The Age of Ninja Would Eventually End; Sakura's Otsutsuki Fallen God Plan

"How could that be!" Naruto's little scheme was ruthlessly exposed by Shizune, and he immediately felt a little embarrassed.

"Hehe." Shizune didn't want to watch him act silly. "I can't be bothered with your nonsense, but next time I'll buy desserts from a different place. I like expensive ones."

Okay, there's still a bit of resentment in her.

However, Naruto accepted it. After all, he had actually seen the foolish little Shizune in person, so the trip wasn't in vain. Only four people had seen his original appearance: Tsunade, Shizune, Nohara Nao, Sara.

But what was Nohara Nao doing right now? A rather suggestive thought flashed through his mind. Obito's eyesight should be pretty good, right? What if he knew... well Nohara Nao isn't anyone's substitute.

However, Nohara Nao and Obito should have met, given her close relationship with Rin Nohara. It shouldn't be that bad; the real culprit is Pot Kage Danzo. It's all Danzo's Danzo.

"The communicator is almost finished, just a few more days until it's done." Ino stretched as she walked down the street, her face flushed.

"How many days exactly?" he asked.

"Three days, I guess." Ino looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, her eyes narrowing. "After three days, we'll have to wait for the communicator project to start."

"Not necessarily, maybe it will be approved in three days." Naruto walked beside her and glanced at Ino. "But to be honest, it's not a good thing if you get busy."

"Why?"

"You disappear when you get busy, how am I supposed to find you?" he said.

"Well, you know, my maternal grandmother..." Ino looked troubled, glanced at him, and then said in a coquettish tone, "It'll be fine once I'm done with my work!"

"This is also my ideal. Once I finish this, I will have no regrets. I will spend Tenten with you then!"

"Spend Tenten with me? "Naruto wondered to himself. Having ideals is a good thing.

But how could there be no regrets? The communicator can't be maintained or upgraded afterward? Hmm? A new field after industrial upgrading, I don't believe Ino won't be tempted.

Anyway, it's impossible for him to be completely idle after finishing this job; at most, he won't be as busy for the next two years. But this suits him just fine, allowing him to stall for time.

He'll sort things out; he wants both Ino and Hinata, and he'll eventually find a solution.

The future is uncertain, and no one can predict what it will become. The Shinobi World will never remain static; all Naruto can do is wait, wait for the right opportunity.

The street was bathed in sunlight, but Naruto led the way further and further astray, eventually turning into a small alley.

"Are you trying to kill me?!" Ino ran out, her face flushed.

At the entrance of the alley, where vines and trees provided ample shade, Naruto wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and chuckled. He was mindful of Ino's feelings and didn't do anything excessive.

After all, it was his native village. Although it wasn't small, if someone saw it, it would be all over. There would be plenty of opportunities in the future; he didn't want to try it in Konohagakure.

After wandering around for a while, Ino went home to continue her work.

Playing cards for fun is fine, but playing all day is mentally taxing. With Tenten constantly being played, how can one concentrate on anything else? This is unacceptable to Ino.

She began to exercise restraint to avoid becoming addicted.

But Naruto is such a jerk; he'd go up to people and tease them all the time. He'd always find a legitimate reason, and he wouldn't do anything outrageous; he'd just seize any opportunity to provoke them.

Every few days, Ino couldn't take it anymore. It was another sunny afternoon; the two of them drew the curtains and played cards all afternoon, a form of entertainment after work.

The only problem is that Konohagakure has such a lack of entertainment; it's all pachinko machines and goldfish scooping. At the very least, there's Jiraiya's Little Imperial Book, which is an eyesore.

Naruto was too ashamed to watch and covered his eyes the whole time.

Hokage Building.

"Lord Tsunade has already agreed to what you mentioned last time." Shizune had just come out of the Medical Department office when she ran into Naruto, so she decided to talk to him by the corridor window.

"Which one?" he asked.

"Two items." Shizune paused, wanting to roll her eyes but holding back. If she were Lord Tsunade, she would definitely give this guy a good beating.

"Huh, you agreed so quickly?" Naruto was a little surprised. He had planned to pull another stunt after failing, but obviously there was no need for that now.

"What? You're not happy about it anymore?"

"No, nothing like that," Naruto chuckled awkwardly.

As she spoke in Shizune, she was repeatedly fiddling with her rubber gloves. The yellow gloves enveloped her hands, only to be stretched open again by her branch-like knuckles.

The yellow rubber was stretched, its color instantly diluted and turned white, revealing the outline of the bones in Shizune's hand. There was a strange kind of sexiness to it, the sexiness of a professional woman.

Shizune didn't see him staring at her hands, and continued speaking.

"Communication devices are something that is beneficial to the village and harmless. In the long run, it is the beginning of a century-old foundation. Since you are willing to pay for it, we will naturally agree."

"As for Tenten, that's Lord Tsunade's private matter."

The implication is that the communicator project will be driven by in-game purchases. Tsunade had this plan all along, and Naruto's offer to pay for it himself, in Tsunade's name, was naturally a good thing.

Even if Naruto didn't say anything, Tsunade would conceal his name to avoid causing him trouble. As for Tsunade, she'd seen all sorts of trouble and naturally didn't care.

As for Tenten, Tsunade accepted it, which proves that she wasn't actually that angry. Her anger had subsided, or perhaps she simply didn't have time to be angry with him.

Let's resolve the Danzo as soon as possible; let's keep things separate and not let it interfere with our important business.

"Oh, I see." Naruto understood, then pulled out a box of even more expensive pastries and handed it directly to Shizune, "The most expensive pastries."

This is his way of apologizing, after all, Shizune has been quite considerate of him. What he did was really... unethical, but he doesn't regret it.

After leaving Shizune, he went straight home.

With Ino's matter resolved, Tsunade has agreed, and the current Konoha High Command will no longer object. After all, Danzo is now in a precarious position and will not clash with Tsunade again.

He estimated that it would take another day or two for the meeting to make the final decision. He had slowed down Ino's plans a few days ago; what was originally a three-day project had now been extended to the next two days.

Perfect timing! With the decision passed, Ino has all the necessary conditions. If the funding is secured in the next couple of days, the Konohagakure communicator project can begin operation.

Two days passed quickly, and the plan went smoothly. As expected, the higher-ups remained silent, Tsunade single-handedly pushed the plan forward.

The higher-ups originally wanted to say a few words about the funding issue, as the village didn't have any surplus food, and there were various problems both inside and outside Konohagakure. But Tsunade surprised Tsunade by saying she would pay for it herself.

Everyone was stunned; where did she get so much money?

But then I thought, who knows, the eldest princess of Konoha might still have some of the Senju clan's last remaining inheritance somewhere. After all, she was the founder of the sect; it's impossible for her to be penniless.

Okay, now everyone's satisfied. Someone dared to ask where the money came from, Tsunade shut them all up with one sentence: the Senju Clan's property.

The concept of family property is mysterious and elusive. Just because others say it exists doesn't mean it does. Only those who truly possess it know the extent of a family's legacy.

When Tsunade said this, there was almost no objection. The Senju Clan had either died in battle or scattered, leaving Tsunade as the only direct descendant.

Unfortunately, Tsunade had no offspring, so whether it's true or not can't be verified; if people say she did, then she did.

Night falls.

At a small stall under the Kishita, several students from Team 10 gathered for a meal.

"Hey, what's that Communicator Project? Is it related to what Ino did?" Choji took a bite of tempura and then sipped his drink.

"Yes." Naruto also joined in.

Shikamaru is married and has slowly grown a beard. He still seems somewhat lazy, eating his food listlessly with his head down, then slowly raising his head to glance at everyone.

"It's really convenient to have a communicator now; the era of ninjas is slowly fading away. I don't have any ambitions anymore, and I feel increasingly powerless since getting married."

Upon hearing the phrase "feeling powerless," Naruto and Ino both looked up at Shikamaru, then abruptly turned to look at Choji.

Choji felt uneasy under their gazes and immediately pushed the chubby hand back.

Don't look at me! You're the real deal.

There's no such expression as "dirty" yet, Choji was disgusted by the two of them. Shikamaru casually remarked something, and the two of them started staring at him.

What does this mean?! What does this mean?! Does this fat guy eat your rice?! How disgusting!

"Ahem." Naruto grinned mischievously. They were both adults and childhood friends, so he didn't care.

Choji's face flushed red. Hearing Naruto's suggestive cough, he wanted nothing more than to stand up and leave. But seeing that there was still food left on the table, he held back.

"Communication equipment is a hassle. It takes at least six months from the start of construction to its deployment. And that's just within the village. If we want to cover the Land of Fire, it will probably take two years," Ino said.

The topic shifted, and the group focused on the communicator again.

"I heard that the Land of Lightning has already established Chakra communication coverage in part of the country and has even developed Chakra weapons," Shikamaru said while drinking.

"Technological development will inevitably affect the status of ninjas, so those advisors are not very willing to accept emerging technologies."

"Whether we accept it or not, it's all the same. The technological age will eventually come." Naruto chimed in. "It's the trend of the times. We are just a generation in transition."

"If Chakra weapons appear, won't ninjas become weaker in the future?" Choji asked with some concern. "A weapon can kill anyone in its hands."

"The era of ninjas will eventually end, and perhaps ninjas will no longer exist," Shikamaru said.

He wasn't pessimistic; rather, he made a prediction.

"An end is also a beginning; weapons are ultimately used by people." Ino, who was in charge of the communicator project, naturally felt this more deeply.

"The power of ninjas is too strong, which is not good for the Shinobi World. If technology can balance it, it can actually usher in a new era." Naruto stroked his wine glass.

"What if ninjas who could fly and disappear into the air appeared, and technology happened to have developed to a certain level, ushering in the era of planetary warships?" He got more and more excited as he spoke, and suddenly realized that the dinner table had fallen silent.

Three pairs of eyes stared blankly at him, as if he were a fool.

"Uh, I was just kidding."

With the Communicator Project launched, Ino, as the person in charge, became extremely busy. Naruto, not wanting to disturb her, simply shifted his focus away from the project.

The Medical Department's laboratory.

Sakura tied her hair up, took off her protective suit, disinfected her hands, and then walked out of the lab. Seeing Naruto waiting there, she quickened her pace.

"What brings you here?"

"I just had some free time, so I came to see you." Naruto, like a country bumpkin, craned his neck to look left and right. Seeing that Sakura didn't stop him, he tried to reach out and touch the experimental subject.

"Hey, don't touch that."

"Oh, oh." He quickly withdrew his hand.

Sakura laughed in exasperation and said, "Those are newly cultivated seeds, which took me almost half a month of hard work."

"Why did you suddenly grow your hair long?" Naruto glanced at her and suddenly asked, "You always had short hair when I saw you before, but you changed it after that time. I forgot to ask you."

"I forgot who told me this, but I think it's said that long hair is inconvenient for doing research?"

"Yeah, but don't you like long hair?" Sakura glanced at him, practically rolling her Byakugan. "Otherwise, why would I keep my hair long?"

"Uh..." Naruto looked at the pink ponytail and was speechless. He did like long hair.

Short hair is typically associated with innocent and cute girls, but the world of ninjas is a deep and unforgiving field. Innocent and cute ninja girls are usually taken advantage of long ago.

Don't you like it?

"I like it." He nodded.

Sakura's clear eyes fixed on him for a moment, then she suddenly smiled. Her gaze was like delicate threads, a fleeting glance that made Naruto's heart itch.

He was all too familiar with that look in his eyes. He looked up at the sky, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded.

In an abandoned warehouse in the Medical Department, the two exchanged in-depth opinions on whether the Mystical Palm Technique could be popularized among medical-nin.

Naruto, using his solid practical experience combined with theoretical data, completely convinced Sakura. Sakura blushed with embarrassment and was defeated.

"When will you come next time?" Sakura looked up at him.

"I mainly wanted to ask you this time, was that top-secret document I retrieved last time useful?" he asked.

"It's useful, but we need to study it further." Sakura's dark blue eyes flickered. "At least it's helpful. I'll let you know when there's progress."

"Okay, don't lie to me. You should know the consequences." Naruto repeated himself, still not convinced.

"I understand." Sakura, the married woman, turned her head and bit her lower lip lightly, probably recalling some unhappy memories.

This man is truly ruthless; every word he says feels like a knife stabbing into her heart. Sakura doesn't want to provoke him anymore; for her, things are already good enough.

She enjoys her work, and Naruto comes to visit her. She can also feel that someone truly cares about her, even if it's just a Second Personality; he doesn't want her to disappear.

"Oh, by the way, take a look at this."

She pushed aside the mountain of documents on her workbench and pulled out a thick document from the bottom locked drawer. It read:

[Speculative Research Report on the Fusion of Human Blood with Divine Blood], [Theoretical and Practical Research on Gene Fusion], [The Fallen God Plan].