A single night of painful transformation should have left Jaxon mentally drained and physically devastated.
Instead, he felt unbelievably refreshed.
His body pulsed with vitality, like he had tapped into an unending reservoir of energy. If he hadn't been in Konoha Village, with its cautious eyes and political tension, he would've already bolted into the forest just to test the limits of his newfound strength.
He felt reborn.
This wasn't a subtle increase in stamina or a mild Chakra awakening—this was a complete transformation. Like a beggar waking up a billionaire overnight, his excitement was almost impossible to contain.
---
Later that morning...
The dining table before them was laden with an extravagant breakfast spread—steamed buns, rice porridge, seared vegetables, grilled meats, and pickled sides. It was the kind of meal most people only dreamed of having once in their lives.
Of course, for Jaxon, this was normal now.
He wasn't just rich—he was the richest man in the Land of Fire.
Xuanwo Yunnai, seated across from him, picked up a warm bun and leaned closer, asking curiously, "You're really alright now, right?"
Though Ninjas like her were accustomed to pulling all-nighters, what had happened last night wasn't just exhausting—it was terrifying. She hadn't dared to ask too much at the time, but now, in the light of day, the questions burned within her.
Jaxon, chewing calmly, simply replied, "I'm fine. You'll understand everything... eventually."
He glanced at her with a calm smile and returned his attention to his meal. Despite her worry, he seemed completely relaxed—as if what happened last night had been nothing more than a bad dream.
But Yunnai knew better. She said nothing else, simply watching him, noting how much more composed—and powerful—he seemed.
---
Meanwhile, inside the Hokage's Office...
BANG!
The large double doors slammed open once more, as they so often did when Danzo Shimura was involved.
Without even waiting for formalities, he stormed into the room and growled, "Sarutobi, why in the world did you give that guy a piece of land?!"
The Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, looked up slowly from his papers, his mood seemingly unshaken by the intrusion.
"Oh, Danzo. You're early today," he said with a smile, puffing calmly on his pipe.
Danzo slammed both palms on the desk, eyes blazing. "I'm not here for pleasantries, Hiruzen. I asked you a question: why did you hand over land to Jaxon, that brat from the Hoshino family?"
Sarutobi remained composed. "You're overthinking things, as usual," he replied, waving a hand lazily. "The young man simply wants to build a hotel. In return, he donated 100 million ryo to the village. The land he asked for isn't even part of our central district. It's a win-win."
Danzo's mouth twitched at the number.
100 million ryo?
Even for him, that was a jaw-dropping sum. To put it in perspective, the Daimyo of the Land of Fire only allocated 500 million ryo annually to Konoha's military. And this Jaxon had donated a fifth of that—casually.
And all for a plot of land that wasn't even highly valued?
Something didn't sit right.
Danzo straightened up, the fury draining slightly from his face. "So that's why. The money..."
Still, he wasn't pleased. "Even so, Sarutobi, we cannot let our guard down. That kid isn't normal. He has several Elite Jonin under him already. That's not something to be taken lightly."
Sarutobi nodded slowly, sensing Danzo's worry. "You may monitor the situation as you wish, Danzo. But listen carefully—Jaxon must not be harmed. Understood?"
Danzo narrowed his eyes.
He knew what that meant: the Hokage was giving him permission to investigate—but not to provoke. Still, Danzo wouldn't let this go. Not when such an influential figure was worming his way into their village.
"Hmph. Fine," he muttered, already turning to leave. But just as he reached the door, he paused.
"Root needs more funding. Not much—just twenty million ryo."
Sarutobi blinked. "Impossible. You'll get five million at most."
Danzo spun around. "Ten. You know how stretched we are! Root handles all your dirty work, don't forget that!"
He didn't wait for a reply. With a scowl, he opened the door and left, knowing the old man would give in anyway.
Danzo might've left in frustration, but in his heart, he was deeply shaken.
One hundred million ryo.
That kind of money wasn't just wealth—it was influence. With it, Jaxon could build anything. Buy loyalty. Shield himself from assassination. Secure his place in Konoha's future.
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Back at the outskirts of the village...
"Young Master," Whirlpool True called out hesitantly, "why purchase a plot of land in such a remote place—and at such a high cost?"
He was usually calm and loyal, but this time, his curiosity overcame his silence.
The place they were standing in was about a kilometer outside Konoha's central district. The land was flat, a bit overgrown, and far from foot traffic.
To most people, it was worthless.
Even Jaxon's other guards exchanged silent, confused glances. But they didn't voice their doubts—they knew better than to question him outright.
Jaxon stood on a raised ridge, arms crossed, gazing over the empty expanse below. There was a breeze in the air, the smell of morning dew on grass lingering.
"There's a purpose behind everything I do," he said coolly. "This land may look deserted now, but in the future, it will be prime territory. I plan to build a luxury hotel here—something the village has never seen."
Whirlpool True frowned, still unsure. "A hotel? Here?"
Jaxon pointed to the west. "That way leads toward the Uchiha Compound. To the east? The main road entering Konoha. Right now, it looks quiet... but that's temporary. Konoha's population is growing. When the war ends and peace returns, civilians, merchants, and diplomats will flood in."
He turned around and gestured to the mask-wearing ninja behind him.
"Send word to the capital. I want our best designers here within the week. I'll be overseeing every brick laid."
The masked ninja bowed and vanished in a flash.
Jaxon let out a slow breath.
His plan was falling into place.
By building something physical and legitimate inside Konoha—something beneficial to the village—he could solidify his presence without raising suspicion.
But there was a deeper reason.
The replication system inside him needed influence, connections, and interaction with this world to progress.
Building a major establishment inside the village would provide just that.
He might not have been a ninja, but he was now a player in this game of power.
With strength from another world, wealth that rivaled the Daimyo, and a vision none could predict, Jaxon was no longer a guest in Konoha—he was a rising king.
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