This Seat Must Take Down These Harmful Things

After leaving that place, Senju Tobirama found a high vantage point. It was one of the Twin Towers, ten stories tall, built in the center of Konoha specifically because Yuya had insisted on creating a landmark structure.

Although this height would be considered laughably pathetic in Yuya's previous life, in this world, it was more than enough to serve as a landmark.

These two towers housed the department heads of Konoha.

Well, not exactly departments, but rather the working offices for the various ninja clans.

There was no helping it; since these ninja clans had helped establish Konoha, they naturally deserved a certain degree of jurisdiction within the village.

What Senju Tobirama saw now were the busy figures moving about inside.

Looking up, Senju Tobirama suddenly felt a sense of daze.

Strictly speaking, Senju Tobirama had reviewed all of Yuya's major decisions.

He had even returned last year.

He had witnessed the changes in Konoha with his own eyes.

But standing at such a height, scanning his surroundings, Tobirama felt that Konoha had changed immensely.

In just two short years, the dirt roads of Konoha had all been replaced by smooth, sturdy stone paths.

It was said that Yuya's next plan involved something called "cement roads." Tobirama didn't know what that was, nor did he intend to interfere; he would let Yuya tinker as he pleased.

As for him...

He would just observe the current changes in Konoha.

Senju Tobirama looked up at the most prosperous street in Konoha, which remained bustling with people even in broad daylight.

He had even heard that people from Sunagakure and Kirigakure had shops there, though he didn't know what they were selling.

While other areas seemed a bit quiet, that was only because the civilians were all at work during the day; it was said that from dusk until late at night, the civilian districts became incredibly lively.

Come to think of it, Yuya had complained more than once about a shortage of manpower, but looking at the state of the village now...

Wasn't this perfectly fine?

Where was the shortage?

Tobirama was satisfied. He cast his gaze further.

Ah, a gambling den... how nostalgic. His elder brother used to frequent those back in the day...

Hmm?

Who was that?

Were gambling dens allowed to let children in now?

Eh, why did that figure look so familiar?

Then, Sarutobi Hiruzen and Kagami Uchiha, who were standing behind Senju Tobirama, suddenly felt a surge of intense rage erupting from him.

The two exchanged a glance and shrugged at each other.

Well, whatever. They didn't think Senju Tobirama would actually do anything reckless.

And so, on that day, the cries of the princess of the Senju clan—the granddaughter of the First Hokage, the God of Shinobi, Hashirama—Tsunade, echoed throughout all of Konoha.

"Bang!"

The door to the Hokage Office was kicked open.

Yuya, who was sitting to the side buried behind a stack of documents—since he was only the acting Hokage, he couldn't sit in the main seat—raised an eyebrow. He looked up and thought, Oh, it's my uncle-master. He had been wondering who would be bold enough to kick in the door of the Hokage Office.

Since it was his uncle-master, it was fine.

"Yuya!" Senju Tobirama looked at Yuya, struggling to suppress his anger. "I am going to drive all those gambling den owners out!"

Yuya looked up at his uncle-master. "What?! Uncle-master, have you lost your mind?! Do you know how much revenue that would lose us?"

Senju Tobirama frowned at Yuya. "What do you mean?"

Yuya rummaged through the pile of documents on his desk and pulled out a sheet of paper, handing it to Senju Tobirama. "This is the transaction tax and storefront fee paid by those gambling dens last month."

Simply put, Yuya had abolished the monthly protection money and instead charged a fifteen percent transaction tax based on their turnover, allowing them to hang their signs openly and operate in the light rather than in the shadows.

However, in exchange, Yuya forbade the gambling dens from offering private loan services. Even if a gambler knelt down and begged for money, if they dared to lend it, they would face a full-scale crackdown: seizure of assets, confiscation, and immediate expulsion.

The gambling dens had weighed the pros and cons and agreed.

And now, looking at his monthly income of over ten million ryo, Yuya couldn't help but smile.

Yuya wanted to laugh. Didn't these people understand that you have to fatten the pig before you slaughter it?

Yuya knew the character of these gambling den owners. He had already gathered intelligence that three of them were secretly sending people out to set up Tongqiu Shops.

In short, a Tongqiu could be exchanged for one hundred thousand ryo at the gambling den. If you didn't have the money, it didn't matter; you could buy on credit and pay it back next month, interest-free.

Wasn't this just a disguised form of lending?

Of course, Yuya knew such things would happen.

In his previous life, the schemes he saw online were far more sophisticated than this. Here, they still needed their own lackeys to operate it, whereas those people would have ordinary citizens transfer the money, passing the accounts through multiple people until, in the end, the investigation would only lead to scapegoats.

Isn't their operation better than yours?

However, Yuya had long since taken precautions; that bill stated that no form of delayed monetary lending could be conducted in any way.

Do not underestimate the weight of those five words preceding "lending." As long as those five words were there, even if you gave money to another person and they returned it a second later, Yuya could still use this bill to arrest them.

Furthermore, with the four words "in any way," basically every scheme involving money had been completely blocked.

It must be said that the common people of Konoha now had money in their hands, and because Yuya had blocked these people from using the common folk to launder money, they truly wouldn't have minded dragging some ordinary people down with them.

Was this regulation shameless?

Indeed, it was very shameless, but Yuya felt he had a clear conscience; those gambling dens all deserved to die.

However...

They weren't fat enough yet; let them fatten up first.

After hearing Yuya's plan, Senju Tobirama was silent for a moment before speaking: "But you can't let a child go to that kind of place!"

Yuya was slightly stunned, then immediately became speechless: "Tsunade?"

Senju Tobirama was dazed, then instantly flew into a rage: "That little brat even said today was her first time going!"

Yuya hurriedly tried to appease him: "Calm down, calm down. Although it wasn't Tsunade's first time going, I already sent people to protect her."

Senju Tobirama was furious: "Good! You actually didn't stop her!"

Yuya felt like vomiting blood: "Uncle-Master! It's not that I didn't want to stop her! But Tsunade insisted on going!"

Senju Tobirama: "So you just let her go? I entrusted her to you, and this is how you watch over her?!"

Yuya: "...Fine, fine, fine, my fault, my fault. I'll have all those gambling dens raided tomorrow!"

Senju Tobirama was satisfied: "Hey, that's more like it."

It was quite obvious that Senju Tobirama had lost his reason the moment he saw that long string of zeros on the ledgers of those gambling dens.

Since the founding of Konoha, when had the village ever possessed hundreds of millions in cash?

Even when they were swindling Yuya, it was in gold bars, not cash.

These bastards in the gambling dens actually dared to collect so much money from Konoha?!

They must be taken down!

Yuya sighed; he had actually wanted to let them fatten up a bit more.

But there was no help for it; Senju Tobirama couldn't walk away once he saw those hundreds of millions of ryo, and one couldn't blame him.

Yuya knew that this kind of killing the goose that lays the golden eggs could only be done once.

In the future, these gambling dens would certainly never come to Konoha again.

So, there was only one chance.

Since that was the case, he would pay a visit to the Uchiha Clan tomorrow.

By the way...

There were still some other matters that needed to be handled.

The new book is coming up for a trial recommendation tomorrow. I estimate it probably won't pass the trial or make it to the second round. The big shots in the author group say that once you get a recommendation, you should mass-release chapters, but I have to work during the day, so there won't be any mass-release. It will be the usual two chapters a day, 4,000 words total. My apologies to all the readers. P.S.: The book circle is right; if your mental fortitude isn't up to par, you can't do anything, let alone write a book. So, in the future, I won't bother replying to those comments anymore. Anyway, many people just curse and leave; even if you explain it to them, they won't listen—it's like a turtle chanting sutras—so why waste the time? With that time, I could have written another chapter.