It'd been a few years, yeah — and the balance of power in the world had completely changed. Exactly the way Seijuro and Aizen had planned it.
They'd structured things so that everyone — and I do mean everyone — had a nuke by their side. Literally or figuratively.
...Yes. Nukes were a thing now.
And honestly, the shit you could do with a bit of tinkering was wild.
To be perfectly honest, Seijuro found out about nukes by accident.
He'd been practicing his swordsmanship, as usual. His level had climbed so high that he got curious — just how much could he cut?
Mountains, valleys, forests — everything fell with one swing. So he went smaller...
Until he accidentally cut an atom.
So yeah. That was an accident.
But hey, at least he managed to reproduce it. With the power of nukes and all that.
Unlike other leaders who would've hoarded that kind of power, Seijuro went full "Prime Bonney Blue" and handed it out like candy.
Every village with a population in the thousands got one.
He made it so that war wasn't something you could just decide to start anymore.
If a leader even considered war, it had to be the last possible option — because once that shit started, it only took one button, and half your village would be gone.
The bigger your village, the more you had to lose.
Basically, everyone had a gun now — and that made people think twice before pulling the trigger.
Anyway, onto more dangerous matters.
It was time to be a dad.
"Alright, enough," Seijuro said, his voice low but firm — the kind of tone that could make even gods flinch. "No nukes. No missile launchers. No chakra explosions in the kitchen. We just got that floor redone."
Mito crossed her arms, glaring at her brother with that pouty, red-haired menace look that could curdle milk.
"He deserved it though! Snitches get detonated."
"Mito..."
"...Fine," she mumbled, dragging her spoon through her pudding like it had personally offended her ancestors.
Sora just sat there, eyes darting between her and their dad, clearly calculating whether it was safe to breathe yet.
Seijuro sighed. "You two need to get along. You're siblings. The world's already messy enough — last thing I need is you two turning this house into another Fourth Shinobi War."
Mito huffed. "We could win it though."
He blinked. "...That's not the point."
"Still true though," she muttered under her breath, earning a sharp side-eye from Sora, who looked one argument away from writing his will.
Sure, he had a Sharingan — he'd awakened his three tomoe when his dad told him he loved him (don't ask) — but he wasn't some emotional wreck, don't worry about it.
He just... didn't inherit the Kurama clan's kekkei genkai like his sister.
The Sharingan was cool and all, but Mito's powers were ridiculous.
If only he could copy that...if only he could adapt [no comment]
Dinner, at least, was good. Really good.
Seijuro could cook — not "feed your family" good, but "save civilization through flavor" good. By the time they were done, Mito was giggling, Sora was no longer terrified, and for once, peace settled over the house.
Leaning back, Seijuro looked at the two small monsters he called his kids and chuckled softly. "Guess I did something right."
Peace through profit — who the hell would've thought?
Yeah, a lot of people still died. Greed wasn't kind.
But nobody was dumb enough to start an all-out war anymore. Not when the economy was booming.
And honestly? That was fine by him.
Kumogakure? Gone. Straight up erased from the map.
Its land now belonged to the Uzumaki — and they'd turned that territory into something else entirely: factories, research hubs, and massive trade ports.
He had to admit — they'd pulled it off.
The Uzumaki didn't just survive — they thrived. They dragged the world kicking and screaming into the tech age.
Cars existed now. Cars. In the ninja world.
Planes too — actual flying machines powered by chakra engines and Uzumaki fuel cores. Hell, even phones were a thing now. Like, "ring ring, talk to your Hokage through the void" kind of phones.
Transportation had never been easier. Information moved faster than spies could run. The shinobi world was evolving, and anyone too stubborn to adapt got left behind.
As for how he powered the cars — remember that oil he acquired from the Sand? Yeah, that stuff. He turned it into gas and energy cores.
And by the time the Sand realized it, the best they could do was sign a deal — a cheap one — since the original contract lasted a hundred years before needing renewal.
So yeah. Tough shit.
The ninja world had to adapt or die.
Just look at Kiri.
They thought sticking to their old bloody ways would work forever... until some small-ass village rolled up with a shopping cart full of laser cannons and miniguns.
And that was all she wrote.
The "mighty" Kirigakure got folded.
Humiliated.
Absolutely diddled by the power of modern weaponry.
It wasn't even a fight.
You bring a sword to a gunfight and expect not to get more holes than SpongeBob? That's crazy work.
Oh well.
Now, only a few major villages remained:
Konoha, Iwa, Uzushio, Suna, and barely clinging to that title — Kiri.
With the money Suna made, they'd basically turned into the ninja equivalent of Dubai.
Seijuro didn't judge though — at least they adapted.
They had a ton of weapons too.
The best gun out right now could fire up to 5,000 bullets per minute.
The average? Fifteen bullets per second.
Give a civilian one of those, and suddenly they were a genin-to-low-chunin-level threat.
And if they had skill? Jonin level.
Not Kage though — you'd need an army of them for that.
But still, the point stood — it was a new age.
And like he said before: those who refused to adapt were just waiting to get fucked over.
Peace was beautiful now, in a twisted way.
When you could die in seconds, war started to look a lot less tempting.
As for robbers and criminals? Seijuro didn't worry too much about them.
Why, you ask?
Well... now that the major villages couldn't bully the small ones anymore, tell me — what kind of people were still "free game" for exploitation?
Did he forget to mention that Suna was basically Dubai?
You know what that means, right?
Slave labor.
Technically, they got paid. Technically.
So they weren't slaves per se... but even if they worked 500 years, they'd never pay off their debts.
The world had changed — and not all of it for the better.
But hey... at least it wasn't burning. Yet.
A/N When next chapter done....will post it.
I could probably post the Kairo story cause as of now, I have zero chapter in draft….deadass, nada for this story, those two were all I had