The Black-Hearted Capitalist

"It's alright, it's alright. Little girl from the Hyuga Clan, don't overthink it. Go back. I'll have a good talk with this old stubborn fool later."

"Thank you, Great Elder!"

"Big brother!" Uchiha Sekizawa looked at the departing figure and then at the Great Elder beside him, confused. "Why did you let her leave? We should have just taken care of things while we had the chance."

"You're being foolish, utterly foolish!" Uchiha Sekigen sighed, patting Uchiha Sekizawa's shoulder. "Do you think forcing things will work? Fuyou has money! And Fuyou has already been expelled from the Uchiha Clan!"

"But!"

"No 'buts,' it's settled!" Uchiha Sekigen shook his head, his cloudy eyes filled with a hint of melancholy. He looked up and said earnestly, "Do you know how many clans are involved here? Sekizawa! We're old, not young anymore, and prone to making mistakes. Listen to your big brother's advice. The waters here are too deep; you can't handle it! Big brother will take care of it! You shouldn't get involved in this mess."

With a long, drawn-out sigh, he patted Sekizawa's shoulder again. Then, without another word, he shook his head, mumbling to himself, and walked away, leaning on his cane with a pensive expression.

It seems like there are too many new recruits today, so the teams need to be rearranged. Therefore, we're taking a day off.

This Uchiha Fuyou is really something!

If you're going to do something, do it properly. What kind of people did he assign?

He can't even manage this small group!

And he didn't even find a decent place. It's all rocks and the path is difficult to navigate. What was he thinking?

It's truly embarrassing!

Uchiha Sekigen frowned and muttered, "When he gets back, I'll have to give him a good talking-to!"

As for Uchiha Sekizawa... he silently watched his big brother's retreating back, feeling how hunched over and helpless he seemed.

Big brother...

He's still the same as always, silently protecting the Uchiha from the shadows.

"The waters are too deep?"

If even big brother says that, it must be a truly troublesome matter. No wonder big brother has been so busy and tired these past few days!

Waking up early and returning late every day, only to collapse into sleep the moment he gets back, exhausted.

It's truly heartbreaking...

But since big brother has said so, how can he disobey?

However, Uchiha Sekizawa secretly vowed, his cloudy eyes gazing in the direction his big brother had left, "It seems I'll have to have a good talk with that Uchiha Fuyou!"

He's simply... a disgrace to the Uchiha Clan!

"Achoo!"

Uchiha Fuyou rubbed his nose, frowning slightly.

Has he caught a cold after several days of rain?

Managing the Land of Rain is essential, after all, as it connects to multiple countries, including three major ones.

If the Land of Rain can be opened up and peace is achieved, it will undoubtedly become a commercial center, bringing him substantial profits.

Moreover, this place can be considered his secret base. If Itachi truly doesn't become a prodigal son, they'll have to find a new place for the Uchiha Clan.

So.

He wondered how the [Youthful Prodigal Son Money Corrosion Plan] was progressing.

However, Fuyou estimated that it wasn't going very well.

After all.

There are too few temptations in the village at this stage.

As a young master of the Uchiha Clan, he doesn't worry about food or clothing. At most, he spends a little money on a cup of milk tea or a bowl of Ichiraku Ramen, and there's nothing else he needs to spend money on. It's not like Kakashi in the future... who even cultivated a hobby.

Therefore, he'll need to come up with some temptations for the children later.

He'll give them money now, and then... he'll earn the money back later!

At the same time, during this period, he has also had the Land of Rain produce kunai and shuriken, make explosive tags, and conduct some... research.

For example, research into various Bloodline Limits.

Of course, he is currently researching the Uchiha Clan's Bloodline Limit.

Intense emotional fluctuations can generate an evil chakra that awakens the Uchiha Clan's Bloodline Limit and promotes the evolution of the Uchiha Clan's Sharingan.

This is the research result of the Second Hokage.

So, what is this evil chakra?

Does only evil chakra truly promote the evolution of the Sharingan?

Why doesn't he just kill his big brother to prevent family tragedies from repeating?

He had originally considered collaborating with Orochimaru, but Orochimaru is now a Konoha idol and one of the Sannin. If a seemingly ordinary merchant like himself were to collaborate with him on researching Uchiha Bloodline Limits, it's likely that not only Danzo would be suspicious, but even the Uchiha Clan would question his intentions.

So, after thinking it over, he decided against it. He'll just arrange for people to research it secretly on his end.

Uchiha Fuyou pondered for a moment.

At this moment.

Several figures ran over.

"Brother Fuyou!" Yahiko, with orange hair leading the way and a confident, sunny smile like Minato's, was particularly happy to see Fuyou. "We were all so happy when we heard you were coming last time!"

"Thank you for your trouble," Fuyou nodded with a smile. "It looks like your business is very successful!"

"It's all thanks to Brother Fuyou's guidance," Yahiko said cheerfully.

If it weren't for Brother Fuyou, the three of them would still be holed up in a cave, not having so many people to help them.

"This is all your own achievement," Uchiha Fuyou recalled his strategy for managing the Land of Rain.

He hadn't expected to arrive so early. The three little ones of the Land of Rain had only just gathered a few brats, living day by day, and hadn't yet established the Akatsuki Organization.

So, he stepped in.

Providing funds, guidance, and assistance.

"Build high walls, gather provisions, and delay claiming kingship." Don't worry about that so-called God of Shinobi; just lie low and develop slowly.

It seemed to be going well now.

As if remembering something, Uchiha Fuyou added, "Right, what about that Demigod of the Ninja World? Has he made a move?"

"We followed Brother Fuyou's advice and didn't interfere with his territory, only occupying the areas he abandoned," Yahiko said with a smile. "At the same time, we've taken in all the refugees from the Land of Rain! Just as Brother Fuyou said, we're currently recuperating and developing, so that guy hasn't bothered us."

"Good!" Uchiha Fuyou patted Yahiko's shoulder with satisfaction and said earnestly, "But you still need to be careful. That guy... never mind, I'll see if I can solve it with [money] later. We'll just keep an eye on him and ignore him for now!"

Since growing old, the Demigod of the Ninja World, Hanzo of the Salamander, had also fallen into a life of pleasure and merely prolonging his existence, lacking any of the demigod's dominance. Otherwise, he wouldn't have followed Danzo's plan later, lost faith in his own strength, and collaborated with the old schemer on other conspiracies and schemes.

So, if Danzo couldn't get out... perhaps it was feasible?

Money power was something he was good at.

He looked at the red-haired woman beside him, who had a gentle smile and seemed like an older sister, nodding at Kushina Uzumaki. After she returned a modest smile, he turned his gaze to the purple-haired young girl next to her. "How are the Explosive Tags, Kunai, and Shuriken you were tasked to produce? I plan to take some back when we leave."

Weapons were the most sought-after during wartime; he wondered if he could make a profit.

As for anything else.

He'd think about it later.

However.

Konan, still a young girl, nodded. "Since Brother Fuyou mentioned it, we've all been working hard to produce them. We've stockpiled some now, about... ten thousand Explosive Tags, and more Kunai and Shuriken, around twenty thousand of each!"

Upon hearing this.

Uchiha Fuyou pondered for a moment, shaking his head with emotion. "Still not enough!"

With such a small amount of firepower, he felt a little uneasy.

However.

Konan looked at Fuyou in front of her speechlessly.

Ten thousand Explosive Tags... that was already a lot. Not enough? Was he expecting to use hundreds of millions?

What shinobi would throw hundreds of millions of Explosive Tags?

Did they have a mine at home?

Even throwing a hundred at once would be heartbreaking.

With a tone of helplessness, she said, "We've done our best. Everyone started working before dawn and didn't go back to rest until very late."

"How can you sleep at this age?"

"???"

"Oh, it's nothing," Uchiha Fuyou shook his head, his eyes filled with reminiscence, and he sighed with emotion, tilting his head at a forty-five-degree angle, his voice filled with a sense of hardship. "Konan~"

"What is it, Brother Fuyou?"

"Have you seen the scenery of the Ninja World at four in the morning?"

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