolt are cleaning the room.

Alan sat there with empty eyes, as if his soul had drifted to a distant place.

His eyes were unfocused, like a drifting cloud; his face was expressionless, as if covered by an invisible layer of frost, making it impossible to peek into his inner thoughts.

His fingers tapped the table unconsciously, making a faint "tapping" sound, like the footsteps of time, passing quietly.

The hustle and bustle around him seemed to have nothing to do with him. He seemed to be in an independent space, isolated from the world. His thoughts were wandering in a distant place, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking at the moment.

This kind of Alan is completely different from his usual energetic and motivated self.

These words echoed in Alan's mind...

"If it wasn't for Dr. Yeager, with your temper, you would have been beaten to death in the Xiganshina District, right?"

"Without Mikasa and Armin, with your temper, you wouldn't be able to gain a foothold in the training corps, right?"

Alan shook his head, as if denying all this unwillingly, "I didn't rely on these guys." He murmured to himself.

But Menma's words continued in his mind...

"I will climb to the top step by step, step by step."

"Now I have become your background, haven't I?"

"This will not change because of your subjective will."

"Just like in the Xiganshina District, people know that you are Dr. Yeager's child, so they will be more tolerant of your behavior."

"In the Trost District, people will unconsciously give you some distance when they know you are my friend."

"Eren?" Armin's voice pulled him out of his chaotic thoughts, "Eren, are you okay?"

Alan came to his senses, "Ah, I'm fine." Then he continued to work.

Mikasa, Ani, Christa, and Sasha were assigned to the maintenance team, and their task was to tidy up the warehouse.

In the corridor, Mikasa and Ani stood face to face, and the atmosphere was tense.

Facing Ani, Mikasa frowned and said in a cold tone, "Hey, isn't this Miss Ani? Why, didn't you seduce men today?"

Ani's expression changed slightly, but his voice remained steady: "Oh? Then what are you? A barbarian who only knows how to wield a blade?"

"Barbarian? At least I won't use shady tactics like some people do."

The two men's eyes met in the air, sparks flew, the air around them seemed to solidify, and a war seemed like it would break out at any time.

Sasha is not here. She must have gone out to steal food again, right?

Christa's mood was as heavy as a dark cloud. She stared silently into the distance, her eyes revealing a deep sense of loss.

Her brows were furrowed, as if she was thinking about an unsolvable problem, and the corners of her mouth drooped, revealing her inner frustration and pain.

She sat in the silent warehouse, her heartbeat like a lake frozen by the cold wind, having lost its former vitality and warmth. She tried to find a little comfort for her soul, but found that everything around her seemed so empty and pale.

until......

Someone came in and read out the order: "Christa! Commander Menma wants you to come over."

Only then did Christa come to his senses.

"Yes...yes, I understand." She immediately stood up and trotted over.

In front of the door of Menma's office, Christa was adjusting his emotions.

The corners of her mouth turned up, forming a perfect arc, and her cheeks were slightly flushed, just like peach blossoms in spring, emitting a faint blush.

After getting ready, Hrista entered the office.

Menma asked her to report to him the intelligence she had recently gathered.

In the office, the young man sat in an office chair with a determined light in his eyes, as if he had already seen the glory of the future.

He waved the pen in his hand as if commanding an invincible army, and eloquently described his grand plan of conquering the world.

After obtaining the military command of the Trost District Garrison Corps, I had the opportunity to show my abilities...

First, start active off-site action...

The operation was nominally to clear the Titans outside the Trost District wall "to prevent the recurrence of the Wall Maria incident", but in reality it was a high-intensity combat military training...

As for military expenditures, Frida is responsible for asking for...

"I want to leave my footprints in every corner of this world!" Menma's voice was full of passion and confidence.

The more Christa listened, the more excited she became. Her heartbeat quickened with the boy's words, as if she could see the future world, the magnificent scene conquered by the boy.

But that's not important.

The important thing is...

She felt that Menma's union with Sister Frieda was also for this purpose.

Thinking of this, Christa would feel much better.

"So, Lord Menma?" Christa asked timidly.

"Call me Boss!" Menma corrected.

Christa nodded and said softly, "Yes, Boss."

Although she looked very incongruous in this state, this was the current Christa. She had been trained by Menma to be very obedient.

Christa hesitated for a while and expressed his doubts: "Why does the master want to marry Miss Frieda? Does the master really like Miss Frieda?"

"You must be joking. How is that possible!" Menma said unhappily, "That woman is ten years older than me. Ten years!"

Christa was happy in his heart, as it was just as he thought.

Therefore, she concluded that...

As long as I can prove that I am more valuable than my sister, isn't that enough?

While Menma was still immersed in talking nonsense, forensics, armchair discussions, and map-building, Christa had already begun to act.

She walked to the door, opened it a crack, stuck her head out, looked around to make sure there was no one, and then closed the door.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone into the office through the window. The golden light made the dust floating in the air sparkle, and the boy's chattering voice echoed in the air.

He crossed his arms over his chest, his face filled with excitement, and spoke in high spirits about his plan to conquer the world.

Christa walked towards him.