"Immortal" Organization Founded

Beneath the pitch-black night sky, the moon hung high like a silver platter, scattering its sparse, watery moonlight.

Feng Yao stood on the lush green grass. He had just buried the corpses that had littered the ground, and was thinking about the organization's future development and plans.

Most organizations had several divisions, with people assigned to reconnaissance, assault, healing, logistics, and defense. But there were only four of them, including him, and Katsuyu Sage still couldn't come.

Completing this task would take forever. Feng Yao sighed at the thought, then kept walking back to the wooden cabin, where he continued building up chakra, cultivating, and training.

He had reduced the time it took to enter Sage Mode to around six minutes, but that was still far too long in actual combat. He had to shorten the time needed to activate it.

By nightfall the next day, Zabuza returned to the hideout carrying Gato's head and a bulging sack of money.

He had several more long, deep cuts on his body. He must have been through a tough fight.

He set Gato's head and the money sack down in front of Feng Yao.

"Everything's taken care of, leader. Gato had about fifty million ryō in cash. The rest of his assets are shops and properties."

Zabuza stood there, panting heavily, and spoke with excitement.

No one ever thought they had too much money. Zabuza had agreed to kill for Gato because he wanted enough funds to recruit men and fight his way back to Kirigakure.

Now, the man standing before him could help make his wish come true.

Feng Yao's expression remained calm, his cold blue eyes glinting.

"Good. This is only the organization's initial operating fund. There'll be plenty more in the future. Let's start planning our next move."

Zabuza clenched his fists. The leader didn't even care about fifty million ryō. He doubted he could ever be so magnanimous.

Feng Yao looked calm on the outside, but inside, he was over the moon.

He was brimming with pride and a sense of superiority. He even exclaimed to the system, "I saved up only twelve hundred ryō in twelve years, and now I've got fifty thousand times that, plus two capable subordinates. Now this is the life!"

"The host is far too naive. Fifty million isn't enough to do much. You'll need to build an intelligence network, find a base for the organization, and pay for all kinds of ninja tools. And you can't expect your subordinates to work for free, can you? Or are you going to be a heartless boss? All of that costs money."

Seeing that Feng Yao was getting carried away, the system wasted no time in pouring cold water on him.

Feng Yao gave an awkward smile at that, then quickly got a hold of himself. He called Zabuza and Haku over.

"Our organization is still small. What we need to do now is recruit more people. Haku, I want you to travel through the Five Great Nations and find rogue or wandering ninja no stronger than jonin. Also, find a suitable place for the organization to settle. Take one-fifth of this money."

Zabuza was slightly surprised by Feng Yao's orders. He had thought the organization he'd joined was already taking shape, but now it sounded like it hadn't even gotten started.

He cautiously asked, "Leader, what's our organization called? How many members do we have now?"

Feng Yao cleared his throat, brushed some nonexistent dirt off his clothes, and walked outside.

"We haven't decided on a name yet. As for our numbers, we're up to three now. Oh, and you can think of a good name for the organization, too."

Zabuza was at a loss for words. So their leader had just been playing commander all this time? Even Haku couldn't help letting out a quiet laugh.

Even Feng Yao's thick skin couldn't take that. How could he let his subordinates think so little of him? He turned around and said solemnly,

"We're going to build the strongest organization in history. Of all the people I've met, only a handful are worthy of my invitation, and you two only barely made the cut. There's a saying: better to have none than settle for less. I hope you'll keep that in mind from now on."

Zabuza's thoughts churned. Yes—better to have none than settle for less. If all his subordinates had been like Haku, would his coup have failed?

"I understand, leader." Zabuza bowed deeply.

At that moment, Haku suggested, "Since we're going to build the strongest organization in history, why not call it the Strongest Organization?"

Feng Yao broke into a cold sweat. Haku looked as if he wasn't joking.

What kind of name was that? If he went out to fight someone, would they say, "Oh, so you're Feng Yao of the Strongest Organization!" That would make him want to bash his head in.

Fortunately, Zabuza was more sensible. He immediately scolded Haku.

"Hmph, that name is far too childish. I say we call it the Strong Group. One word, simple and clear."

Feng Yao rubbed his forehead as he looked at Zabuza, who seemed rather pleased with himself. He now understood where Haku had inherited his naming skills. With a weary sigh, he said,

"You two had better stop coming up with names. I've thought it over. The organization will be called 'Immortal.'"

The first thing he'd mastered after getting the system was Senjutsu, and immortals were among the strongest beings in this world. The name "Immortal" couldn't be more fitting.

Zabuza and Haku exchanged a glance. They both thought the name was good. And so, on that summer night, the "Immortal" organization, which would one day make the Five Great Nations tremble, was founded in a little wooden cabin.

Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, it was mid-March. During that time, Feng Yao had reduced the time needed to build up Sage Mode to three minutes, and had joined Zabuza on many assassination missions.

Today's target was in the Land of Fire: an A-rank bounty named Hashiba Hideyoshi. He carried a katana on his back and had somewhat dark skin. He looked to be in his twenties, wore a Cloud Country Forehead Protector, and was a rogue ninja.

They waited until he reached a deserted place. Zabuza prepared to strike.

The target seemed completely unaware. Without hesitation, Zabuza swung Kubikiribōchō at his neck, the blade rushing forward with a fierce gust of wind. He got him! Just as Zabuza thought that, the man suddenly vanished from sight.

"He's above you!" Feng Yao called out, watching as Zabuza froze in confusion.

Looking up, Zabuza saw the man leap into the air and dive at him without a single Hand Seal.

At the same time, he shouted, "Lightning Speed Sharp Kill!"

Blue chakra wrapped around his hand, and his fingernails turned dark purple, sharp enough to tear through flesh with ease. Zabuza blocked the first strike, but the nails on the man's other hand easily slashed open his arm.

Nintaijutsu? Feng Yao watched the man's technique. He was producing chakra without Hand Seals and activating his body to boost his attack and speed.

It wasn't surprising that someone from Kumogakure could do that. Zabuza's attacks had initially been effective with the help of Hidden Mist Technique.

But as time passed, Zabuza's speed and strength began to fade. Hideyoshi had mastered Nintaijutsu, and his hands were poisoned. Zabuza gradually fell behind.

Hideyoshi seized an opening and suddenly drove a claw at Zabuza, forcing him back.

He quickly formed Hand Seals and shouted, "Storm Release: Illusory Radiance!" Several head-sized balls of lightning appeared around them, shining brightly and obscuring their vision.

Zabuza thrust Kubikiribōchō into the ground behind him and formed Hand Seals.

"Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet!"

The pond nearby churned, and a water dragon more than two meters long roared as it charged at the enemy.

The violent explosion and flash left their ears ringing, and their vision was nearly impossible to make out.

The technique not only obscured their vision but also exploded. As their sight gradually returned, Zabuza's clothes were torn, and electricity crackled all over his body. He was clearly at a disadvantage.

"That's enough, Zabuza. It's rare to meet someone this interesting. Let me take over."

Seeing that Feng Yao was willing to finish the fight, Zabuza didn't insist. He glared at Hideyoshi with a cold snort, then stepped back.

"Impressive Nintaijutsu. You even have the Storm Release Kekkei Genkai. Work for me. I sincerely invite you to join my organization."

Judging from the Nintaijutsu he'd just used, this man was definitely a jonin-level fighter, and he still seemed to have plenty in reserve.

Feng Yao needed powerful fighters like him now, not only to build the Immortal organization but also because there wasn't much time left to complete his mission to take revenge on Konoha. He had to hurry.

Hideyoshi looked at Feng Yao with disdain, scoffing at his offer.

He couldn't see anything special about the masked kid in front of him. He scratched his head.

"What if I refuse?"

Feng Yao didn't answer right away. Instead, he slowly took off his mask. Hideyoshi was surprised when he saw Feng Yao's face, but a handsome face wouldn't convince him to join an organization.

"Then I'll make you an offer you can't refuse."

Hideyoshi seemed stunned for a moment, then laughed. "Interesting. I haven't met anyone like you in a long time. What's your organization called?"

Feng Yao put his mask back on, turned, and started walking toward Konoha Ninja Village. He uttered a single word.

"Immortal."