The Ninja Society was a superhuman society, and in essence, a society ruled by the strong—a society of absolute power.
Under this social model, brutal involution and selection would inevitably produce an absolute powerhouse who dominated and ruled over everything, standing at the pinnacle of all living beings.
At this point, if this powerhouse still wanted to be a person, the lives of everyone at the bottom beneath them would be at least a little easier.
But if they didn't want to be a person—
Then any horrific, inhuman tragedy could happen. The so-called people would be nothing more than piglets waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping board.
And the most tragic thing of all was that no one could resist them.
You could talk to them about love and peace, but it was useless. They would only knock you flat with a single punch.
Without the strength to match them, everything you said was empty talk.
More feudal than feudalism itself was this: even if someone could overthrow the powerhouse, it would only be another familiar cycle. History would repeat itself endlessly, the hero who slew the dragon would eventually become a dragon, and society as a whole would remain stuck in place, halted by the obstruction of absolute power.
It was like the Human Emperor ruling throughout the ages, suppressing all living beings across the world with his own strength, while suffering continued for ten thousand years, a hundred million years, countless billions of years. Only the individual could transcend, while all living beings would forever have no hope.
Mimi sat in this position.
On this God's Seat.
She could no longer be called a normal person.
And therefore, she was dangerous.
Who could guarantee that her ideas would never change?
Even Tsunade couldn't guarantee that decades,