"Speaking of which, you separated more than thirty shadow clones at once. Aren't you afraid your head will explode by then?"
Rasa looked at Sasori's shadow clones around, each immersed in their own world, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Sasori's handsome face showed a self-deprecating smile, shaking his head:
"I have modified half of my body into a human puppet, and I am no longer a normal human completely."
"This level of mental fatigue and memory impact is still bearable."
Speaking of this, Sasori looked frantically at a toy airplane sample on the table, murmuring:
"This thing is much better than human puppets. As long as we make it, combined with the missiles you mentioned, the Sand Ninja Village can completely dominate the ninja world!"
Seeing Sasori fall into the state of a research maniac, Rasa shook his head and walked out of the cave.
His decision to control Sasori initially was indeed correct.
With Sasori helping to make those things of his, he could focus his energy on other places.
Half an hour later.
Rain Ninja Village.
Konan looked at the continuous heavy rain outside the window, with a trace of sorrow on her cold and beautiful face.
This was not worrying about the future of the Akatsuki organization and the Rain Ninja Village.
In fact, with the support of Konoha and the Sand Ninja Village for the Prophet, plus Hanzō having been confirmed to have absolutely no possibility of waking up.
The status of the Akatsuki organization had long been extremely stable.
And as the status became more and more stable, the Prophet also made various reforms to the Rain Ninja Village.
All the hidden dangers left by Hanzō in the later period, openly or secretly, were slowly cleaned up and improved in a gentle but firm way.
The entire Rain Ninja Village gradually became the Akatsuki organization's Rain Ninja Village.
As for the Rain Ninja Village, after a period of time, when the private aid from Konoha and the Sand Ninja Village arrived, it would only be better.
Although Konan was not worried about the Akatsuki organization and the Rain Ninja Village.
But seeing Konan's expression, the Rain ninjas passing by invariably thought Konan was thinking about the future of the Rain Ninja Village.
They looked at Konan's back admiringly, then walked quickly, seeming not to want to disturb Konan.
Whenever hearing the Rain ninjas passing behind her quickening their pace, a trace of imperceptible guilt always appeared on Konan's cold face.
She was embarrassed to tell the truth to these Rain ninjas.
She was not worrying about the future of Rain ninjas, but missing a certain man.
Yes, she stood on the highest tower of the Rain Ninja Village every day looking out the window for several hours, just missing a certain man.
Obviously only met that man once, and the conversation time was less than twenty minutes.
But inexplicably falling in love with that man, even Konan herself felt incredible.
But every time she thought about it carefully, she felt very reasonable, as if falling in love with the man she only met once was the most normal thing.
Konan, who became an orphan since childhood and tasted the warmth and coldness of human feelings, experienced the pain of lovesickness for the first time.
In fact, because of the alliance with the Sand Ninja Village and Konoha, there were also more tasks related to the Land of Wind in the village commissions.
Konan could have taken these not very high-level tasks and gone to the Land of Wind to see that person.
But she wasn't ready to confess everything to the Prophet, so she could only endure silently.
In a certain floor of the high tower.
The Prophet threw the processed document in her hand aside casually.
Suddenly, her purple eyes flickered a few times, and a magnetic pleasant voice came from under her mask.
"You all go out."
Tens of seconds later, feeling that there was no one else in the office except herself.
The Prophet took off the black robe covering her head, and a head of brilliant purple long hair appeared in the room instantly.
She shook her purple long hair and said calmly:
"Since you are here, why not come out and meet?"
As the Prophet's voice fell, a vortex-like fluctuation began to appear in front of her desk.
Looking at this vortex-like ripple, a trace of nostalgia and emotion flashed in the Prophet's eyes.
Before long, a black-haired young man looking in his early twenties walked out of the vortex-like fluctuation.
Rasa looked with interest at the Prophet, although her body was covered by a wide black robe.
But he could still see the hot figure from the wide black robe.
He showed a gentle standard smile on his face and said softly:
"Are you the Prophet of the Akatsuki organization?"
"Heard you can foresee the future?"
The Prophet shook her head, a pleasant voice coming from the mask:
"Since you read that letter, you should have come to a conclusion."
"Of course I am not a prophet."
"Except for the priestess of the Land of Demons who can intermittently predict some vague future, and that old toad, there is no other existence in this ninja world that can foresee the future."
Rasa raised his eyebrows. Although he vaguely guessed the true identity of this so-called Prophet.
But didn't expect she didn't play riddles, but spoke these things frankly.
The Prophet saw the man in front of her opening his mouth slightly. She seemed to know what this man wanted to say and interrupted immediately:
"Yes, my identity and everything I do are indeed exactly as you guessed in your heart."
"But as for who I really am, you will know in half a year."
The formulaic smile on Rasa's face disappeared, replaced by a kinder smile.
"Sure enough, just as I imagined."
"Then in this half year, is there anything I need to pay attention to?"
The Prophet tilted her head with full girlishness. Even if she was wearing a mask at this time, she was still full of charm.
"Things to pay attention to, let me think."
A few seconds later, she clapped her hands wearing leather gloves, the clasped palms making a somewhat dull sound.
"The eldest son of the Daimyo of the Land of Fire will have an accident in the next few days."
"As for the Daimyo, a few days after the death of his eldest son, he will accidentally fall into the water due to grief and indignation, unfortunately dying."
"The new Daimyo will be succeeded by the Daimyo's third son, whom nobody cared about originally. The funding support from the Land of Fire to Konoha will also reach the highest in history again."
Rasa frowned slightly. This was not good news.
He probed:
"Konoha did this behind the scenes?"
The Prophet nodded elegantly without speaking, as if silently telling something.
Seeing this, Rasa frowned deeper.
When did Konoha have the guts to do such a thing?
If exposed, Konoha would immediately be condemned by thousands of people and become the public enemy of the ninja world.
As a firm dove, the Third Hokage was unlikely to do such a risky thing.
Obviously in the original work, when the Daimyo of the Land of Fire created the Guardian Twelve Ninja, Konoha didn't make any move.
In the end, Rasa could only attribute this to the butterfly effect brought by himself.
He continued to ask:
"What else?"
The Prophet's eyes clearly showed a smile, seeming to like Rasa's frowning and thinking expression just now very much.
She extended the index finger of her left hand wearing a leather glove, tapping gently on the iron mask on her face, making a crisp sound.
"Five days later, a group of wandering ninjas will break into the Daimyo's Mansion of the Land of Earth, killing the Daimyo of the Land of Earth and his dozen adult children and grandchildren who are in a meeting."
"Leaving only the Daimyo's underage eldest grandson of a concubine. Upon hearing this, Onoki personally chased and killed the group of wandering ninjas, bringing back their heads with his own hands."
"The newly succeeded eldest grandson of a concubine, moved to tears because of this, agreed to several proposals of the Stone Ninja Village previously rejected by his grandfather, and also vigorously aided the Stone Ninja Village."
The corner of Rasa's mouth twitched slightly.
A group of wandering ninjas rushed into the Daimyo's Mansion, killing the Daimyo and his dozen adult children and grandchildren in a meeting.
Onoki, you really can imagine.
But this kind of thing, with Onoki's personality, if really pushed to the limit, he might really be able to do it.
After the two chatted for another ten minutes.
Just when Rasa wanted to form a certain seal with his hands.
The Prophet suddenly thought of something and laughed out loud:
"By the way, build your bomb factories further away."
"Fifty miles away from the village is not enough. At least build them two hundred miles away to be truly safe and not disturb the residents."
"And didn't you plan to expand the area of the village several times in a few years? It's more convenient to build these factories two hundred miles away."
Rasa nodded, forming seals quickly with his hands.
Immediately afterwards, his whole person turned into a puff of smoke with a bang.
Yes, the Rasa appearing in the Rain Ninja Village was just a shadow clone.
His main body was still having a meeting in the Sand Ninja Village.
Looking at Rasa disappearing into a puff of smoke, the Prophet sighed lightly.
Sand Ninja Village.
Rasa, who was in the meeting, paused suddenly, then blinked and said abruptly:
"No. I just thought about it. Building these factories fifty miles away from the village is still very unsafe."
"Choose a suitable area two hundred miles away from the village to build again."
Hearing this, everyone looked at each other and nodded invariably.
Anyway, they were not responsible for these things.
A middle-aged man nodded distressingly. He was responsible for these things.
Originally thought it was a relatively easy job. After all, any place fifty miles outside the village was very suitable for building a factory.
But suddenly becoming two hundred miles away, it would take some effort.
Thinking of this, he asked hesitantly:
"Lord Kazekage, what about the accommodation problem of workers?"
"A distance of two hundred miles, even at the average speed of Chunin, would take several hours to run..."
Rasa had already considered this problem. He waved his hand:
"Build some residential houses around the factory first for emergency. And at that time, most workers will be served by outsiders."
The middle-aged ninja nodded silently and said no more.
Rasa smiled and continued:
"Regarding the proposal of recruiting refugees into the Sand Ninja Village, what are your opinions?"
Although the Third Ninja World War ended in only half a month.
But the damage caused was not much less.
Many Rock ninjas and Cloud ninjas who survived and were scared out of their wits by Swifts lost the will to fight against Swifts.
Choosing to defect in the battlefield invariably.
Therefore, the number of ninjas defecting in the Third Ninja World War was more than a dozen times more than in the original work.
After these ninjas defected, most of them degenerated step by step to the extent of robbing houses and occupying mountains as kings.
Therefore, in the surrounding small countries, there were quite a few civilians whose families were broken and displaced.
But the Stone and Cloud villages suffering heavy losses would definitely recruit these refugees after reacting.
Rasa must act first to further strengthen the Sand Ninja Village.
...
At the same time.
Stone Ninja Village.
"Actually disagreed? What short-sightedness!"
Onoki looked at the letter in his hand, looked at the front and back a few times again, confirming nothing was missed.
He tore up the letter indignantly.
The Daimyo of the Land of Earth actually disagreed with his proposal to build stone towers throughout the country.
And also refused his request for aid.
Without the aid support of the Land of Earth.
Just relying on the income of the Stone Ninja Village itself, deducting the annual compensation to Konoha and the pensions for fallen ninjas.
The remaining money, let alone expanding the army, even restoring the number of ninjas before the war was simply unrealistic!
Onoki collapsed on the chair breathing rapidly, looking blankly ahead.
Although Onoki also knew.
If looking from the standpoint of the Daimyo of the Land of Earth, his approach was also normal.
After all, as a Daimyo of a lineage of a hundred generations, even if the Stone Ninja Village was finished.
As secular nobles, their own status was very likely not to be affected, and they could completely support other small ninja villages.
There was not only the Stone Ninja Village in the territory of the Land of Earth.
But even so, Onoki was still filled with righteous indignation.
After all, as the Tsuchikage, his standpoint was completely different from the Daimyo.
Without the Daimyo's support, his plan couldn't be implemented at all.
Could it be that he had to recover at a turtle's speed leisurely, restoring the number of ninjas before the war only after more than ten years?
Various defensive measures also had the financial resources to start implementation after more than ten years.
Then beaten by the Sand Ninja Village without the power to fight back?
"Knock knock, Father, those craftsmen have arrived."
Suddenly, a knock on the door came, along with Kitsuchi's voice.
Onoki immediately controlled the expression on his face, sat up straight, and said majestically:
"Come in."
The fat and tall Kitsuchi pushed the door open first and walked in.
Behind him, dozens of men dressed ordinarily, even with dirty faces, walked in.
These men of different ages walked into the Tsuchikage's office timidly.
They just looked up at the Tsuchikage, then immediately lowered their heads looking at their toes, obviously not ninjas.
Looking at these dozens of timid men, the Tsuchikage showed a kind smile on his face, trying to make his voice gentler.
"You are all skilled craftsmen in the mouths of ordinary people."
"I gathered you all here because there is something for you to do."
The craftsmen fell silent. Finally, an older man standing in the middle of the crowd said cautiously:
"Lord Tsuchikage, you also know that the weapons we create don't play much role against ninjas..."
Onoki tried hard to suppress the anger provoked in his heart because of the Daimyo's matter, trying to be calm:
"Of course I know."
"But what I ask you to make is not ordinary weapons at all."
"I want you to design a crossbow with an effective range of three thousand meters, no, at least five thousand meters!"
Hearing Onoki's words, everyone was dumbfounded.
The normal effective range of crossbows in the ninja world was about two hundred meters.
Those particularly excellent crossbows had an effective range of only about three hundred meters.
This suddenly requiring an effective range of five thousand meters, how could they make it?
You know, the naked eye of ordinary people might not be able to observe a distance of five thousand meters.
Everyone began to whisper. Finally, it was the old man who stood up.
He wiped the cold sweat from his face, wrinkles on his forehead wrinkled into a ball, saying embarrassedly:
"Lord Tsuchikage, this is simply impossible to make..."
Onoki shook his head and said calmly:
"You enlarge the crossbow several times, a dozen times, and then make some improvements. Can't it be made?"
The old man looked at the Third Tsuchikage who was about the same age as him in surprise. His turbid eyes flickered a few times. After hesitating for a while, he gritted his teeth:
"But after the crossbow size expands a dozen times, the required force will also expand at least twenty times, and there will be other corresponding problems."
Onoki stood directly on the chair, looking down coldly:
"If one person's strength is not enough, then design it for several people to pull at the same time."
"As for other problems, aren't you responsible for solving them?"
"As long as meeting the effective distance I need, and being able to perform operations such as turning around, it doesn't matter if the crossbow becomes bigger and clumsier."
"Next, please stay in the Stone Ninja Village temporarily. As for your food, clothing, housing, and transportation, the Stone Ninja Village will arrange with the best treatment."
"If lacking anything, just tell the ninjas following around, and I will find a way to solve it."
"As long as you make the crossbow I want within a year, each of you can make a wish!"
Seeing the Tsuchikage say so.
Everyone could only nod helplessly and walk out the door with a heavy heart.
Although the Tsuchikage drew so many cakes, they had to be able to eat them first.
In case they didn't make the crossbow he required, what their fate would be at that time was imaginable.
Seeing everyone walk out.
Kitsuchi was silent for a while, slowly saying:
"Father, our available funds are not much."
"And after making this kind of crossbow, can it really effectively deal with the Sand Ninja Village's Swifts?"
Onoki was also silent for a while, with a helpless expression on his face, sighing:
"Have to think of a way. Better than doing nothing."
Speaking of this, Onoki gritted his teeth, coldness and determination appearing on his face.
"As for the funding problem, come here..."
After Kitsuchi came over.
The Third Tsuchikage looked around, vigilantly pulled up Kitsuchi's hand, and began to write on his palm.
Watching the words written quickly by his father on his palm one by one, Kitsuchi opened his eyes involuntarily, revealing a trace of fear and hesitation in his eyes.
A few minutes later.
Onoki released Kitsuchi's hand, looked up at him, and said softly:
"Scared?"
Kitsuchi didn't speak, just full of tangles on his face.
He lowered his voice:
"Father, isn't this risk too big... In case..."
The Third Tsuchikage suddenly floated two meters off the ground, patted his son's thick shoulder gently, his face full of emotion:
"Unknowingly, you have grown so big."
"I know your concerns, but if not taking risks to do this, where do we get the funds to restore the number of ninjas? Where do we get the funds to support those craftsmen to research crossbows?"
"Where do we get the funds to issue pensions for the fallen and compensation for those retired due to serious injuries?"
Hearing his father's words, Kitsuchi clenched his fists tightly, finally retreated a few steps, knelt on both knees and said:
"Strictly obey the Tsuchikage's order!"
The Third Tsuchikage nodded with satisfaction, floated quickly to the ground, helped up his son, and said gently rarely:
"Go."
"Remember to follow what I said, be cautious in everything, it doesn't matter even if it's slower."
"Yes, Father!"
Looking at his son's back walking out, Onoki's eyes were full of gratification, finally he sighed helplessly.
His son Kitsuchi was an excellent ninja with responsibility and strength.
Generous, not lacking decisiveness at critical moments, and extremely high prestige in the village.
Unfortunately, without the ability to comprehend Particle Style, the upper limit was placed there, and the personality was too steady.
If he became Tsuchikage, in Onoki's view, he could only barely keep what was achieved.
His disciple Deidara, whom he once placed high hopes on, completely lost the possibility of becoming a ninja because of that incident a month ago, and could only live as an ordinary person.
Rock ninjas emphasizing the whole excessively and ignoring individuals.
Rarely gave birth to strategist-type talents good at using brains. Rock ninjas who were both civil and military and possessed leadership potential were too few.
Even himself, in many cases, was irritable and didn't want to use his brain much.
But fortunately in misfortune, his granddaughter Kurotsuchi seemed to be stimulated by the incident a month ago.
Actually changed her previous playful personality and began to study ninjutsu seriously. In terms of cultivation, she was also several times harder than before.
Going on like this, the possibility of her learning Particle Style more than ten years later was very high.
Perhaps the future of the Stone Ninja Village relied on his granddaughter.
...
"Great, the Daimyo agreed to our proposal."
Raikage's office.
Killer B looked at the letter in his hand and said with relief.
Not far away, Yugito Nii heard this, a smile appearing on her fair face:
"In this way, our pressure is much less, and we can rest assured to expand the enrollment number of the Ninja Academy."
Killer B nodded and shook his head again.
"Restoring the number of ninjas before the war is important, but there are more important things."
He opened his mouth slightly, just wanted to continue saying something, suddenly a knock on the door came.
"Lord Killer B, those craftsmen have arrived."
Hearing the ninja voice outside the door, Killer B frowned slightly.
Since he decided to abandon the convention of previous generations of Raikage and continue to use his original name instead of changing it to A.
Most ninjas in the village had opinions on him and no longer called him Raikage, just calling his name.
Thinking of this, Killer B shook his head and sighed lightly:
"Let them in."
The other four major ninja villages invariably began to carry out plans to guard against Swifts.
However, the Fourth Mizukage Yagura of the Mist Ninja Village just symbolically started to build some high towers for early warning.
Other than that, no other prevention plans were proposed.