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The banquet ended.
The lights in the garden remained bright.
The Guardian Shinobi, their worldviews reshaped, left the daimyo manor with a strong smell of alcohol.
The ideological imprint had been made. The rest required them to go back and slowly digest it.
But Shin could not rest yet. Today's political affairs were not yet handled.
The night wind stirred his luxurious robes.
Maids, carrying lanterns, led the way, and light and shadow flickered across his face.
When the heavy wooden door of the study was pushed open, a scent of ink mixed with scrolls wafted over.
The candlelight was lit, instantly illuminating the scene on the desk.
Scrolls were piled high there, so tall that their tops were out of sight.
Shin's eyelid twitched violently.
He waved his hand, dismissing all the maids.
"You may all withdraw."
"Yes."
The wooden door was gently closed, leaving him alone in the study.
The next second, all the strength seemed to drain from his body.
He walked to the desk, extended his hand, then let it fall limply.
Finally, he slumped into the large armchair, letting out a long sigh.
The sigh was filled with resentment.
"Holy crap..."
"I still have to work overtime..."
Shin felt completely numb.
In his previous life, he worked himself to death with a nine-nine-six schedule, and his biggest dream was financial freedom, then to live a life of ease.
What was the result?
He closed his eyes, opened them, and transmigrated.
He finally became the daimyo of the Land of Fire.
He was also bound to a system, and at the start, he was given top-tier combat power.
Logically, this script should have been a straightforward, lying-down-to-win scenario.
He could have slept until he woke up naturally during the day, enjoyed nights of revelry, occasionally crushed a few short-sighted individuals with a flick of his finger, and enjoyed the boring noble life.
But he wouldn't.
He insisted on setting himself the ultimate goal of unifying the shinobi world and establishing an eternal foundation.
Now look.
The higher the goal, the later he had to work.
From a nine-nine-six office worker, he gloriously evolved into a zero-zero-seven daimyo.
He didn't even have weekends off!
"If only I had known... I would have set a lower goal, unified the Land of Fire, and then just laid flat..."
Shin mumbled to himself, then resignedly sat up straight and casually picked up the topmost scroll.
Since he was already here, could he resign?
The scroll came from Konoha and bore the personal signature of Minato, the Fourth Hokage.
The content was a detailed report on the deployment of military forces at the border.
Shin unrolled the scroll, his gaze sweeping over it rapidly.
It had to be said that Minato's work ability was indeed impeccable.
He executed every order from the daimyo manor to the letter.
The scroll stated: At the borders of the Land of Wind, Land of Earth, and Land of Water, the defensive units, originally stationed with fifteen hundred shinobi each, have each drawn five hundred people.
They are now gathering at full speed at Material Transfer Station Number One, totaling fifteen hundred people.
A temporary combat formation, consisting of five hundred jonin and chunin, was established in the village and arrived at the target location yesterday.
Two thousand elites are all in position.
The report's handwriting was clear, the data detailed, and even the composition of the units, the leading jonin, and the estimated supply consumption were clearly listed.
Adding to Jiraiya's already leading forces... the military strength deployed along the northeastern border of the Land of Fire now exceeded four thousand people.
Furthermore, the Land of Earth was also conducting military exercises at the border of the Land of Lightning.
This power was enough to make the Land of Lightning calm down.
Shin was very satisfied with Minato's efficiency and nodded approvingly.
But as his gaze continued downward and swept to the internal defense forces of Konoha, his brow suddenly furrowed.
The report stated that after drawing five hundred shinobi, the current number of resident defensive shinobi within Konoha was only eight hundred.
Eight hundred people.
It seemed the Third Shinobi World War had consumed Konoha even more terrifyingly than he had imagined.
The greatest village in the shinobi world, after the war, had such limited mobile forces within the village.
But then, he immediately sensed something was wrong.
Heavy losses were one thing, but a defensive force of eight hundred people, for Konoha, the heartland, seemed a bit too small.
This meant that the hinterland of the Land of Fire was almost empty!
A thought subconsciously emerged in his mind.
If the enemy bypassed the heavily concentrated border, took a large detour, and launched a surprise attack on the undefended Konoha...
This thought made Shin's movements pause for a moment.
But he quickly shook his head and dismissed it.
Konoha was not yet what it would be in more than ten years.
Minato was not yet dead, Orochimaru had not yet defected, and Tsunade and Jiraiya had not yet left the village.
Leaving aside everything else, Minato alone was enough to turn all thoughts of sneak attacks into a joke.
His Flying Thunder God Technique was an unsolvable defense within a spatial range.
One man was an insurmountable line of defense.
And there was that old man, Hiruzen.
Although the old fellow was old and addicted to power, his ninjutsu cultivation had not diminished.
More than ten years later, even in his twilight years, he was able to forcefully trade one for one, crippling Orochimaru's hands, under the siege of the First, Second, and Orochimaru, who were revived by Edo Tensei.
Now, he would only be stronger.
Unless it was a large-scale invasion by main forces at the level of the Five Great Villages, relying on a few surprise attack units to break through Konoha was undoubtedly wishful thinking.
Although the people of the Land of Lightning acted rashly, they should not do such a foolish thing as hitting a rock with an egg.
Shin's mind settled slightly, feeling that he might have been overly worried.
However... prepare in advance, and you will be successful. Without preparation, you will fail.
As a qualified leader, having an extra layer of preparation was always beneficial.
Better safe than sorry!
Shin pondered for a moment, picked up his pen again, took a new scroll, and wrote a line of text on it.
"Strengthen patrols at the borders of the four countries to prevent the Land of Lightning from detouring to launch a surprise attack."
After writing, he rolled up the scroll and gently tapped the table.
A Shadow Guard silently appeared.
"My lord."
"Give this to the Hokage."
"Yes."
The Shadow Guard took the scroll and disappeared.
Only after doing all this did Shin feel at ease.
With his reminder, plus Minato's own vigilance, Konoha's defenses should not have any problems.
Now, it was time to deal with the real trouble.
He turned his head and looked at the pile of scrolls again.
A wave of vexation rose in his chest.
He let out a long, turbid breath.
Then, he plunged into it.
Late at night.
The daimyo manor was brightly lit.
The helmsman of this country was diligently writing, burning his precious liver for his eternal foundation.
No one knew.
And it was on this late night, in the distant Land of Lightning.
The Raikage stood before a twelve-person elite squad.
A murderous aura permeated the air.
"You all know about this mission?" The Raikage's voice was low and oppressive.
"Yes!" The dozen or so elites had a formidable aura, their voices like thunder, startling distant birds!
"Very good!" The Raikage nodded in satisfaction. "Then..."
He raised his thick arm, about to give the order to depart.
Just then, a strange accent cut in.
"Yo! Yo!"
Killer Bee, with dark skin, carrying seven swords, wearing sunglasses, swayed out.
"This big shot is Killer Bee! Going to the Land of Fire to mess things up! Yeah!"
"Take down the idiots of Konoha! Crush those fools! Oh yeah!"
"Taste the power of the Eight-Tails! Let them know what fear is! Idiots! Bastards!"
Instantly, the murderous aura on the scene disintegrated like ice.
The twelve elite shinobi's shoulders shook, their faces rigidly taut, the veins on their necks bulging, as they forcefully suppressed their laughter.
The Raikage's temple veins bulged, and all his muscles trembled.
"Bee!"
He roared, and the arm that was about to give the order changed direction, smashing a heavy punch onto Killer Bee's head. "You idiot, shut up!"
Killer Bee staggered, covering his head, not daring to sing anymore.
The Raikage's other clenched fist, due to the urgency of the mission, ultimately did not deliver another punch.
He turned his head and roared at the squad, which had returned to a solemn stance.
"Depart!"