"Lord Hashirama, what exactly are points?"
Gamabunta, sitting on his left shoulder, waited until the pedestrians on the street had finished greeting Hashirama before recalling the paper posted on the pillar and asking curiously.
"Points?"
Hashirama, walking through the crowd, shortened his stride and fell into brief thought.
The noisy, bustling voices on the street disrupted his memories. As scenes resurfaced in his mind, his tone inevitably grew distant. "It's quite a long story."
"That's fine, Lord Hashirama!"
Gamabunta no longer felt frantic. It was like when he had been young, listening at night as grandmother Shima told all sorts of interesting stories about the Shinobi World's past.
Points.
They had first been proposed by Rikusei.
In order to limit the number of people flooding in from all over the Land of Fire, the overwhelming crowds of eager newcomers had exceeded what Konoha could manage and accommodate at the time.
Points were tied to mission commissions. At first, they only covered free housing, land, and Konoha residency.
The ninja and civilians newly settling in Konoha discovered that aside from the baffling points system, this newborn village had none of the strange taxes or exploitation found elsewhere.
They erupted with unprecedented enthusiasm and drive, clearing out every kind of commission transferred to Konoha from the various ninja clans.
As Konoha expanded, the scope of points gradually broadened as well, encompassing every aspect of ninja life.
From housing and settlement allocations to slots for ninja promotion registration, various rare ninja tools, Tailed Beast Ball distribution, and most importantly, places at the Shinobi World Singles Ninja Mixer.
After listening to the detailed explanation, Gamabunta summed it up in his own way. "So it's another kind of money that circulates among ninja."
"You could put it that way."
The familiar street had quietly reached