Phi-Fic Chapter 115 The Young Clan Chief Doesn't Know the Importance of the Matter
Chapter 115 The Young Clan Chief Doesn't Know the Importance of the Matter
Aburame Shisei had some ninjas carry a large cart of money and start wandering around from remote villages. Of course, he didn't directly give them money; he just wanted them to see it.
All they advertised was one thing: recruitment. Yes, the Land of Waterfall was recruiting, providing housing, assigning jobs, and offering a fixed monthly wage.
Moreover, if you do a good job, you'll receive a pension in your old age, and it might even be hereditary. Yes, the key word is "hereditary."
Since land can be inherited, how can we get them to give up the land that they can cultivate for generations if they can't get jobs?
As for whether things will change in the future, that's a matter for the future; at least for now, everything is fine.
In addition, Shisei Aburame also sent some officials and ninjas from the Land of Waterfall to "give firsthand accounts"—there is free education for children, plenty of job opportunities, and large tracts of wasteland waiting to be developed; of course, there are also days when one can survive without land.
The people in the remote mountainous areas of the Land of Grass, who toiled in the fields all day long, had never seen anything like this. They didn't believe it was a lie; they believed it was the truth. Besides, what could they possibly be fooled into that would make the officials of the Land of Waterfall and so many ninjas go to such lengths to deceive them?
The words were simple, like seeds falling into a parched heart. Job openings—this is the best news in the world, this is a blessing.
They felt they had inexhaustible energy and couldn't wait to contribute to the Land of Waterfall, even if it meant working 12 hours a day.
Those who believed, along with their families and bundles, jumped onto the departing carriages. The more people left, the more panicked those left behind became. Grain was taken away, neighbors disappeared, and the village gradually fell silent. In the end, most people could only move with the flow of people.
Of course, there were always elderly people who were determined to stay, sitting on the threshold, watching the departing convoy, their eyes cloudy yet calm.
These elderly people are both wise and not wise; even with all the dazzling opportunities out there, they still choose to remain conservative.
Especially as they get older, they are unwilling to leave their land to gamble on a future that may or may not be real.
Aburame Shisei respected their choice, but whispered to the assistant ninja beside him, "These places I drew will soon become war zones... Divide up the fertile areas as soon as possible and turn them into commodities."
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On the other side, in contrast to the hustle and bustle of the Land of Grass, the Hidden Leaf Village was immersed in silence.
The Hyuga clan's settlement was adorned with white banners.
Inside the mourning hall, the Hyuga brothers, Hiashi and Hizashi, knelt before the coffin, their foreheads covered with white cloths, their tears still wet.
The tribespeople stood silently, many still looking confused and angry.
Because in their minds, this mission was supposed to be a chance to reap the rewards without lifting a finger.
The clan leader went to the Land of Grass, but his true purpose was not to carry out a mission at all.
Instead, he was there to help the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, to counterbalance the Uchiha clan, and his initiative in going there was merely to curry favor with the Third Hokage.
This was originally the first olive branch extended by the Hyuga clan leader after the clan had distanced itself from the power center of Konoha, despite opposition from many others. If the matter succeeded, even if the Hyuga clan could not escape its predicament, it could still inject some new vitality into this corrupt system.
Who would have thought that the gesture of goodwill would turn into a funeral?
Before the Hyuga clan could even begin its open policy, without the old fogies putting in any effort themselves, it was slapped back to its original state by external forces, and even started to develop in a more corrupt and backward direction.
At the funeral, Fugaku Uchiha remained silent throughout. Only a very few people knew that he had awakened the Mangekyou Sharingan—but even so, he still couldn't reverse the tide of battle.
Halfway through the funeral, the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, came to offer his condolences.
That day, he wore civilian clothes for the first time, looking like a hunched old man, pitiful and pathetic.
He came to the altar, bowed three times, and placed the white flowers in his hand on the coffin.
At this moment, he was surrounded by pairs of Byakugan eyes staring directly at him, their gazes even carrying a hint of hatred. Not only him, but even Uchiha Fugaku, who was standing next to him, was being stared at by these Byakugan eyes.
Although the fault did not lie with them, they knew that at this moment they were hated by the Hyuga clan.
Hiruzen Sarutobi lowered his head, showing no resentment or regret, and even acknowledging his mistake. His mourning here was not hypocritical, but carried a genuine heaviness.
After the ceremony, Hyuga Hiashi succeeded as clan head before the spirit tablet.
He stood before his father's coffin, his gaze fixed on the assembled Hyuga clan members. "Today, I, Hyuga Hiashi, will inherit my father's will and assume the position of clan head. My future is singular; from now on, my will will be the clan's will. Beyond that, I will exact revenge on Kusagakure. No matter how things change, Kusagakure will always be our enemy. There will be no reconciliation, no compromise, until one side is utterly destroyed. Furthermore, I will reclaim my father's eyes!"
"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"
All the Hyuga clan members raised their arms and shouted, while Hiruzen Sarutobi stood amidst the shouts, feeling extremely awkward.
Because no matter what, he is inextricably linked to the current situation.
With the burial of Hyuga Tennin, both the funeral and the succession ceremony came to an end.
Before leaving, Hiruzen Sarutobi said to Hiashi Hyuga in the side hall, "Alas, in the end, I have failed the Hyuga clan! Whatever your needs, the village will do its best to meet them."
The current head of the Hyuga clan, Hiashi Hyuga, was in the prime of his youth, just turned sixteen, an age of youthful impulsiveness. He raised his eyes, his Byakugan staring directly at Hiruzen Sarutobi, and said, "Desiring everything? Can the Hyuga clan even produce a Hokage?"
The air froze. Hiruzen Sarutobi's embarrassment was hard to hide. He wanted to say something, but found himself unable to open his mouth. In the end, he could only say, "Who becomes Hokage is not decided by me, nor by the various ninja clans. Rather, to become a ninja, one must be recognized by the people, by all the people of Konoha, and, to put it more broadly, by all the people of the Land of Fire."
"Heh! It was just a joke." Hiashi Hyuga used a wry smile to hide the sarcasm in his eyes.
He said, "I didn't mean that... I just want to change the clan. Both the main family and the branch family are too arrogant. The future will inevitably belong to commoner ninjas, and ninja clans will only be suppressed behind the scenes, never in the public eye."
"You can't say that. Konoha belongs to everyone."
Hiruzen Sarutobi spoke vaguely, looking at him with an expression that said, "You're still too young to understand."
"It was the ninja clans that founded Konoha. Although we have worked hard to cultivate the common people, we have always remembered the First Hokage's original intention: to make everyone's life better. As the saying goes, where leaves dance, fire also rises..."