Submission

"To protect one thing, one must give up another."

"For example, during the previous Shinobi World Wars, in order to protect their villages and countries, shinobi had to take up weapons and slaughter shinobi from other nations. To do so, they had to cast aside their humanity and become tools that existed solely for killing."

"Shinobi are just such a pitiful existence. Whether as protectors or tools, as long as shinobi hold weapons, they can never escape the fate of being treated as weapons. Killing, endless killing, until death—this is the destiny of shinobi."

As he spoke, Shiraishi Yoshijo's gaze gradually turned cold. He recalled some very unpleasant memories.

"To be honest, although I come from a shinobi background, I have always looked down on shinobi as a group. But having come this far, I have also met many shinobi worthy of respect. They were willing to sacrifice themselves to protect their comrades, villages, and countries. In my eyes, they were true shinobi."

"But respect was one thing. I had no desire to become that kind of fool, so I went to great lengths to establish Peach Country and completely break free from the fate of being a shinobi."

Shiraishi Yoshijo suddenly revealed a wicked smile.

"Now I am an emperor. Without even needing to give an order, countless people are willing to sacrifice themselves for me. I do not even know their names. Tell me, isn't that laughable?"

Temari suddenly became agitated. "What do you take other people's lives for?!"

"Don't get so worked up. I'm merely explaining some reasoning to you."

Shiraishi Yoshijo said indifferently, "Humans are monsters centered on themselves. They immerse themselves in their own worlds, going on about how it is all for their country and believing themselves to be noble. In truth, it is