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"A Lightning Release Shinobi, while training his son Storm Release, actally collided with a—bodybuilder, resulting in the child's death. How should we hahis?" one elder asked.
"We 't—repeat Kirigakure's mistakes. Bloodline limit s require special sideration. We 't—aliehem."
"Issue a verbal warning to the father. As for the bodybuilder, a thousand ryō fine and ten days' fi."
Periods e-scale cultural iion often cided with—war. The rger the war, the greater the iion.
Like the destru of Uzushiogakure before the First Shinobi World War, scattering the Uzumaki . Or Konoha's near-destru ihird otentially scattering its s throughout the Shinobi World.
And these periods of iion and migration were always turbulent.
Unseen currents flowed beh the surface.
The flict between Konoha and Kumogakure had driven many from the Land of Lightning to seek refuge in the Land of Fire, their pockets filled with cash.
They'd chosen the winning side.
This influx ees, however, created problems. The Land of Fire's local—entrepreneurs saportunity.
But Konoha, under Gojo Kaigetsu's influence, was a vilge of ws.
The old ways masked robberies—no longer worked. Konoha had issued long-term bounties on such activities. Even if successful, the perpetrators would be caught. They'd be enrig Konoha's coffers, not their own.
But against these newly arrived immigrants, there were—other methods.
First, gambling.
A legitimate business in Konoha. Establish os, hire attractive—hostesses, and lure the wealthy into—spending their fortunes.
But gambling had its limits. And the Land of Lightning had its own os. This was a—short-term solution.
Then, there were drugs.
Strictly forbidden in Konoha. Even influeng people's minds was frowned upo alone using substances.
Such activities earned a p Konoha's "Most Wanted" list.
Finally, there was sex work.
Konoha's stance was—ambiguous. Forbidden within the vilge itself, but outside—as long as there were s of forced participation or coer, Konoha turned a blind eye. Otherwise, it was on the "Most Wanted" list.
The entrepreneurs focused on this avenue.
They established "underground clubs," recruiting—willing partits, exclusive services. But Kumogakure's refugees, aced to such—establishments, weren't easily impressed.
And so, in the shadows, Konan and Bck Zetsu infiltrated the Land of Fire.
"The Land of Fire is—my responsibility. Why are you here?" Konan asked, her voice ft, her gaze fixed on Bck Zetsu.
"Market research. I need materials," Bck Zetsu replied casually. "You should establish a presence here. You'll hahe anization's operations in the Land of Fire."
"Once I've pleted my research, I'll deliver the necessary pos. You then—distribute them to your ts."
Konan's expression remained ral. She didn't respond, a tacit agreement.
Bck Zetsu sank into the earth, his work of informants quickly leading him to several underground clubs.
His research methods were direct. He used genjutsu to—extraformation, to uheir deepest desires.
...
He then used a Transformation Jutsu, assuming the forms of a Land of Fire noble, a wealthy mert, and a Kumogakure refugee.
"If you had an iructible toy, a—pything you could trol pletely, what would it be?"
"The evils of capitalism!" the noble decred.
"The dece of feudalism!" the mert shouted.
"Iwagakure mud!" the refugee grumbled.
Bck Zetsu was—fused. Had humanity evolved beyond his prehension?
"No, no. Not abstract cepts. Something—tangible. A living being. From history, perhaps."
"The evils of capitalism, personified!"
"The dece of feudalism, embodied!"
"A Kirigakure—octopus."
Bck Zetsu's patienapped. Years of careful pnning ruined by these idiots.
Was this what he wanted?
Konan had been right.
If he didn't get the answers he wanted, he'd simply—rephrase the question.
"If you had a pything, a person you could trol pletely, who would it be? A historical figure, perhaps. No—monsters or animals."
"Tell me your—deepest desires."
"A woman!" the noble and the mert decred. "A powerful woman, like—Elder Koharu Utatane."
"A man!" the refugee shouted. "Uchiha Madara. The stro!"
Bck Zetsu felt a chill. Weren't they supposed to desire someone like his mother, Kaguya ōtsutsuki?
Why Koharu Utatane?
The thought of that woman made his—leaves curl.
And the Kumogakure refugee? Though he uood their obsession with strength—Uchiha Madara? Really?
Bck Zetsu made a note: "Female. Old. Powerful. Rooster. Bamboo. Submissive." He then released them from the genjutsu and sank into the earth.
He tinued his—research.
...
Hours ter, he emerged in a forest, his notebook filled with—disturbiries.
[Female. Old. Powerful. Rooster. Bamboo. Submissive. Hermaphrodite. Smelly female…]
He was horrified.
He'd specifically requested human preferences. A…
'I just like animals.'
"...."
He stared at the list, a colle of—fetishes that could fuel a horror film.
"An old bamboo shoot? A dominant rooster?"
"Why are human preferences so rare? Have they grown tired of humans?"
'Perhaps I should extract their chakra when Mother is revived.'
'Such impure chakra—it would taint her.'
"This is problematic."
Bck Zetsu, a dutiful son, couldn't allow such—impurities to—touch his mother.
He'd—exclude them from the Infisukuyomi, let them find their owertai in a—frozen World.
"Konan." He emerged from the ground.
"So what did you find?" she asked, her voice cold.
"They don't seem to like humans."
"What…?" Konan stared at him, bewildered.
She was oeen, after all. She couldn't prehend such—depravity.
After a lengthy expnation, her face paled. "These people—they've seen too much, haven't they?"
Even she, a seasoned Shinobi, found it disturbing.
They'd been given a ce at unlimited pleasure, and they'd chosen—that?
" the Edo Tensei resurreimals?" she asked, her mind reeling.
"Theoretically. It's even easier than resurreg humans. I'll collee samples on my way back."
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