As long as Nawaki survived and grew to his full potential, he alone could suppress both clans. The Uchiha could still pin their hopes on the Mangekyo, but the Hyuga knew nothing about the Tenseigan, so they had no thought of surpassing the Senju. They just wanted to hold on to their current position.
As for Nawaki, he needed a large pool of ninjas to carry out the "Senju Bloodline Fusion Plan." Besides, Konoha would belong to the Senju Clan in the future, so naturally, the stronger it was, the better.
With everyone's interests aligned, all the various plans were soon agreed upon. Once they understood this, everyone admired Nawaki's wisdom and his way of handling affairs even more. Using self-interest to win people over was more effective and practical than appealing to lofty ideals.
In the end, they all expressed their goodwill and desire to cooperate with Nawaki, then happily went their separate ways.
Shimura Danzō even went so far as to promise Nawaki that he could come to him directly with any questions.
After returning to the clan, Nawaki summoned the elders and jonin. His ten-man Guard Corps had all been promoted to jonin, and with Tsunade and Mito supporting him without reservation, he had already secured absolute authority within the Senju Clan. So when he explained the Konoha Consortium plan, no one objected.
After all, the Senju Clan was already making fifty million ryo a month from its casinos, hotels, and other businesses alone, and that figure was still rising. Their cross-border trade caravans, on the other hand, had reached a profit ceiling due to a lack of manpower, and their earnings hadn't grown in a long time. Now, by cooperating with the other clans and bringing in plenty of money and manpower, the Senju Clan could earn even more! When had their young clan leader ever lost money in business? They just needed to follow his lead.
Once Nawaki had finished making arrangements for the Consortium and the Finance Department, he focused on training. Over the past two years, the clan had nurtured many people skilled in business management. They only needed to follow his plan to carry it out with ease. With Mito and the three elders overseeing everything, failure was all but impossible.
After finishing his training that night, Nawaki sat in his room and silently said, System, show me my stats.
Host: Senju Nawaki Bloodline: S+ Rank Bloodline, Perfect Asura Wood Release Ninjutsu: 7 Taijutsu: 6 Genjutsu: 6 Stamina: 10 Hand Seals: 8 Strength: 6 Speed: 6 Intelligence: 10 Chakra: Elite Chunin Skills: Six Powers, Five Element Release, Rasengan, Wood Release Ninjutsu, Sealing Jutsu, Medical Ninjutsu Titles: Senju Clan Head, Konoha Prodigy Reputation: 200 Wish Power: 39860
Looking at the dramatically changed stats panel, Nawaki was very satisfied with the results of his training over the past three years. A sense of accomplishment welled up inside him.
His abilities were now well-rounded enough to qualify him as an elite Chunin. With Wood Release, he could even take on a jonin. And as his reputation climbed to two hundred, his Wish Power was growing several times faster. He knew he had more or less achieved his goal of reaching jonin strength before he turned twelve. The only thing holding back his progress now was his small, three-year-old body.
Over the past two years, he had trained in Taijutsu constantly and eaten plenty of nutritious food and precious supplements every day. Combined with his Asura Bloodline, that had made his vitality many times greater than that of other children his age. He was also unusually tall, looking about six or seven. But everything had its limits. The system had informed him that his growth rate was already at its optimal level. Trying to speed it up any further would harm his body and limit his potential.
He was, after all, only three years old. He couldn't compare to Naruto in his teens or Hashirama at his peak. So his chakra reserves, stamina, and strength—the basic attributes—had become bottlenecks holding back his progress. As for technique, he had nearly reached the limits of this body. Apart from not having fully mastered nature transformation, his hand-seal speed and his understanding and use of ninjutsu were already at their peak.
So he decided to become a Genin. He could build up combat experience and earn promotions through missions while also gaining Wish Power. As for ninjutsu training, he could put it on hold for now and set aside a little time each day for routine Taijutsu practice. After all, completing missions while wearing weights was training in itself.
The next day, Nawaki met up with his jonin instructor and his two Genin teammates.
Nawaki was always punctual, so he arrived at the agreed meeting place five minutes early. To his surprise, though, he was the last to arrive. "Sorry for the wait, everyone. I'm Senju Nawaki. I hope we get along."
"No problem. There are still five minutes until the agreed time. These two kids were just so excited that they came early. I only just got here myself." The speaker had met Nawaki the day before and knew that his standing in the village might even be higher than his own, so he spoke politely.
He was Torifu Akimichi, the head of the Akimichi Clan and a direct student of the Second Hokage. Like his unborn son and grandson, he was very "well-rounded." To make the most of the Akimichi Clan's secret techniques, they had to sacrifice their figures and pile on the pounds. Even now, Torifu kept stuffing snacks into his mouth. Talk about dedication! No wonder they were a family of bona fide food lovers.
"I wasn't excited! A ninja just has to be prepared ahead of time!" The speaker was a boy in his early teens with long sideburns. "I saw your graduation exam, Nawaki! You're good at both Earth Release and Fire Release, and I'm good at those, too! I heard you're only three, but you don't look it at all. No wonder you're a genius. Oh, right, I'm Sarutobi Shinnosuke."
Hearing the boy, who looked a lot like Asuma, call himself Sarutobi Shinnosuke, Nawaki raised an eyebrow. Sarutobi Shinnosuke? Isn't that the green sprout the fans came up with? Unable to resist his curiosity, he asked, "You're from the Sarutobi Clan? Are you the Third Hokage's son?"
"That's right! I'm the old man's son! That nickname you gave him is spot-on. He really is a decrepit old man!"
"Cough, cough..." Hearing the Hokage's son and student discussing the old man's looks, Torifu choked on the snacks in his mouth and started coughing violently.
At that very moment, a roar rang out from the distant Hokage's office. "You little brat! You unfilial son! That scoundrel Jiraiya has led you astray!" The Shadow Guard and Anbu nearby heard Lord Hokage's usual outburst and couldn't help smiling knowingly.
Jiraiya, who was on a mission outside the village, suddenly sneezed.
"Jiraiya, are you sick? I keep telling you to stop doing those filthy things. You're getting weaker and weaker. Soon even Nawaki will beat you," Tsunade teased.
"Your little brother's just as abnormal as you are. When it comes to Taijutsu, no normal person can beat him, right?"
"Jiraiya, who are you calling abnormal? Are you asking for a beating again? I sparred with Nawaki in Taijutsu yesterday. Give me a little more time to learn Shunpo, and then we'll see how you dodge! I'm going to beat you to a pulp!"
"Ah... how scary..."
"Ho ho ho..." Listening to the two bicker, Orochimaru let out a chilling laugh.
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