"You exterminated the Monkey Summon Clan… and obtained a five-hundred-hectare pocket world?"
The three elders stared at Uchiha Soren as if he had just delivered the Sage of Six Paths' treasury.
Five hundred hectares—about 7,500 mu of land.
Discounting cliffs and untillable terrain, there remained nearly 3,000 mu of workable farmland.
Enough to sustain a thousand civilians, even under wartime scarcity.
The Uchiha Clan had nearly three thousand non-combatants and over two hundred genin. They weren't fighters yet—but they were the clan's future bloodline. If war broke out in the upcoming seven-day window leading to the Hokage election, even the four Uchiha elders could not guarantee their safety.
They could be slaughtered.
Or taken hostage.
Or used as bargaining chips.
But with Soren's sudden revelation of the Paradise World, danger transformed into possibility.
If the clan stockpiled food and water for four or five thousand people inside that dimension, the Uchiha could fight without fear of their families being exposed.
A sanctuary.
A fortress.
A homeland no enemy could reach.
Uchiha Shihō exhaled slowly.
"This… this is a blessing delivered at the hour we needed it most."
He did not ask how Soren had obtained the pocket realm. Any shadow-level elite had their secrets; prying only showed insecurity. What mattered was that Soren offered it for the clan's survival.
That was loyalty.
And future Hokage material.
Uchiha Shikata drummed his fingers on the table.
"But the trouble isn't the realm—it's entering it. How do we get thousands of civilians inside?"
For ordinary summon realms, there were only two options:
Sign a summoning contract, then reverse-summon people inside.
Find a natural entrance to the realm.
Neither was viable.
Soren shook his head.
"A contract is impossible. Even if the monkeys still lived—and they don't—our civilians lack the chakra to survive a summoning. They'd die mid-transfer."
He folded his arms.
"And the physical entrance to Paradise lies in the Land of Hot Water. Moving thousands of people and supplies across nations without alerting Konoha? Impossible."
Disappointment flickered across the elders' expressions.
Until Soren continued.
"But… if I fully comprehend Second Hokage Tobirama's Flying Thunder God, and understand its core principle of spatial anchoring—then I may design a teleportation array that permanently links the Uchiha compound to the Paradise World."
Silence struck the room like a kunai.
Uchiha Shihō's voice dropped soft and reverent:
"You're proposing… a spatial gate?"
Soren nodded.
"I don't like Tobirama—but his ninjutsu is genius. Flying Thunder God lets one travel instantly to any marked point, regardless of distance or weight. As long as the chakra is paid, space bends."
He lifted a finger.
"If it can teleport a person… then with refinement, it can teleport space itself."
The elders exchanged stunned looks.
"And combining it with summoning principles…" Soren continued calmly, "plus my own Mangekyō ability—Spatial Step—I believe I can stabilize a fixed pathway."
Uchiha Shikata slapped the table hard.
"Then we'll obtain the Flying Thunder God scroll! Slaying the Second Raikage earns us the right to demand access."
Uchiha Kaken scoffed.
"If Uzumaki Mito refuses? Simple. We stop being polite. We burn down the Hokage Building together!"
Even the war-hawk Uchiha Shikata blinked at having been outdone.
"Ahem," he coughed. "Let's not set the village ablaze yet. We have seven days. We divide tasks."
Uchiha Shihō nodded, becoming fully the commander.
"Today, I'll take Soren to inspect the Security Corps and familiarize him with its structure. Shikata—restore contact with our subordinate clans. Kaken—"
His gaze sharpened.
"You will negotiate with Uzumaki Mito for access to the Flying Thunder God technique. Use tact. Conceal our true aim. Retreat when necessary."
Kaken grinned.
"Leave persuasion and charm to me."
Thus decided, the four Uchiha stood and separated to begin their work.
Konoha's Six Great Departments
As Soren walked through the bustling Uchiha district beside Shihō, the clan head explained:
"Konoha runs on six major departments, each controlling a piece of the village."
1. The ANBU — Assassination Tactical Special Forces
"Directly under the Hokage. Tobirama staffed them almost exclusively with Senju loyalists," Shihō snorted.
"Four captains—Tiger, Ox, Explosion, Elephant. All elite-jōnin to shadow-level."
He clicked his tongue.
"Tobirama kept almost all ANBU in the village—to watch us. Only the useless 'Shadow Guard' was sent to the battlefield."
Shihō sneered.
"They died as expected—led by Sarutobi Hiruzen and Shimura Danzō. Good riddance."
Soren's eyes narrowed.
"Before I eliminated the Shadow Guard, Mirror told me Tobirama had already 'designated' Sarutobi to be Third Hokage."
Shihō actually burst into laughter.
"Heh! Then Lord Tobirama died at the perfect time!"
He clapped Soren's shoulder.
"You are the Uchiha's greatest young hope."
Soren bowed lightly.
"A clan member's duty is simple. I fulfill it."
Shihō sighed.
"If everyone thought like that, this clan would know no chaos."
2. The Administration Department
"This branch handles politics, diplomacy, logistics, and—most crucially—finances."
Shihō's voice hardened.
"The Senju dominated it entirely. Had their line not died off so quickly, the Uchiha would still be eating scraps for another decade."
Soren agreed grimly.
Without resources, a clan couldn't marry, raise children, or advance jutsu.
Even the greatest Sharingan was useless if its owner starved.
And in the original timeline, the Sarutobi Clan—greedy, parasitic—had drained Konoha dry for decades.
Soren's gaze cooled.
They would never rise again.
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