"Just a corpse in a grave."
"Sooner or later, Sunagakure will bear the Uchiha name."
Watching the Third Kazekage, Rasa, leave, Uchiha Ren muttered to himself.
Ninja in this era—
We're still far too naive.
Every "gift" fate offered—
Already had a price tag attached.
Konoha paid a trivial amount of money—
And in return, gained Sunagakure's future.
A massive profit.
Humming lightly, Uchiha Ren returned to his lodging.
He enjoyed another hot spring bath.
At noon, he had been drinking—
Sweating from both alcohol and heat.
A bath was necessary.
Afterward, he brewed a cup of tea and lounged lazily, idly flipping through his Roulette System.
Without realizing it—
He had accumulated ten draws again.
On such a lucky day—
Surely something good would come out.
A golden reward, perhaps.
For some reason—
He felt confident.
His finger hovered over the button.
"…Let's go."
"Go big or go home."
Ten draws.
The roulette wheel appeared once more.
The pointer spun rapidly—
A flash of white light.
"Three shuriken!"
"Dango."
"One kunai."
"Electric tricycle."
"Toilet paper roll."
"Kekkei Genkai: Ice Release."
"Three boxes of Amoxicillin."
"Underwear."
"Four kunai!"
"A stool."
"…Nice!!!"
Uchiha Ren grinned like an eight-year-old.
Finally—
Something worthwhile.
Ice Release.
Though underwhelming in the original timeline—
With proper development, it could become powerful.
And even if not—
It looked cool.
Totally worth it.
Warm soda was garbage.
Ice-cold soda—
It was perfect.
Now—
He could drink chilled cola anytime.
He activated a trace of the power.
Cold air spreads instantly.
The tea in his hand—
Frozen solid.
After calming down, he reviewed the rewards again.
Overall—
Very good.
Three stories high, even.
Aside from Ice Release—
The most useful items were:
The electric tricycle.
And Amoxicillin.
The rest—
Irrelevant.
The electric tricycle—
A common transport tool in his previous life.
In Konoha—
It was revolutionary.
Transportation had always been a problem.
Most goods were still moved by animal labor.
Slow.
Inefficient.
He had long been dissatisfied.
But Senju Tobirama was overloaded with research tasks.
Even a genius couldn't do everything at once.
Railway systems were still in development.
Costly.
Time-consuming.
Now—
There was an alternative.
And with a physical model—
Tobirama's progress would accelerate.
Perhaps even inspire breakthroughs in train development.
Then—
Amoxicillin.
A miracle drug.
Invaluable.
Even in a world with Medical Ninjutsu—
Medical ninja were scarce.
And only served other ninja.
Ordinary civilians—
Had no access.
For them—
This was life-saving medicine.
And more importantly—
Profitable.
The market potential—
It was enormous.
This alone could become a major financial pillar for Konoha.
With samples in hand—
Tobirama's research would speed up again.
"Not bad…"
Uchiha Ren was pleased.
Even "trash-tier" rewards—
Could be valuable.
With his mood high, he opened the mission panel.
Skipping the morally questionable ones—
He found something interesting.
[Bloodline Patriarch]
Invite three or more non-Konoha Kekkei Genkai clans to join Konoha.
Reward: 60 draws.
Sixty.
That was enough to take seriously.
He began recalling bloodline clans.
There weren't many.
Kirigakure had:
The Hōzuki Clan.
The Kaguya Clan.
The Yuki Clan.
Konoha's ally—
The Uzumaki Clan.
And…
The Chinoike Clan.
A dojutsu clan.
Exiled to Hell Valley.
…Which was located in the Land of Hot Water.
"…How convenient."
Uchiha Ren murmured.
Though—
That clan had been persecuted by the Uchiha.
Convincing them—
It would be difficult.
Still—
Worth trying.
That left two more.
Which meant—
Kirigakure was the best target.
After all—
The Third Mizukage was already suppressing bloodline clans.
Perfect timing.
Uchiha Ren reviewed recent intelligence.
Rumors were spreading rapidly in Kirigakure.
Bloodline users were "cursed."
Bringers of disaster.
In a closed, isolated society—
Such rumors flourished.
The mastermind?
The Mizukage himself.
The war-weary populace—
I needed a scapegoat.
Truth didn't matter.
They just wanted someone to blame.
Just like—
Naruto in the past.
Ridiculous rumors—
Still believed.
Because people needed an outlet.
Now—
Bloodline clans were being ostracized.
Hostility grew.
Discrimination increased.
Even basic interactions—
It became difficult.
At the same time—
Ordinary ninjas gained power.
Resources shifted.
The Mizukage—
Secured his position.
Everything—
It made sense.
Uchiha Ren smiled faintly.
This situation—
Had potential.
But the fire—
Wasn't big enough yet.
It needed fuel.
"Hyuga…"
He thought of the Hyuga Clan.
They had ties with the Kaguya Clan.
Even exchanged gifts during the New Year.
Perfect intermediaries.
He summoned a Hyuga branch member.
Hyuga Yama.
Hyuga Takuma's younger brother.
"What are your orders, Hokage-sama?"
He knelt formally.
Posture perfect.
Strict upbringing evident.
Uchiha Ren lay casually on the tatami.
"No need to be so rigid. This is private."
"This is proper etiquette."
Yama replied seriously.
In the Hyuga Clan—
Hierarchy was absolute.
Even posture—
Was enforced.
Failure meant punishment.
Even the Caged Bird Seal.
Uchiha Ren clicked his tongue.
He disliked it—
But it worked.
The Hyuga Clan had endured for centuries.
Proof of success.
He refocused.
"Yama, your clan has ties with the Kaguya Clan."
"I have a task."
"There's tension in Kirigakure."
"If they're unwelcome…"
"Konoha will welcome them."
Yama understood immediately.
Recruitment.
"Should I secretly invite them?"
"No."
Uchiha Ren smiled.
"I want the Mizukage to know."
Yama paused.
"…Understood."
"Then listen carefully."
"Go secretly."
"But make sure you're discovered."
"When you speak with them—"
"Emphasize Konoha's tolerance."
"Our prosperity."
"Our desire for talent."
"And most importantly—"
"Make sure the Mizukage hears everything."
Uchiha Ren's smile deepened.
He wouldn't recruit them directly.
No.
He would make Kirigakure—
Drive them out.
And then—
They would come to Konoha themselves.
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