By June of the Warring States era, one rumor tore through the ninja world like wildfire.
The Konoha Alliance, born in blood and chaos, had transformed into something new — a true village.
Konoha Shinobi Village.
Every clan across the Land of Fire heard the announcement. And for once, even the mighty Uchiha and Senju took notice. The message was clear: this wasn't another temporary coalition or noble's militia. It was a system. A village meant unity, taxation, training, and law. It meant order in a world where death came faster than sunrise.
And leading this newborn power was one name whispered across every campfire and tavern:
Amamiya Raizen, the man who refused to die quietly.
Konoha's call went out like a thunderclap.
"All shinobi of the Land of Fire — join Konoha, and build the future."
Wandering ninja, disbanded clans, and mercenaries looked toward the forests of Konoha, where banners now flew above newly built walls. Fifty thousand trained shinobi stood ready. One command, and they could drown a nation in steel and chakra.
The message was undeniable:
The Land of Fire would never be the same.
Across distant countries, daimyōs and clans shuddered. Some laughed it off; others began whispering the same question: Could we do it too?
If Raizen could forge a single village from chaos, why not them?
It was the start of a revolution that no one could stop.
Raizen didn't care about any of that.
While the world buzzed with panic and imitation, he was already moving — leading a squad of masked Anbu through misty forests toward the capital of the Land of Fire.
His destination: the daimyō's palace.
His goal: make one country, one village more than just an idea.
Konoha can't live off idealism, he thought grimly. Without the daimyō's money, we'll be building dreams out of mud.
After two days of silent travel, they reached the capital. No ambushes, no assassins — just the heavy scent of incense and gold.
Inside the great hall, the daimyō looked older than Raizen remembered. The man's skin was pale, worn down by age and medicine that barely worked. The Warring States didn't let anyone grow old gently.
"I didn't expect it, Raizen-dono," the daimyō said with a faint smile. "You actually did it. You built a village."
Raizen bowed lightly. "Does His Majesty remember what I said a year ago?"
The daimyō's eyes narrowed in amusement. "You mean your dream of 'one country, one village'?"
"Yes." Raizen's smile faded. "It's no longer a dream."
The daimyō leaned back, considering. "I did promise that if you succeeded, the Land of Fire would recognize and support Konoha."
Raizen's tone sharpened. "And what does Your Majesty think now?"
"I can honor that promise," the daimyō said carefully. "But it won't be easy. There are many ninja who live off my palace's missions. If I declare Konoha the only official village, they'll lose their income… and I might lose my head."
Raizen nodded, unsurprised. "Then we'll handle that part."
He met the daimyō's gaze. "If Your Majesty recognizes Konoha as the sole village of the Land of Fire, we'll cleanse the nation of rogue shinobi. And I'll create a guard unit under your name — twelve elite protectors, loyal only to you."
The daimyō's brows furrowed. "Cleanse the Land of Fire? Twelve protectors?"
"Exactly," Raizen said. "Those who refuse to join Konoha will be declared enemies of the nation. We'll unite the land — through words or through blood."
The daimyō fell silent. Even for him, the ambition in those words was chilling.
"You mean to tell me… even if the Uchiha or Senju refuse?"
Raizen's answer was ice. "No exceptions. Anyone who stands against Konoha will be erased from history. Even if it's my friend… or my kin."
For a long moment, the only sound was the crackle of incense.
Then Raizen spoke again, his tone almost casual.
"As for your safety, I'll assign the Guardian Twelve — twelve elite ninja who'll serve directly under you. They'll be your sword and shield, wherever you are."
The daimyō tapped his armrest, intrigued. "Guardian Twelve… hm. That's a fine idea, Raizen-dono. But if you want my support, I have conditions of my own."
Raizen's expression didn't change. "Name them."
"First, Konoha's war and construction funds will come from the Land of Fire's treasury. In return, mission income and tax flows must be registered through my office. Second, the election of Konoha's next leader must receive my formal approval."
Raizen fell quiet, analyzing.
It was a fair deal wrapped in a leash — gold for obedience. A system where Konoha's heart beat with the daimyō's coin.
After a long pause, he nodded. "Agreed."
The daimyō smiled faintly. "Then it's settled."
Their palms met with a sharp clap.
The Fire Nation Pact was born.
From that day, the Land of Fire and the Village Hidden in the Leaves became one body — a single country, a single village, bound by politics, ambition, and blood.
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