Hope Village's location was set in a jungle about 70 miles away from Kirigakure.
This ensured independence while making communication easy.
Terumi Mei asked Linto if he wanted to send people to do the first round of clearing work, to build the houses and village first.
Linto thought about it and refused.
"It's not time yet."
There were only about thirty survivors in Hope Village. Building a village with so few people would be too small, and besides...
"I have a new idea," Linto said.
"A new idea?"
Terumi Mei tilted her head slightly, then looked down, took the Mizukage seal from her chest, and tossed it over.
"If you want to do something, stamp it yourself and give the order. Everyone will cooperate."
Linto returned the seal, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"No need. I just want to find a place with good transportation in Kirigakure and build an open-air night school."
"Teach what?" Terumi Mei asked.
"Teach..."
Linto thought for a moment and said, "We'll teach whatever people need."
...
Linto's requirements for the school were very low.
Just an open space.
A platform, a blackboard, a few dozen chairs, plus a lamp for lighting at night would be enough.
The location was eventually decided on the open space where Linto had killed the Daimyo.
He didn't require anyone to come to the classes. The first group of students was just the thirty or so people from Hope Village.
Amber and the others each held a small notebook, looking very focused.
Outside, a group of Kirigakure villagers, ninjas, and guests who had attended the celebration banquet a few days ago and hadn't left yet gathered around after finishing dinner and taking a walk.
They were curious to hear what shocking things this man who had changed the situation in Kirigakure would say.
But after listening for four or five days in a row, many people's faces gradually became blank.
It wasn't because the courses were too shocking.
It was because they were too simple.
From the ideas for using farm tools and other tools, to some basic physics and chemistry principles, and math calculations.
The only thing that could be considered interesting was the real history of the ninja world.
But the spies from the other ninja villages also knew all of that clearly, so there was no need to come and listen.
After listening for a few days, the spies felt like they were wasting time, so they left one after another. On the other hand, more and more ordinary people gathered.
They liked hearing the stories of the ninja world, and the theoretical knowledge Linto talked about could help them live better lives.
Linto occasionally mentioned his thoughts on the Daimyo, the world, and politics, which made many people's eyes light up.
They didn't understand everything, but that didn't stop them from using what they heard as conversation topics to brag to their friends and family.
As the days went by, more and more ordinary people gathered outside, and fewer and fewer ninjas came.
Only Samui came on time every day, and she had already filled a thick notebook with notes.
As a Jonin from Kumogakure, Samui had a broader perspective than the basic intelligence spies. This notebook in her hand...was really scary.
Every word in it, every area mentioned, was something that the ninja world took for granted and thought was normal, but had many hidden dangers.
As long as she took it back and allocated a small portion of the military spending, she could greatly increase the production capacity of Kumogakure, no, the Land of Thunder.
What was even more terrifying was that these complex ideas and ways of thinking, when explained by Linto, could be understood by a housewife or a ramen chef.
What kind of vision and understanding beyond the times was this?
"You're simply not like someone from this world. You're more like a 'god' from another world, descending with mature knowledge and ideas."
Linto smiled when he heard Samui's evaluation of him and noticed her backpack:
"Are you leaving?"
"Yes, although I really want to stay longer, the village still needs me. Before I leave, I want to ask you a question."
"Go ahead."
Samui looked at the desk and blackboard: "What's the benefit of doing this for you?"
"Benefit..."
Linto looked at the villagers who had just finished the class and were walking away:
"I didn't want any benefits at first, but now it seems that they are the biggest benefit for me."
[The world has shifted slightly, gaining 1 soul fragment.]
[The world has shifted slightly, gaining 0.5 soul fragments.]
[The world has shifted slightly, gaining 0.8 soul fragments.]
Similar messages had been popping up constantly since Linto started teaching, no, since Linto gave the notebook to Konan.
When Konan took the notebook, Linto received 300 soul essences at once.
After the school was established, he could earn 5-10 soul essences every day.
And this was only in Kirigakure, which hadn't been popularized yet, with people voluntarily attending classes.
If Linto's ideas spread outward and dominated the ninja world, even becoming a required course in every ninja school...
How many soul fragments could he get in a day?
100?
500?
1000?
Killing Yagura only gave him a little over 1000 soul fragments.
It seemed like a lot, but how many Yaguras were there in the world?
If he only relied on fighting and killing, plus the system's unreliable nature, Linto could work his whole life and not even get a few substitutes, let alone max level and evolve.
Shifting the world was the best way to achieve soul fragment freedom.
On the one hand, it was to improve productivity and gradually change people's thinking, planting the seeds of "awakened will" to help Linto overthrow this terrible ninja world.
On the other hand, it was to directly improve personal combat power.
Linto looked at Samui, especially when he saw the thick notebook in her hand, and was filled with happiness.
He was just waiting for her to go back and spread this knowledge.
The teacher of the past: You study for me?
The Linto of now: That's right, you study for me.
Samui quietly watched the man in front of her, following his gaze to see the villagers leaving with smiles.
She misunderstood Linto's meaning—
"Are the smiles of others the biggest benefit for you?"
Thinking of this, Samui, who was always cold and rational, pursed her lips, raised the corners of her mouth, and tried her best to show a bright smile.
But she found that Linto's expression became even stranger.
"I'm sorry, I'm not very good at...smiling."
Linto waved his hand: "Then go back and practice. Show me next time we meet."
Next time we meet...those simple words added a bit of anticipation to the farewell.
Samui nodded slightly and bowed again.
The light was still too bright, making Linto unable to open his eyes.
Samui left, setting foot on the road back, her figure gradually disappearing into the mist.
"Reluctant to see her go?"
Zabuza's voice sounded from behind.
Linto didn't turn around, tidying up the documents on the table and saying:
"Of course I'll be a little reluctant when an acquaintance I've been with for a while leaves."
Zabuza nodded, walked over, pulled up a chair and sat down. His usually straightforward and arrogant face now had a hint of hesitation and confusion.
"What's wrong?"
Linto asked, "You look like you've seen a ghost in the middle of the night."
"People from the Daimyo have come, but..."
"Something's not right."
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