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  Konoha War Ninja Film Set

  “That’s a ! Yakitori tonight!”

  “Pop the champagne!”

  After over half a month of hard work, “Konoha: War Ninja” had finally pleted all filming and post-produ.

  The final cut was ready.

  All that remained was to secure approval from the Five Great Nations and distribute it using specialized chakra teology. This meticulously crafted, main melody, red-blooded epic, extolling the Will of Fire, would soon grace the silver ss across the Five Great Nations.

  Gojo Kaigetsu, the behind-the-ses producer and swriter, arrived o early to celebrate this joyous occasion.

  Direuraki Yuta of Yukigakure, discreetly approached him, a worried expression on his face. “Gojo-sama, acc to my initial pn, ‘Konoha: War Ninja’ was intended for release within the Land of Fire and surrounding smaller nations.”

  “However, your request for simultaneous release across the Five Great Nations might be… difficult.”

  “If the film sors in other tries thhly review ‘Konoha: War Ninja,’ they might not grant us distributios.”

  The current shinobi world was in a period of cold war, following the ret flicts between the various vilges. The great nations bag these vilges were stantly seeking ways to undermiheir rivals’ development.

  And cultural products like “movies” and “television” were always subject to review by the nations supp the vilges.

  Therefore, even if Konoha had established ercial and prehensive alliances with Sunagakure and Kirigakure, it couldn’t influehe decisions of the respective daimyo.

  After all, in he vilges were merely the military branches of the rger nations.

  Unaware of Gojo Kaigetsu’s methods, Muraki Yuta naturally voiced his s.

  In response, Gojo Kaigetsu simply smiled faintly aured dismissively. “Don’t worry about that.”

  “I’ve already smoothed things over through the proper els.”

  “The film will be released on ss across the shinobi world tonight.”

  Before officially ung the “Ihe Freat Nations Pn,” Minato had granted him 450 million ryō in cash as a dedicated fund for the project.

  Despite his past poverty, Gojo Kaigetsu hadn’t pocketed a single ryō of this sum.

  He had used it all to bribe officials of varying ranks within the different nations, ensuring the smooth distribution of “Iki.”

  Later, when “Iki” became a massive hit, geing substantial profits, Gojo Kaigetsu split the earnings 70/30, taking the rger share for himself while using the remaining 30% to tinuously funnel bes to those officials.

  Gojo-sama's money wasn't so easy to swallow.

  Those who dared to accept it had to give him the green light!

  With just a word, no matter how overtly patriotic or virtuous “Konoha: War Ninja” might be, these officials, paved by money, would opees to their nation's collective psyche.

  Allowing Konoha’s spear to pierce straight through, reag their hearts.

  “Your fht is remarkable,” Muraki Yuta praised sincerely.

  The final obstacle hindering the success of “Konoha: War Ninja” had been removed. Excitement welled within him. Perhaps his name, alongside “War Ninja,” would be etched into the annals of shinobi ema history.

  “So, are you ied in immigrating to Konoha with your film crew and family?”

  “I arrange perma residency permits for you.”

  Gojo Kaigetsu extended an olive branch.

  For a vilge to develop prehensively, fog solely on erd military might wasn't enough.

  There was a signifit talent gap in areas like filmmaking.

  The rger nations and vilges teo uimate the potential of this medium. However, smaller vilges like Yukigakure were already far ahead in the realm of film and television culture.

  “Is that so…”

  A spark of excitement flickered in Muraki Yuta’s eyes.

  Konoha was fantastic.

  No one uood the forts of present-day Konoha better than someone immersed in culture like him.

  During his time there, he had used a small portion of the film budget allocated by Gojo Kaigetsu to indulge in Konoha's pleasures.

  In other vilges, even with mohe extent of enjoyment was limited to purchasing a rger estate and hiring a few attractive servants.

  Further eai options usually involved gambling dens like Tanzaku Quarters, seeking the dopamine rush of games of ce.

  Even that grew tiresome after a while.

  There was also the stant worry of political instability within the vilge, where film producers like him could be treated like fattened pigs, ready fhter.

  But Konoha was different. With money, it aradise.

  There were so many novel experieo be had.

  During the day, one could sample a wide variety of fresh snacks or, if wealthy enough, visit high-end shops exclusive, status-symbol goods.

  At night, one could belt out tu the newly established karaoke parlors in the ercial district, even requesting the pany of “down-on-their-luck fn princesses” with tales of “sick brothers” or “mothers needing tuition.”

  After a night of singing, one could rex with a foot massage and back rub at a spa, purging the day’s accumuted fatigue.

  By the end of the day, o incredibly refreshed, like waking up on New Year’s Day in fresh underwear.

  He had heard that perma residen Konoha required signifit financial iment or possession of special skills.

  Muraki Yuta had initially po apply at the Hokage Tower after pleting “War Ninja.”

  Now, having the iial Gojo Kaigetsu make the offer directly was simply too good to pass up.

  “In that case… on behalf of the entire film crew, thank you, Gojo-sama!” Muraki Yuta bowed deeply, expressing his sincere gratitude.

  “Eh~” Gojo Kaigetsu waved his hand dismissively, a hint of longing in his eyes. “The food at tonight’s celebratory feast smells amazing. It reminds me of the vilge ba we hosted for the Sunagakure delegatioher day. That fvor… was eveer than tonight’s feast. Elder Mitokado mentiohat the ba’s budget was 50,000 ryō per day.”

  “Every bite ure bliss.”

  “Ahahaha…” Muraki Yuta chuckled along, feigning envy.

  ing from a cultural background, he had experienced high-budget meals while filming movies for nobles in other vilges, but 50,000 ryō per day was truly extravagant.

  This was the affluent Konoha!

  He replied, “With Gojo-sama’s capabilities and Konoha’s wealth, you’ll surely have more opportuo enjoy such meals.”

  “Eh, you seem to have misuood me. There’s no telling when fn emissaries will visit Konoha. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if someone could treat me to meals of that caliber for a whole month? Wouldn’t that be something to look forward to?”

  “Huh?”

  Even the slow-witted Muraki Yuta gradually caught on. Gojo-sama wanted… him to cover the cost?!

  Was… was he joking?! He had only embezzled 500,000 ryō from the film budget. C a month's worth of vilge bas would mean coughing up another 1.5 million ryō!

  He instinctively wao refuse, but gng at Gojo Kaigetsu’s thin smile, he swallowed his words.

  He chuckled nervously, scratg his head, his heart ag. “Of course, of course! sider it done. Your meals for the month are on me!”

  Hearing this, Gojo Kaigetsu finally nodded in satisfa. No one could swindle him out of a single ryō!

  This Muraki Yuta was quite perceptive. Otherwise, he might have resorted to less savory methods.

  Havi with this minor matter, his gaze shifted to Kakashi.

  The boy looked utterly drained, his dead fish eyes more vat and listless than ever.

  “Yo, Kakashi, perk up! Tomorrow, you’ll debut as an idol, the official spokesperson of the Will of Fire! You ’t look like you’re half-dead!”

  “Ah… Gojo-sama, I’ll… pull myself together.”

  Kakashi responded weakly.

  Debuting as an idol… He had absolutely no i!

  Half a month of filming had been more exhausting than an S-rank mission. While the pay was good… it wasn’t about the money!

  Given a choice, he’d rather remain hidden in the shadows, serving as ae ANBU operative.

  But it seemed… Gojo-sama had other pns for him.

  As a ninja, all he o do was blindly follow the orders of his superiors…

  “Speaking of which, seeing you so dow’s increase the iy a bit.”

  “?”

  Kakashi asked cautiously, “Did you just say… ‘elbow’? I think that taijutsu style is enough fuy to learn. I ’t do it.”

  Since his discharge from the hospital, Guy had been diligently practig elbow strikes with Gojo Kaigetsu. While he still hadn’t mastered the Evening Elephant, his resiliend elbow teique had noticeably improved.

  At least after each elbow session with Gojo Kaigetsu, he could still drag his battered body to the film set and share his daily elbow training diary with his best friend.

  “Not that kind of iy… Your skinny arms and legs wouldn’t even withstand a single elbow strike from me.”

  Gojo Kaigetsu’s expression darkened. “Have you fotten what I promised you?”

  “What you promised… You mean, a position in the Military Police Force?”

  “Precisely. The Military Police Force is holding open recruitment today. They’re probably at the final stage now. If you don’t hurry, even if the Police Chief wants to give me face, he won’t have an excuse.”

  “Skipping the exams and directly joining the Military Police Force wouldn't be procedurally sound. It might give Elder Mitokado ammunition to attack me.”

  A position!

  The magical word flowed like a warm current into Kakashi’s weary heart, instantly revitalizing him. He sprang up from his chair with renewed ninja-like vigor.

  He coolly adjusted his headband and said in a low voice, “Let’s not dey any further. Let’s go, Gojo-san.”

  …

  …

  As Gojo Kaigetsu had predicted, the Military Police Force recruitment had reached the final interview stage.

  Ten young ninja sat on chairs, eight of them bearing the Uchiha symbol on their backs. The remaining two were indepe ninjas: Yamashiro Aoba and Chiriku.

  Gojo Kaigetsu g them with mild curiosity.

  It seemed the allure of a position in the Military Police Force was quite strong, even drawing Chiriku, the monk who would ter bee one of the Twelve Guardian Ninja, to pete.

  Gojo Kaigetsu strode in casually. “My, my, I’m a bit te.”

  “Here, Kakashi, take a seat.”

  Kakashi: “…”

  He had heard that the Military Police Force sele process was quite plex. It started with an assessment of ideological uanding, followed by an uricted ninjutsu battle to determirength, and finally, this interview to assess character…

  Was it really okay to btantly skip the first two stages?

  Having spent siderable time with Gojo Kaigetsu, Kakashi had developed a thicker skiook a deep breath and sat beside Chiriku.

  Gojo Kaigetsu, as if he owhe pce, stood naturally behind Kakashi. He hadn’t fotten his agreement with Fugaku.

  This act made Fugaku frown.

  He had already named Kakashi and allowed him to ee. Was there a need for further theatrics?

  The eight Uchiha ninja didn’t react to Kakashi’s iion. After all, he had been personally brought in by Gojo-san.

  Respect! Deference!

  Yamashiro Aoba and Chiriku, however, were displeased. They had diligently passed two rounds of testing to reach this stage.

  What right did this guy have? They all cked the Sharingan.

  Even Gojo-san couldn’t interfere with the vilge’s official recruitment process, could he?

  Uchiha Yashiro, seated to Fugaku’s right and serving as the sedary examiner, spoke. “All of you have reached this stage through rigorous sele. Now, demonstrate your abilities once more.”

  Upon hearing this, the eight Uchiha activated their chakra, revealing the tomoe in their eyes.

  Oomoe, two tomoe, three tomoe…

  Yamashiro Aoba summoned crows, while a faint halo of the Thousand-Armed Kannon appeared behind Chiriku.

  Gojo Kaigetsu raised an eyebrow. Not much power, but impressive special effects..

  If Hashirama’s Buddha statue had such dazzling light and shadow effects, it might have disoriented Madara for a moment during the Valley of the End battle, seg a decisive victory.

  Chiriku turned his head, giving Kakashi a pointed look as if to say, "And you? Everyone here is a highly skilled ninja. ecial abilities does the one who walked through the back door possess?"

  Unhurriedly, Kakashi lifted his headband, revealing his oomoe Sharingan as he eled chakra.

  With Gojo-san’s bag, this interview was merely a formality.

  Time to hide his true strength!

  “What?! You too…” Chiriku gasped.

  Was he an Uchiha as well?

  Uchiha Yashiro calmly surveyed the group, his gaze lingering on Kakashi for a moment.

  Those eyes… beloo Obito, the only Sharingan wielded by someoside the Uchiha .

  Yashiro uood and exged a look with Fugaku.

  Those who had reached the interview stage were indeed chosen fairly. But the interview wasn’t solely based on ability.

  Setting aside those with the Sharingan…

  Yamashiro Aoba could summon crows. Good. Crows were sidered a symbol of the Uchiha. He would be accepted.

  As for the monk named Chiriku…

  Kannon was associated with the legendary First Hokage's Buddha statue; that was orike against him. Chiriku was also close friends with the Third Hokage’s son; the Uchiha weren’t that magnanimous. That was strike two. Gojo-san wasn’t standing behind him; that was strike three!

  In clusion…

  Uchiha Yashiro cleared his throat:

  “The successful didates for this Military Police Force recruitment are: Uchiha Akira, Uchiha Jiro… Yamashiro Aoba, and Hatake Kakashi!”

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