Uchiha Seiryu [151-156] (Patreon)

Chapter 151: The Konoha Treaty Plan

Konoha placed special importance on the visit from Takigakure.

As soon as the Takigakure leader's convoy arrived at the entrance of the village, Seiryu and the Third Hokage Hiruzen Sarutobi—usually the village mascot, constantly running between various ribbon-cutting ceremonies, but today forcibly dragged over by Seiryu—were already waiting at the gate.

A nearly hundred-meter-long red carpet stretched from the main entrance all the way out.

Iwata Zeki was overwhelmed as soon as he got off the car. Such a grand welcome was on par with how major Hidden Villages would be received.

While Iwata Zeki was still a bit stunned by Konoha's extraordinary hospitality, Seiryu had already stepped forward and warmly shook his hand.

“Welcome to all from Takigakure for your visit to Konoha. On behalf of Konoha, I extend my warmest welcome to all of you,” Seiryu said with a smile.

“Iwata, it seems we haven’t seen each other for a long time,” Hiruzen Sarutobi added with a cheerful smile. “The last time was when you brought your Takigakure team to participate in our joint Chunin Exams, wasn’t it?”

“Third Hokage, Fifth Hokage,” Iwata Zemu bowed slightly, greeting the two in turn.

“Iwata-san, let’s talk more once we’re inside. Konoha has prepared a grand ceremony for our guests from afar,” Seiryu said with a smile.

As the Takigakure group walked onto the red carpet, a squad of Fire Release ninja, specially transferred from the Police force by Seiryu, began launching fireworks into the sky. The village entrance was instantly filled with lively excitement.

Following Seiryu’s arrangements, they went directly to the high-end restaurant opened by Gato, where the Takigakure delegation was treated to a banquet of the highest standards, and then were taken to Konoha’s top hotel to stay.

…

The next day, Seiryu sent Kakashi to lead Iwata Zeki in a tour of the many new factories recently established in Konoha. The scale of the new industrial zone in the west of Konoha left Iwata Zeki in awe.

The afternoon itinerary was a visit to the Police Force, followed by dinner with them.

Under Seiryu’s instructions, the Police Force performed a small-scale military parade.

When thousands of Police Force ninja saluted the podium in unison, their voices roaring with loyalty like a tidal wave, Iwata Zeki was utterly shocked.

He didn’t understand how Konoha had managed to train such a disciplined ninja force.

Such a unit, if deployed on the battlefield to perform joint Jutsu, would force even elite Jonin as strong as himself to avoid direct confrontation.

At dinner, seeing plate after plate of delicious beef and seafood being served in the cafeteria, Iwata Zeki was even more stunned. Weren’t those lining up at the food window all genin? Do Konoha’s genin eat so well? Even he, in Takigakure, didn’t have food like this every day.

Judging from the nonchalant expressions of the ninja, it was clear this was their regular fare, not a show for his sake.

“Mr. Iwata, today’s original menu should have included salmon, but the harbor hasn’t received any up-to-standard salmon recently, so we substituted with a lesser fish. However, to ensure proper nutrition, we’ve specially added lobster today. I hope Mr. Iwata doesn't mind,” Kakashi said with a smile.

“Konoha’s ninja… do they always eat so well?” Iwata Zeki asked with difficulty, the food standard leaving him shocked.

“Of course. You are a ninja yourself, Mr. Iwata, you know how much energy ninja burn daily in training. Our Police Force is Konoha’s elite, so their training demand is even higher—thus, they need more nutrition,” Kakashi explained.

“I see.” Iwata Zeki nodded thoughtfully.

Now, Iwata Zeki was no longer doubting his decision. In both scale and strength, Konoha far surpassed Iwagakure. More importantly, Seiryu’s attitude was so cordial, a stark contrast to the arrogance of Onoki toward small countries like theirs.

“Hokage’s Assistant,” Iwata Zeki called out to Kakashi after dinner.

“Yes, Mr. Iwata?” Kakashi replied cheerfully.

“I wonder when the Hokage will be available. I came this time to discuss cooperation between our two villages,” Iwata Zeki said.

“These days, the Hokage is very busy—not only as Hokage of Konoha but also as the Grand Chancellor of the Land of Fire. There’s much to handle daily. Why not enjoy Konoha for a few more days? Once the Hokage finishes his business, he’ll summon you,” Kakashi said as Seiryu had instructed.

“Is that so?” Iwata Zeki hesitated, then agreed, “Alright, I’ll wait for the Hokage’s summons.”

After leaving the hotel hosting the Takigakure delegation, Kakashi immediately returned to the Hokage’s office.

Seiryu, making tea, poured a cup for Kakashi and asked, “How did it go?”

“That guy’s reaction was even stronger than you expected; he’s desperate to see you,” Kakashi replied, draining his tea. “This tea tastes different than usual.”

“It’s from the last batch Gato sent—just trying it out,” Seiryu said.

“You’re really relaxed,” Kakashi observed. “So, when will you see him?”

“No rush. Let him wait a couple days. Someone will get even more anxious,” Seiryu smiled.

“Alright, let’s let him wait two more days,” Kakashi nodded.

…

In the blink of an eye, two days passed. The news of Takigakure leader Iwata Zeki’s visit to Konoha soon reached Onoki’s ears.

“Iwata Zeki, visiting Konoha at this time?” Onoki frowned. Though he and Seiryu had recently signed a non-aggression pact after cooperating to carve up Kusagakure, Onoki had used the signed agreement as a table wedge as soon as he got back to his Tsuchikage office. He was sure Seiryu hadn’t taken the agreement seriously either.

So, that so-called pact was really just a mutual agreement to keep things in check for now.

And the pieces in this big-country chess game were, of course, the surrounding small countries.

Lately, Onoki had been watching how the small countries reacted to his and Seiryu’s pact. The Land of Rain didn’t respond, which made sense—after all, as long as Hanzo could summon his salamander, he still had enough power to keep his country safe.

Onoki was also one of the few who knew about Akatsuki in the Land of Rain and that there were powerful rogue ninja there.

As for the Land of Grass, he and Seiryu had already split up the little value there. The local daimyo jumping around meant nothing to them—leaving him as a joke was fine.

So, the real focus was the Land of Waterfall.

Among the small countries’ ninja villages, Takigakure was special—they had a tailed beast. Although just the Seven-Tails, it was still enough of a deterrent that major countries wouldn’t mess with them lightly.

But with the new jinchuriki of Takigakure not yet grown, Onoki saw an opportunity.

For Onoki, the best situation was for Takigakure to maintain its current strength but lose its tailed beast. This way, the Land of Waterfall could act as a buffer between the Land of Fire and the Land of Earth, buying time for responses.

He thought Seiryu would see things the same way, but now it seemed Seiryu wanted the Land of Waterfall to fully side with Konoha.

A Takigakure fully aligned with Konoha was unacceptable to Onoki. As far as he knew from Han, a single Nine-Tails could defeat two of their village’s tailed beasts. With a Seven-Tails on top of that? Unthinkable.

Onoki stared at the ninja world map for a long moment, then called out, “Kitsuchi.”

“Father.” The Tsuchikage office door opened, and a sturdy man entered.

“Keep a close eye on Takigakure. Any unusual movement is to be reported immediately,” Onoki ordered.

“Yes,” Kitsuchi replied.

“I hope Iwata Zeki knows what’s good for him,” Onoki muttered, looking at the map.

…

Back in Konoha, after keeping Iwata Zeki waiting for two days, Seiryu finally sent an invitation for a meeting just as Iwata Zeki’s anxiety was reaching its peak.

Early in the morning, Iwata Zeki donned his formal attire as Takigakure’s leader and entered the Hokage’s office.

“Mr. Iwata, apologies for the neglect these past few days. Official business kept me busy,” Seiryu said with a smile.

“You’re too polite, Hokage-sama,” Iwata Zeki replied. But as soon as he entered, his gaze was drawn to a map in the most prominent spot in the office—marked with [Konoha Treaty Plan].

Chapter 152: Konoha Has a Complete Jinchuriki Training Program

“The Konoha Treaty Plan?” Iwata Zeki looked at the special map. With a red marker, Seiryu had circled the Lands of Waterfall, Iron, Frost, Rice Fields, and Hot Springs together with the central Land of Fire. Perplexed, he asked, “What is this?”

“I sense that beneath the peace of the ninja world, undercurrents are already stirring. As a responsible major nation, the Land of Fire must shoulder the burden of maintaining peace,” Seiryu said with a smile. “So, Konoha intends to take the lead in forming such an organization. The member nations will help each other in any future wars.”

“This…” Iwata Zeki was overjoyed. He had been worrying about how to propose an alliance with Konoha, but Seiryu had already thought of it.

“However, this plan is still just a concept. Implementing it will be quite difficult,” Seiryu said, shaking his head. “By the way, may I ask what brings you to Konoha this time, Mr. Iwata?”

“Actually, I came to seek Konoha’s help,” Iwata Zeki said. Though tempted to sign the treaty now, he kept his composure.

“Seeking help?” Seiryu’s brow furrowed. “Is Takigakure facing difficulties?”

“To be honest, Takigakure is under a lot of pressure. The Land of Earth to the north is eyeing us hungrily. Our mission share has been steadily eaten away by Iwagakure these years. I lose sleep over it.”

“You jest, Mr. Iwata. Takigakure is the only village outside the Five Great Nations with a tailed beast. That hardly counts as trouble.”

“Hokage-sama overestimates us. Although we have a tailed beast, we’re still outmatched by a giant like Iwagakure,” Iwata Zeki replied.

“So, how would you like Konoha to help your village?” Seiryu asked.

“I came originally to propose an alliance, but your plan spoke to my heart. Would you be willing to discuss it in detail?” Iwata Zeki asked.

“You mean this plan?” Seiryu glanced at the map. “I thought the other villages might resist such a plan, but I didn’t expect you’d be interested. Let’s talk, then.”

“The purpose of this treaty is for mutual support in future wars and to confront potential crises together,” Seiryu said. “In times of peace, we’ll work together to develop our economies.”

“I see. I didn’t expect Hokage-sama to be so farsighted—forming a military alliance while also caring about economic growth,” Iwata Zeki said.

“In the end, isn’t war about logistics and supply? Only with full preparation can a nation survive,” Seiryu said.

“Absolutely,” Iwata Zeki agreed. “That’s exactly why Takigakure lost ground during the ninja wars—our supply lines failed, and our last jinchuriki had to sacrifice themselves to hold our territory, so we can’t use the tailed beast’s power now.”

Seiryu gave Iwata Zeki a meaningful look. As expected, after the first Takigakure leader died, every successor was a fool. If not for the original leader’s gamble with Konoha for the Seven-Tails, their village wouldn’t have survived the second ninja war.

“Your village’s jinchuriki hasn't matured yet?” Seiryu asked with a smile.

“Uh…” Iwata Zeki only just realized he’d let slip the village’s secrets.

“No need to worry, Mr. Iwata. Konoha seeks peace, not advantage over Takigakure,” Seiryu said. “But if you need, Konoha can help. We’ve been researching the Uzumaki clan’s sealing techniques and have new insights into jinchuriki training.”

“Konoha now has a complete jinchuriki cultivation program. We can help your village,” Seiryu said cheerfully.

“If I may ask, your village’s jinchuriki is…?” Iwata Zeki was tempted, as Uzumaki Sealing was the strongest in the ninja world, but still wanted confirmation.

“Our jinchuriki is now one of my students. Would you like to meet them?” Seiryu asked with a smile.

“No, that won’t be necessary…” Iwata Zeki realized his question was a bit forward and quickly declined.

“No need to be so reserved,” Seiryu said. “Konoha is always generous with allies.”

“Then, if we want Konoha’s help, what would Takigakure need to give in return?” Iwata Zeki asked after a deep breath.

“Nothing,” Seiryu laughed. “Just strengthen our trade cooperation.”

“Trade?” Iwata Zeki was puzzled.

“Yes. The Land of Waterfall is rich in minerals, while our metalworking industry in the Land of Fire is booming. We can exchange resources for mutual benefit,” Seiryu said.

“I’ll have to consult my daimyo on that,” Iwata Zeki replied after a moment.

Chapter 153: Terumi Mei

“What’s your plan for joint defense, Hokage-sama?” Iwata Zeki asked after some hesitation. He needed the daimyo’s approval for economic cooperation but could decide military matters.

“That’s simple,” Seiryu said. “Any country joining the alliance will have Konoha troops stationed alongside their own ninja at the borders. Anyone who invades our allies is declaring war on Konoha.”

“Of course, the host country needs to cover part of the expenses. After all, we’re helping defend their territory,” Seiryu laughed.

“I understand,” Iwata Zeki nodded, relieved. If it were just a paper alliance, he wouldn't trust Konoha—after all, Konoha had abandoned allies before, like Uzushiogakure. But with stationed troops, it meant paying Konoha to defend the border. That was different—anyone who invaded would be fighting Konoha directly.

“Also, once stationed, your national security is Konoha’s responsibility—but your ninja will come under our command,” Seiryu said. “We must prevent allies’ reckless actions from dragging Konoha into unnecessary wars. I hope you understand.”

“I do, but transferring command…” Iwata Zeki hesitated.

“I said, no need to rush—such decisions should be made with care,” Seiryu smiled. “But to show Konoha’s sincerity, regardless of the alliance, we’ll help with your jinchuriki.”

“Thank you, Hokage-sama,” Iwata Zeki said emotionally. He had expected Seiryu to make things difficult, given the Uchiha’s reputation and their destruction of much of Kusagakure. But Seiryu was so easy to get along with—compared to the always aggressive Onoki, Seiryu was an angel!

As for Kusagakure’s fate, they brought it on themselves; if in the future Konoha really became their ally, Takigakure would be even safer.

Iwata Zeki’s expression changed back and forth, while Seiryu watched with a smile, wondering when he’d realize that free help was the most expensive.

“Hokage-sama, please allow me to return and consult with my daimyo. Next time, I’ll bring our jinchuriki,” Iwata Zeki said, bowing.

“No problem. Konoha’s doors are always open for friends,” Seiryu said warmly.

Soon, Iwata Zeki, beaming, set off for home. Seiryu personally saw him off.

As Iwata Zeki’s convoy left, Kakashi approached Seiryu and curiously asked, “Are you really going to ally with them? Onoki won’t just let Takigakure fall into our lap.”

“Ally?” Seiryu watched them leave and scoffed. “A small country with useless leaders would just drag us down.”

“Then why offer such generous terms?” Kakashi asked, puzzled.

“It’s fishing—you have to bait the hook to catch the real big fish,” Seiryu said. “Next, send Elder Fugaku and Miura Kazuo to the Lands of Rice Fields and Hot Springs, and present this alliance plan to their daimyos in the name of the Land of Fire. Those two are notorious good-for-nothings, and with no strong ninja villages, they’ll probably be eager for us to defend their borders. Plus, the Land of Frost stands between them and the Land of Lightning, so it shouldn’t be too hard.”

“Understood,” Kakashi nodded. “I’ll return to the Police Force now.”

“Not coming by my place?” Seiryu raised an eyebrow.

“Every time I go, you make me help with paperwork,” Kakashi replied, one Sharingan eye spinning.

“Sigh, if only there were more people like Miura Kazuo to handle these trivial matters,” Seiryu lamented.

“If not, you could reinstate Shikaku and the others,” Kakashi suggested.

“No, not yet. I have other plans for their clans,” Seiryu said, stretching. “Being Hokage isn’t as easy as I thought. Who knew the Third clung to power so tightly for a reason.”

Returning to his office, Seiryu hadn’t been there long when a portly middle-aged man emerged from the floor. Seiryu instinctively reached for his sword, only for the man to snap to attention and salute: “Salute to Lord Seiryu!”

Seiryu: …

“Tobi?” Seiryu raised an eyebrow. Of all the people he knew, only Tobi saluted him with such gusto.

“It’s me!” The middle-aged man transformed into White Zetsu.

“Don’t pop up like that. I almost cut you,” Seiryu said, putting down his hand. “So, what’s up?”

“Lord Seiryu, the identity you assigned me for infiltrating the Kirigakure rebels is ready. Terumi Mei, the rebel leader, is about to make a big move. Lord Ancestor sent me to get your advice,” Tobi said.

“Is that so?” Seiryu nodded, then formed a shadow clone. “I’ll go with you.”

Tobi became White Zetsu again, wrapping around Seiryu’s shadow clone, and then disappeared from the office.

…

Two hours later, Seiryu’s clone arrived at a house in a northwestern town in the Land of Water, where Black Zetsu had been waiting.

“Ancestor,” Seiryu’s clone greeted Black Zetsu upon surfacing.

“You’re finally here,” Black Zetsu said. “We need your help. The woman you met last time has grown a huge power base in the Land of Water—beyond our control.”

Seiryu frowned. “So fast? It’s only been two weeks. Where is this?”

“This is a town on the east side of the Land of Water and a base for the Kirigakure rebels. After becoming leader, she led her people out of the village and established this stronghold. She took with her many disaffected ninja and survivors of clan purges,” Black Zetsu explained.

“They’ve raised the banner of the new Will of Water, attracting many strong ninja—including two of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen,” he added.

“Oh?” Seiryu raised an eyebrow. “Which two little swordsmen?”

Black Zetsu glanced at Seiryu. Anyone who could wield one of the Seven Swords of the Mist was strong, but Seiryu called them ‘little swordsmen.’ Not that he was wrong—he’d once fought all seven by himself and sent them packing.

“It’s Zabuza Momochi, wielder of the Executioner’s Blade, and Kisame Hoshigaki, new wielder of Samehada. When they escaped, they also took the Twin Swords Hiramekarei and may soon find a successor for it,” Black Zetsu said.

“Have you heard their new slogan?” Seiryu asked.

“Does that matter?” Black Zetsu was puzzled.

“Of course,” Seiryu said. “If the slogan rallied so many, it must be good. This matters for my plans.”

“‘Stagnant, dead water breeds only rot and disease; only ever-flowing fresh water gives rise to new life. We are the pure flowing water, tasked to cleanse the filth and bring new life to the village,’” Tobi suddenly recited in Terumi Mei’s voice, with passion.

Seiryu raised an eyebrow. This woman had some talent.

“What else has she done?” Seiryu asked.

“She took wealth and jutsu left by destroyed clans and distributed them to her followers, rapidly improving their strength. For the clan survivors, she helped build shrines so their names wouldn’t be lost,” Tobi said.

“That feels familiar,” Seiryu grinned.

“Yes,” Tobi said, “Terumi Mei has been studying your methods, trying to replicate your Uchiha miracle in Kirigakure.”

“She often says: ‘Think about what Uchiha Seiryu would do.’”

Hearing this, Seiryu almost burst out laughing. He didn’t expect to have a fan in Kirigakure, and such a devoted one at that.

“So, in a way, she’s my fan?” Seiryu chuckled.

“Yes,” Tobi nodded.

“She’s picked up a thing or two,” Seiryu said. “That slogan is above the usual ninja political level.”

“So, Lord Seiryu, what should we do?” Tobi asked.

“She’s worked hard—let’s help her out,” Seiryu said. “She’s learned a lot just from limited intel, but she’s only scratched the surface. Rebellion requires adapting to local conditions, not copying blindly.”

“My cover is ready?” Seiryu asked.

“Of course,” Tobi replied, wrapping Seiryu’s clone again. Soon, Seiryu looked like a nondescript, balding middle-aged man, using his forehead protector to hide his hairline.

“Your name is Masato Satake, a former civilian jonin of Kirigakure, killed by Yagura’s Anbu during the escape, and replaced by us. You’re now a squad leader in the rebellion, able to join their leadership,” Tobi explained.

“Can I speak in the leadership?” Seiryu’s disguised clone nodded. “That’ll make things easier.”

“Just be careful,” Black Zetsu reminded him. “The rebels have a Byakugan that can see through White Zetsu’s disguise, but that ninja is currently inside Kirigakure as a spy.”

“Can’t you control Yagura to get rid of him?” Seiryu asked.

“Very hard,” Black Zetsu shook his head. “He’s a village elder—even the Mizukage can’t touch him without reason.”

“Alright, I get it,” Seiryu’s clone smiled, pushing open the door.

Chapter 154: Terumi Mei’s Reading Comprehension

“Left, then turn right at the next intersection.” Seiryu’s shadow clone wandered through the small town, Tobi guiding him by whispering the directions in his ear.

Before long, the disguised Seiryu arrived at the rebel base.

“Lord Seiryu, the password is: he says ‘the water runs clear,’ you reply ‘it cleanses the filth.’” Tobi whispered.

Following Tobi’s instructions, Seiryu infiltrated the Kirigakure rebel base without any trouble.

“Captain Satake.”

As soon as he entered the underground base, several rebel members greeted the disguised Seiryu.

Seiryu nodded to each of them and asked, “Is the leader here?”

“She’s in her office,” a clerk replied.

Seiryu nodded, found Terumi Mei’s office, and knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Terumi Mei’s voice sounded from inside.

Entering, Seiryu immediately noticed that compared to their last meeting, Terumi Mei now wore a mask of exhaustion—her face was tired, her eyes ringed with dark circles, and her desk was covered with papers filled with writing.

Out of the corner of his eye, Seiryu glanced at the papers and saw that they all described things he’d done in Konoha, with Terumi Mei’s own interpretations written underneath in delicate handwriting.

Just one glance told Seiryu a lot: some of her guesses about his intentions were correct, others were wrong, and some were simply overthinking.

For example, when Seiryu had hosted a banquet for the Fourth Hokage’s faction, he’d used the traditional menu from the Fourth’s era. Terumi Mei thought he did this to evoke nostalgia among the old guard, thus bringing them together around his ally Kakashi. Frankly, if he hadn’t seen this analysis today, Seiryu wouldn’t have even realized the menu had any significance.

Seiryu shook his head imperceptibly. Right now, Terumi Mei was acting just like a high school student obsessed with literary analysis, not realizing that rebellion isn’t something you can accomplish by following the book.

“Hm? Jonin Satake?” Terumi Mei looked up and asked, “Is something the matter?”

“It’s nothing urgent,” Seiryu replied. “I just wanted to request a few more assignments for our squad. Lately, we’ve had too much free time.”

“I understand your desire to contribute,” Terumi Mei said, “but our operations are already large-scale. If we push any further, Kirigakure is bound to notice.”

Seiryu’s mouth twitched. Lady, Kirigakure already knows about you. If not for certain interests, you’d never have been allowed to set up this base.

“I understand.” Seiryu nodded, then looked openly at the papers on her desk. “Leader, what are you studying?”

“I’m researching our village’s greatest enemy—Uchiha Seiryu.” Terumi Mei bit her lip.

Seiryu: …

Apparently, his fans wasn’t that friendly toward him.

“Jonin Satake, what do you think of Konoha’s Fifth Hokage, Uchiha Seiryu?” Terumi Mei suddenly asked.

“Uchiha Seiryu?” Seiryu, still disguised, put on a look of righteous indignation. “Of course I hate him! He killed so many of our comrades in the Third Ninja War, even friends I grew up with. I only regret that I’m too weak to kill him myself!”

Seiryu easily portrayed the grief and helplessness of a middle-aged man who’d lost everything to Seiryu and could never avenge himself. Tobi, possessing him and helping with the disguise, was inwardly impressed by the perfect performance.

But what Tobi didn’t know was that, for a politician, such acting was the most basic skill.

Sure enough, Terumi Mei was silent for a moment, then tried to comfort him, “Jonin Satake, I understand how you feel. As a Kirigakure ninja, I also hate Uchiha Seiryu. Still, I think some of his methods are exactly what we need to learn right now.”

“These past weeks, I’ve collected a lot of intelligence about him between the end of the Third Ninja War and when he became the Fifth Hokage. Many of our spies in Konoha died for this. But after reading all this, I have to admit: only by learning from him can we help Kirigakure escape its current crisis.” Terumi Mei sighed. “It’s ridiculous, isn’t it? We want to save our village, but we have to learn from our greatest enemy.”

“No, Leader, if it’s for Kirigakure, anything is worth it,” Seiryu said, pretending to be deeply moved.

“Still, the deeper meanings behind many of Uchiha Seiryu’s actions are beyond me,” Terumi Mei admitted, smiling with relief at his understanding.

Seiryu really wanted to tell her that most of his actions had no such deep meaning. If she kept overanalyzing, she’d fall into a logical trap.

“Uh, so what should we do now, Leader?” Seiryu asked.

“Our new Will of Water slogan has spread throughout the Land of Water. Now, more and more people who recognize the village’s problems are joining us. I think it won’t be long before, with the help of the surviving ninja clans I’ve won over with Uchiha Seiryu’s tactics, we’ll be able to march on Kirigakure and overthrow Yagura!” Terumi Mei said hopefully.

Seiryu: …

He sighed inwardly. This woman, learning by analyzing intelligence and guessing his motives, had only managed to scratch the surface.

Winning over civilians and surviving ninja clans was important, yes, but the even more critical issue was legitimacy!

How could she openly confront the Fourth Mizukage like this? If Seiryu was in her shoes, the first thing he’d do would be to publicly declare that the Fourth Mizukage, Yagura, had been misled by traitors, and that the actions of these righteous people were to advise the Shadow and punish the wicked. That way, the rebellion would be justified as loyalists cleansing the government, not open treason.

If Seiryu, controlling Yagura, made a declaration, he could immediately label these people as traitors. No matter how loud their slogans, it would be meaningless.

Before he overthrew Hiruzen Sarutobi, didn’t Seiryu still bow and observe proper etiquette?

Terumi Mei’s group should be working to separate Yagura from the blood mist policy, pinning all the blame on a conveniently corrupt high official—claiming that person deceived the Mizukage. This would solidify their claim of loyalty to the shadow. No matter what Yagura said, they could say he was controlled by evil courtiers.

That way, once they did overthrow Yagura, Kirigakure’s power could transfer peacefully. That’s why Seiryu had pinned everything on Danzo back in Konoha.

Of course, Seiryu wasn’t about to control Yagura and have him declare the rebels traitors. He wanted the Land of Water to fall into chaos. Declaring the rebels traitors would make things harder for them, but it wouldn’t change the outcome—Yagura would fall anyway.

Given Kirigakure’s current state, the people were already suffering under the blood mist policy. Even without Terumi Mei, others would have stepped up to overthrow the regime. After such bloody upheaval, it would be easy for the village to unite.

That was exactly what Seiryu didn’t want. Kirigakure’s geography made it too advantageous—a natural ocean barrier. If they solved their internal problems and got a halfway competent leader who understood offshore balancing, the Land of Fire would be under tremendous pressure, having to face two and a half major powers.

So, to Seiryu, the more chaotic the Land of Water, the better. He didn’t mind giving Terumi Mei a little guidance.

After all, history had taught him: the most dangerous leaders aren’t the useless ones, but the half-baked ones who think they know something.

“Wonderful, Leader! I believe we’ll succeed. Once you become the Fifth Mizukage, I’m sure you’ll lead the village out of darkness,” Seiryu said enthusiastically.

“Satake, it doesn’t matter who becomes Fifth Mizukage. I only hope the village becomes better,” Terumi Mei said, emotional.

Seiryu: …

He nearly laughed out loud.

Satake Masato’s position in the rebel leadership wasn’t that high—just on the edge of the decision-making circle—but even so, he was an insider! Everyone was risking their lives here, and yet the leader wouldn’t even dare admit to her own ambitions in private? Did she herself not believe she could do it?

Satake’s status was akin to a Jonin squad leader in Konoha’s inner circle. When Seiryu privately met with his own people, he never hid his ambition to become Hokage. If a leader can’t give their followers confidence, the group will eventually fall apart—especially when their lives are at stake.

In other words, only when the leader has a clear goal can the followers imagine tangible rewards for success, and be motivated to fight for them.

Seiryu rubbed his forehead. At first, he thought Terumi Mei’s careful study of his actions might help her learn something, and that he’d have to work hard to lead her astray. But now, he realized he didn’t need to do anything—she’d overthink herself into trouble. All Seiryu had to do was drop the occasional encouragement, and the Land of Water would naturally head in the direction he wanted.

“Such nobility, Leader!” the disguised Seiryu said, bowing.

“Jonin Satake, please, you don’t need to be so formal.” Terumi Mei hurried over to help him up. “The future of the Land of Water and Kirigakure depends on all our efforts.”

“Yes! I always believed, under your leadership, the village will see a new future,” Seiryu replied, meaningfully.

…

After leaving the base, Seiryu returned to his small house, where White Zetsu detached from his shadow clone.

“How did it go? Did you get anything useful?” Black Zetsu asked as soon as Seiryu returned.

“A lot,” Seiryu smiled. “Kirigakure has finally found the perfect Kage.”

“You mean this Terumi Mei girl?” Black Zetsu asked, confused.

“That’s right.” Seiryu’s smile was meaningful.

“So, what do we do next?” Black Zetsu asked.

“Turn up the pressure on Yagura. Force anyone with any strength left in Kirigakure over to the rebels,” Seiryu said coldly.

“Why?” Black Zetsu didn’t understand. Wasn’t this strengthening the enemy? He’d worked hard to keep Yagura in play all these years.

“These rebels are a giant time bomb, with every new recruit more gunpowder. Their half-baked leader is the fuse. Since this bomb is destined to go off, the more gunpowder, the better for us,” Seiryu smiled.

Chapter 155: Commander of the Fire Army

“What do we do after that?” Black Zetsu asked.

“Just keep an eye on things here and notify me if anything happens,” Seiryu said, dispelling his clone on the spot.

…

Two weeks later, Miura Kazuo and Fugaku returned from their diplomatic missions to the Lands of Rice Fields and Hot Springs. Thanks to Seiryu’s orders, Sound Village in the Land of Rice Fields, founded by Orochimaru, swiftly signed the alliance agreement, and the daimyo of the Land of Hot Springs, which had no ninja village, was persuaded by Miura to sign as well.

Upon their return, Seiryu summoned Inuzuka Ago and Aburame Shibi to his office.

Since Seiryu took office, the Inuzuka and Aburame clans had entirely replaced the former Koharu and Homura clans in Konoha’s internal politics, inheriting their wealth and status.

After the capital of the Land of Fire moved to Konoha, the Aburame clan found their territory too noisy for raising bugs, so they asked to move to a quieter area. Seiryu compensated them generously, and even set aside a nature reserve for them to research new bug species.

As for the Inuzuka clan, the influx of Fire Country nobility into Konoha meant big business.

Everyone knew the nobility’s pets provided endless D-rank missions for genin. Once the nobles heard how good the Inuzuka were at breeding dogs, they started ordering pets from them. Under Seiryu’s guidance, the Inuzuka began raising puppies as pets if they weren’t ninja dog material, and opened a pet-boarding service, giving even non-ninja clan members ways to earn money.

Ago even supported Seiryu’s industrial policies, investing in a high-quality dog food factory on the southeastern coast. Using ninja dog recipes, their dog food quickly took over the Fire Country market.

Thanks to all this, both clans were deeply grateful to Seiryu, so when he summoned them, they immediately dropped everything and hurried over.

Seiryu, as usual, made tea for them, then smiled and said, “While I was away, you two worked hard supporting Kakashi. I haven’t had the chance to thank you.”

“Hokage-sama, there’s no need. It’s our duty,” said Ago.

“Is there something you’d like us to do?” asked Shibi.

“How would you two like a promotion?” Seiryu smiled.

They were stunned. They were already Hokage advisors—was Seiryu stepping down?

“You probably know Elder Fugaku and our Left Minister just visited the Lands of Rice Fields and Hot Springs,” Seiryu said. “We’ve signed alliance agreements. According to the treaties, Konoha will station troops on their borders with the Land of Lightning to help defend their countries.”

“I’d like you two to take command of these garrisons,” Seiryu continued.

“Us?” The two exchanged glances, shocked.

“That’s right.” Seiryu nodded. “I’ll assign each of you a force of about 800 ninja from the village. Including the garrison already stationed on the border, each of you will command about 2,000 ninja. At your bases, you’ll be the Commander of those troops—during peacetime, all decisions are yours.”

Both were stunned. Seiryu was entrusting them with armies of 2,000 ninja each! Even the leaders of smaller villages didn’t command that many, and their units would comprise nearly a third of Konoha’s active ninja.

“But if we take so many ninja, won’t Konoha’s finances be strained?” Shibi asked. Normally, only Security and ANBU got salaries; regular ninja were paid per mission. Garrison troops were paid by the village. Taking 800 each meant all those ninja would stop bringing in mission revenue and need to be paid, costing a lot.

“Don’t worry, we won’t pay a penny,” Seiryu smiled. “Remember, we’re defending someone else’s border; they’ll pay the costs.”

“I see. So not only does this not strain our finances, it lightens the load of the two border units currently stationed there,” Shibi said. “But what about missions? Won’t the village be short-handed with so many ninja gone?”

“No need to worry,” Seiryu replied. “The Academy’s graduation season is coming, so we’ll soon have more genin. Plus, I plan to gradually reduce our mission load.”

“Reduce the mission load?” Both were shocked.

In past ninja wars, villages fought over missions—wasn’t this giving up income?

“Exactly,” Seiryu said. “The mercenary model of ninja-for-hire is out of date. Soon, I’ll reform the ninja system, and reducing missions is the first step.”

Ago and Shibi didn’t understand, but nodded. Seiryu had never made a bad decision and had brought their clans to greatness. If he had a plan, they’d follow.

…

Two more weeks passed. Officially appointed as Commanders of the Fire Army in the Lands of Rice Fields and Hot Springs, Shibi and Ago led their ninja to their new posts.

They were warmly welcomed by the local daimyos. For the daimyos, paying a little money for Konoha’s elite to defend them was far better than building their own ninja villages—why not spend that money on pleasures instead? The economic cooperation in the treaty would also make them real money. All it cost was a bit of military spending—a bargain.

Meanwhile, in the neighboring Land of Lightning, when A of Kumogakure heard about Konoha’s troops on two borders, he was furious. Even though the Land of Frost still separated them, Konoha’s actions were as good as stationing troops right on his border, since the Land of Frost had always relied on Kumogakure for ninja.

A decided to do the same, moving his border troops to the Land of Frost to confront Konoha.

But his secretary C quickly stopped him.

“Raikage-sama, I don’t advise moving our ninja to the Land of Frost,” C said at the high council meeting.

“Why?” A asked, frowning.

“Because we’re not ready for all-out war with Konoha,” C said. “Our strength has grown, but we still can’t defeat Konoha quickly. If the war drags out, the Land of Fire’s deep resources will grind us down.”

“Unless, like previous wars, we attack with the Lands of Earth and Water at the same time. But Mist is tied up, and as for Stone, I know that Tsuchikage—if we fight Konoha, he’ll just wait and reap the rewards.”

A could only smack the table in frustration and drop his plans for deploying to the Land of Frost. He was reckless, but not stupid. C was right—if they fought now, they might win at first, but they could never wipe out Konoha, and a war of attrition would doom the Land of Lightning.

Chapter 156: Takigakure’s Choice and Iwagakure’s Reaction

When news reached the Land of Waterfall that Konoha’s ninja were stationed on the borders of the Lands of Rice Fields and Hot Springs, and helping defend against threats from the Land of Lightning, Iwata Zeki and the daimyo of the Land of Waterfall finally came to a decision.

“So, you’re saying that if we rely on Takigakure alone, our chance of resisting the Land of Earth is zero?” the daimyo asked, looking at the Konoha Treaty Plan map Iwata Zeki had brought back.

“Yes. As things stand, our tailed beast won’t be combat-ready for five years,” Iwata Zeki replied helplessly. “Without it, Takigakure is like an ant before the great villages.”

“Even if we could use the Seven-Tails now, against Iwagakure with two tailed beasts, they’d only hesitate a little,” Iwata Zeki added. “The tailed beast is all we have—but they have them too.”

“So, if we want to ensure our safety, we can only rely on Konoha?” the daimyo asked bitterly.

“Forgive me, Lord, it is my incompetence,” Iwata Zeki said, kneeling.

“It’s not your fault. For a small country like ours, producing a powerful ninja is nearly impossible,” the daimyo said, helping him up. “Since the ninja village system began, only the Land of Rain ever produced a Hanzo.”

But, he continued, “If we sign this treaty, the Land of Waterfall will never escape the Land of Fire’s grasp.”

“Is it really that serious?” Iwata Zeki asked, puzzled.

“Iwata, you grew up as a ninja, so you don’t understand what this treaty really means. The economic cooperation terms seem generous, but once we sign, our future will be as the Land of Fire’s raw materials base. The money we earn from selling resources will just flow back to them in other forms—it’s a slow poison,” the daimyo sighed.

This daimyo, unlike most, was a former illegitimate son who’d planned to go into business but inherited the throne when his elder brother died attempting ninja training and losing control of his chakra. His youthful experiences made him far more mature than other daimyos. He could clearly see the malice hidden beneath Seiryu’s apparently generous treaty.

Iwata Zeki was startled. Only now did he understand why the daimyo had hesitated for a whole month after his return from Konoha.

“Should we refuse, then?” Iwata Zeki finally asked.

“Do we have a choice?” the daimyo asked bitterly. “Haven’t our mission assignments shrunk again this month? And I hear Iwagakure has doubled its ninja on the border.”

“Yes,” Iwata Zeki admitted.

“The Grand Chancellor of Fire Country is using open strategy,” the daimyo said. “With those two treaties signed, no matter what we do, Onoki will see us as potential enemies—unless we throw ourselves into his arms. But you know Iwagakure’s situation: Onoki is too old, with no successor. Seiryu is not yet twenty, and as a Uchiha, could stay at his peak for twenty more years.”

“Yes, we have no choice.” Iwata Zeki’s face was equally bitter. The two men exchanged glances and fell silent.

Such was the fate of small countries between giants, unless they could produce another Hashirama or Madara, they would always be pawns.

“Sign it.” At last, the daimyo sighed, signed his name, and stamped the document. “At least this way, I can remain daimyo in peace. The Land of Fire doesn’t care about our poor, resource-poor land except for minerals.”

“Iwata, go to Konoha again. Bring the garrison back quickly. Onoki and Uesugi Hideyoshi won’t give us much time,” the daimyo instructed.

“Yes!” Iwata Zeki replied, gritting his teeth.

But as soon as Iwata Zeki left with the signed, stamped treaty, spies from the Land of Earth sent word back at once.

So, before Iwata Zeki could even prepare to leave for Konoha, an envoy from Iwagakure arrived.

Iwata Zeki reluctantly received the envoy, who bluntly asked if Takigakure planned to join the Konoha Treaty and bring Konoha’s garrison to their border.

Iwata Zeki could only deny it, but the envoy pressed on, relaying Onoki’s message:

If Takigakure joined Konoha’s treaty, Iwagakure would treat it as a declaration of war and take military action.

Faced with Onoki’s threat, Iwata Zeki nearly ground his teeth to dust, but could only insist Takigakure had no such plans, and politely saw the envoy out.

Once the Iwagakure envoy left, Iwata Zeki hurried back to the capital to see the daimyo.

After hearing the news, the daimyo took a deep breath. “No more hesitation. Only Konoha can make Iwagakure hesitate now. Go to Konoha at once, make the alliance, and request the garrison’s immediate arrival. Travel light and fast!”

“I understand,” Iwata Zeki replied.

This time, he used a water clone to return to Takigakure, while his real body set out for Konoha without delay.

As Iwata Zeki and the daimyo made their decision, Seiryu received a request from Onoki for a video conference.

“The big fish finally bites,” Seiryu chuckled. He put on his formal Hokage robes and hat, then answered the call.

On the screen, Onoki was also in formal dress. The two faced each other, then each removed their hats and set them on the table—a tradition since the First Hokage’s first Five Kage Summit.

“Tsuchikage, how have you been?” Seiryu asked with a smile.

“Oh, not as well as you, Hokage. You’re really riding high these days,” Onoki said with a forced smile. “Your Konoha Treaty is quite the hot topic.”

“It’s just a little effort for peace. Only with peace can our villages and nations prosper,” Seiryu said calmly.

“Is it really for peace?” Onoki sneered. “If Takigakure joins, your ninja will be stationed on my border. Quite the move, Hokage.”

“It’s only to give our allies a sense of security. Please don’t overthink it,” Seiryu said with a smile. “We have a non-aggression pact, don’t we?”

“Yes, you and I have one—but the Land of Waterfall does not,” Onoki said darkly. “I don’t care how Kumogakure views your alliances, but Iwagakure will not tolerate this. If anything happens, I hope you won’t blame me.”