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While others clung to stagnant traditions, Hiruko kicked those outdated customs into the corner and initiated a full-scale capitalist construction mode. He didn't just use his share of the profits to expand factories; he went straight for the "sweatshop" model, capitalizing on the low human rights and the massive population dividend of Konoha's civilians.
Since the ruling class had always treated ninjas as "tools," Hiruko figured everyone might as well get to work on the assembly lines. This was why the missions he was posting lately seemed so staggering to the traditionalists.
Of course, not every ninja was sent to turn screws. That grunt work was reserved for Genin or, more importantly, the marginalized groups: disabled veterans, widows of fallen shinobi, and orphans. These people were the backbone of Konoha's silent strength, and they were the ones most in need of a lifeline.
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In a world where the ninja mortality rate was sky-high, the village could never truly provide for every broken family. Even a well-intentioned village, drained by successive wars, rarely had the treasury to support orphans and widows. Those with clans might find some help; those without were left to fate.
Is that fair? No, it isn't.
Hiruko funneled these people into his factories. They produced cement and an array of consumer goods—cola, canned fruits, canned beef. It didn't matter if they worked slowly; what mattered was that they had three guaranteed meals a day and a modest wage. They weren't living in luxury, but they were no longer starving. By providing mass-canteen meals, Hiruko allowed workers to save their meager pay to buy things for their children.
Because the previous social safety net was so inhumane, Hiruko's "sweatshops" were a massive success. Paradoxically, he became known as a great philanthropist. A small wage was still a real wage, and in a village where food and clothing were once uncertain for many, a steady job was a miracle.
The cheap products from these factories naturally attracted merchants. While the Land of Fire was struggling, there is no such thing as an unsellable product, only an unsellable price. Furthermore, trading in Konoha offered a priceless advantage: security. Hiruko's strategy of using ninjas to proactively clear out local bandits created a premium business environment.
Hiruko was careful not to exploit child labor to the point of stunted growth, but everyone else was fair game.
Lady Chiyo watched all of this with a mixture of confusion and awe. The concepts of industrial architecture and modern commerce were a blur to her, but as a veteran ninja, she understood the difference between a soldier with light in their eyes and a soldier with a hollow gaze. The latter was a mere machine; the former had limitless potential.
The Hidden Sand had once been full of idealistic, vibrant youths. But the meat-grinder of war had ground their spirits into dust, leaving behind walking corpses who completed missions mechanically. Hiruko's conditions weren't "generous" by modern standards, but they offered a glimmer of hope. They signaled that if a ninja fell, the village wouldn't abandon their family.
Even legendary figures like Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha couldn't protect their younger brothers from early graves. Now, Konoha was stepping up to raise the families of the fallen. To the people of the Leaf, this was a shot of adrenaline to the soul.
Chiyo wondered: Could we replicate this in the Sand?
She quickly realized the grim reality. The Hidden Sand was a wasteland of howling winds and shifting dunes. They had almost no natural resources. Even their "Gold Dust" was being devalued by the other Great Nations. The maintenance costs for infrastructure in a desert would be astronomical. Even if the Daimyō of the Land of Wind squeezed every penny from his coffers, you cannot find water in a dried-up well.
Konoha had the foundation to rise from any ruin—population, territory, geniuses, and secret arts. It was a crouching giant that smothered the other nations even while it napped. The Sand, however, was one heavy blow away from falling out of the Five Great Nations entirely.
"There must be a way... the children will find a path for the Sand," Chiyo muttered to herself. But as she looked at the prosperity around her, her face grew dim.
Her slight change in expression was caught by little Temari, who was sitting in Maki's lap. The tiny girl reached out a delicate, innocent hand...
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