I Want to Be Daimyo So Bad!

Uchiha Jun slammed his right foot off the ground, and his body shot out again like an arrow!

This time, he did not use dual swords.

Instead, he gripped both the Sword of Benevolence and the Sword of Righteousness in reverse, with the backs of the blades against his arms, and charged at Rasa like a cannonball!

"Taijutsu: Thunder Elbow Strike!"

Uchiha Jun's right elbow, crackling with lightning, slammed into Rasa's chest!

"Puff--!"

Even with the protection of Gold Dust, the impact of the elbow strike penetrated through the layers of Gold Dust and entered Rasa's chest cavity. In an instant, his ribs broke and pierced into his internal organs!

Rasa spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto a sand dune dozens of meters away, tumbling several times before coming to a stop.

The golden Gold Dust, having lost the support of Chakra, scattered and fell to the ground like raindrops.

Uchiha Jun stood still and slowly sheathed his twin swords back into their scabbards at his waist.

He brushed the sand off his clothes and walked toward Rasa, who was struggling to get up in the distance.

"It's not over yet." Rasa gritted his teeth, bracing himself with his hands on the ground, trying to stand up. "I can still... I can still fight..."

Uchiha Jun walked up to Rasa, squatted down, and looked him in the eye.

"But I've already won."

Uchiha Jun stood up, stretched, and felt his strength rapidly recovering thanks to his Compound No. 1 physique.

"Alright, Value Bro, I really enjoyed this battle."

Rasa lay prone on the sand, looking at Uchiha Jun figure with a face full of resentment, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Because the ribs that had just been shattered by Uchiha Jun's elbow strike had pierced his lungs, his consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred.

dark.

die.

A system notification sounded in Uchiha Jun's mind.

[Challenge Target: Fourth Kazekage, Rasa (Peak Period) -- Defeat Successfully!]

[Battle Rating: S]

[Rewards: 60 fragments of the Fourth Kazekage, Rasa; 50,000 Gold Coin; title "Kage Level Hunter"]

Uchiha Jun paused, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Sixty pieces... fifty thousand Gold Coin? Not bad, not only have we earned back the 'entrance fee,' but we've even made a profit."

"Who should we choose for the next match...?"

Having exited the virtual world created by the panel, Uchiha Jun was preparing for another real challenge, sparring with Madara Uchiha.

My smartwatch received a message from Seimei Festival.

An encrypted message popped up on the screen. Sender: Seimei.

Uchiha Jun raised an eyebrow and opened the message.

Seimei voice came from the watch's speaker, steady and efficient. "Lord Jun, the Sky Fortress has arrived directly above the Land of Water Daimyo Palace. It is currently shrouded in clouds, with optical camouflage and Chakra concealment barriers fully activated, but no alert response has been triggered."

"The Back-Pounding Army' has completed the complete encirclement and division of the area surrounding Daimyo Palace. As per your request, they are organized into small teams, each responsible for one block, cutting off all external communication channels. Not to mention carrier pigeons, even a fly flying out won't escape the Sensing Class's net."

Seimei paused, a faint smile playing on his lips, "Even if we blew the entire Land of Water Daimyo Palace to the sky tonight, not a single word would get out."

Upon hearing Uchiha Jun did not immediately show a satisfied expression, but instead frowned slightly.

Uchiha Jun leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. After a moment of thought, he asked, "That doesn't make sense, does it? The Daimyo's residence in the Land of Water Daimyo Palace is, after all, Kirigakure's 'money bag.' Why doesn't Kirigakure send Anbu to be stationed around the Daimyo Palace? It's supposed to be a core area of power, so why is the defense even weaker than I expected?"

Uchiha Jun recalled the scene when he attacked the Land of Fire Daimyo Palace —although the operation went smoothly, there were still Konoha's Anbu spies and patrol teams around the Land of Fire Daimyo Palace. Although the samurai's performance was appalling, at least they maintained appearances.

The Land of Water, on the other hand, is too lazy to even bother with superficial projects?

"Seimei, are you sure you haven't missed anything? The Land of Fire Daimyo Palace is now guarded inside and out by Konoha ninjas. Last time I stormed in, those samurai, although they performed poorly, at least put up a token resistance. Does the Land of Water Daimyo really entrust his life to thin air like that?"

"This operation aims to bring the entire Daimyo system of the Land of Water under control. If word gets out, then the Fourth Shinobi World War will be the only option."

On the other end of the phone, Seimei was silent for two seconds, then let out a meaningful chuckle.

"Master Chun, this is the crux of the matter."

"According to intelligence from Kakuzu's side, the current Third Mizukage of Kirigakure seems to be experiencing some problems."

Uchiha Jun raised his eyebrows even higher. "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Last time they met, he didn't manage to cripple the Third Mizukage. Could it be that Karatachi Yagura couldn't withstand the attack and was about to overthrow him?

"To be specific, the Village Hidden in the Blood Mist policy, which was already causing quite a stir, has now been intensified," Seimei explained, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"According to Kakuzu's informant in Kirigakure, the Third Mizukage seems to be on a roll lately, and has increased his control over the village to a new level."

"The Anbu within Kirigakure are no longer carrying out missions; they're conducting internal purges. Today they suspect this person of being a spy, tomorrow they suspect that person of being a traitor, and the day after tomorrow even the Anbu's own captain has been arrested and interrogated. From top to bottom, everyone in Kirigakure is living in fear, and the pressure is pushing them to the brink of collapse."

Hearing this familiar scene, Uchiha Jun couldn't help but laugh.

"Good heavens, I haven't even made a move yet, and Kirigakure has already ruined itself?"

"That's not all," Seimei continued. "Because the internal situation in Kirigakure is too chaotic, employers who used to post missions there have all run away. Think about it, you spend a lot of money to hire a Kirigakure Mist Ninja to carry out a mission, but before the mission is even finished, that Mist Ninja is arrested by their own people on suspicion of treason—your money is all wasted."

"So now, most of the daimyo, nobles, and wealthy merchants in the Land of Water have blacklisted Kirigakure. They'd rather spend money to hire more expensive but at least reliable wandering ninjas or missing-nin organizations than dare to touch Kirigakure's ninjas again."

Upon hearing this, Uchiha Jun roughly understood.

"So the reason why the Daimyo of the Land of Water doesn't have Kirigakure's Anbu stationed there isn't because he doesn't want to, but because—"

"He wouldn't dare," Seimei continued, a hint of teasing in his voice. "He's afraid that no sooner has he recruited the Kirigakure Anbu to garrison the area than those Mist Ninja, due to internal conflicts, will take the opportunity to blow up his daimyo's Daimyo Palace. After all, given the current state of Kirigakure, it's hard to guarantee they won't 'change their name'."

Uchiha Jun couldn't help but laugh out loud after hearing this.

"Interesting... really interesting."

Uchiha Jun stood up, stretched his shoulders, and his bones cracked.

"The Village of Village Hidden in the Blood Mist Kirigakure turned Kirigakure into a complete mess, and the Third Mizukage was a madman, putting immense pressure on all the Mist Ninja. Even employers were afraid to hire them—as a result, the Daimyo's Land of Water Daimyo Palace became a fat piece of meat that no one cared about, just waiting for me to pounce on it."

"What do you call this? This is called—the perfect storm of favorable timing, location, and human factors.

A glint of excitement flashed in Uchiha Jun's eyes, and a smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Pass down the order, Seimei."

"Maintain the status quo, continue the blockade of the Back-Pounding Army Daimyo Palace, and do not allow a single person to escape."

I'll be there soon.

"Tonight, this Land of Water will change its name!"

After hanging up the call, Uchiha Jun stretched his neck, making a crisp cracking sound.

In an instant, he entered Sage Transformation, bursting through the air to arrive at the hatch of the Sky Fortress. Beneath his feet was the faint outline of the Daimyo's Land of Water Daimyo Palace, visible beneath the clouds—brightly lit, with towering buildings stretching as far as the eye could see, like a giant beast curled up on the coastline, completely unaware that death was already hanging over its head.

"Lord Chun, shouldn't we bring some men?" Seimei's voice came from the broadcast system inside the fortress, carrying a hint of cautious reminder.

"Although the Daimyo Palace's defenses are not as strong as before, there are still at least a hundred samurai and hired wandering ninjas inside the manor."

"Need not."

Uchiha Jun waved his hand without turning his head, a smile playing on his lips.

"Tonight, I'm enough on my own."

Pushing open the cabin door, a gust of wind rushed in, making robes flutter wildly.

Uchiha Jun stood at the edge of the cabin door, looking down at the brightly lit mansion below, his eyes slightly narrowed.

The next second— Uchiha Jun's body lurched forward, and he plummeted from the sky like a meteorite!

The wind whistled in my ears, and the air became thick and cold as I plummeted downwards.

Uchiha Jun opened his arms, and the Senjutsu Chakra within his body began to flow with an unprecedented rhythm—not Lightning Style, not Fire Release, but a purer and more refined Natural Energy.

----Immortal Technique: Gale and Shadow.

"Waaaaah--!!"

The moment the words fell, an invisible current of energy suddenly condensed around Uchiha Jun's body.

There was no dazzling light, no earth-shattering roar—only the wind.

The wind is coming.

The next moment, Uchiha Jun's body suddenly became as light as a feather during his fall, as if he had lost his weight. When he was more than ten meters above the ground, he did a light flip and landed silently on the roof of the main hall of the Daimyo Palace's mansion like a falling leaf.

Uchiha Jun stood at the highest point of the rooftop, his gaze sweeping across the entire mansion.

In Uchiha Jun's perception—within the mansion, the footsteps of the samurai, the breathing of the guards, and the faint Chakra fluctuations of the mercenary ninjas—were all clearly reflected in his sensory network.

Twelve samurai were patrolling near the main gate, led by a wandering ninja of Jonin rank.

In the backyard, there were at least twenty guards, with two sensory-type ninjas stationed there.

In the side hall, there were sounds of servants moving about, but they were not worth mentioning.

The main hall—the daimyo's room—was brightly lit, with eight elite samurai guarding the perimeter.

--Immortal Technique: Wind Release: Thousand Winds Scattering Flowers.

Without Hand Seals, a Ninjutsu with power comparable to an S-rank forbidden technique was instantly activated with just a thought.

A gentle breeze quietly spread from beneath Uchiha Jun's feet, instantly permeating every corner of the entire Daimyo's Daimyo Palace.

Inside the hall, the lights flickered.

One of the guards rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"Strange... why am I suddenly so sleepy..."

Before he could finish speaking, he slid down against the pillar and began to snore evenly.

One tells ten, ten tell a hundred.

The samurai standing in the corridor, the sensory ninjas crouching on the roof, and the elite guards standing outside the door—one after another, they fell like dominoes, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.

In less than a second, the entire Daimyo's Daimyo Palace was deserted except for Uchiha Jun.

Uchiha Jun lightly leaped down from the rooftop, landing in the center of the courtyard, and clapped his hands.

"Done. Next--"

Under the Sage Transformation, his senses spread out like a spider web, precisely locking onto all "valuable" targets within the Daimyo Palace.

The Daimyo of the Land of Water —in his main hall—is reviewing documents.

The daimyo's eldest son is discussing matters with his advisors in the east study.

The second son of the lord is resting in the west wing.

The lord's principal wife is chanting scriptures in the Buddhist shrine in the backyard.

Along with several other important officials and relatives... they were all in their respective rooms, none of them escaped.

"Everyone's here, saves me the trouble of looking for them one by one."

--Immortal Technique: Wind Release: Wind Binding Chains

Dozens of slender, silken wind chains shot from Uchiha Jun's fingertips, seemingly alive, precisely piercing into each room, binding the bodies of each target, and then—

Just a gentle lift.

The wind chains tightened suddenly, dragging all the locked targets out of their respective rooms!

"Varied--?!"

"Enemy attack--! Ugh!"

"I can't move! What the hell?!"

Exclamations rose and fell as dozens of figures, dragged by chains of wind, swept across the corridors, through the courtyards, and over the thresholds like marionettes—finally being neatly arranged in the main hall of the Daimyo Palace Mansion.

Uchiha Jun stood in the center of the hall, his hands behind his back, calmly looking at the high-ranking officials of the Land of Water who were bound by wind chains and slumped on the ground.

The daimyo of the Land of Water —a middle-aged man in his early fifties, dressed in an expensive nightgown, his hair disheveled, his face still bearing the lingering fear of being suddenly dragged from the bed.

The daimyo's eldest son—twelve or thirteen years old—tried to remain calm, but his slightly trembling fingers betrayed him.

The daimyo's second son—who was younger—had a face filled with confusion and fear.

Several high-ranking officials—some still in their official robes, others only in their underwear—were in various disheveled and disarrayed states.

Uchiha Jun glanced around, and after confirming that the number of people was correct, he lightly snapped his fingers.

"Smack."

The chains of wind vanished, and the high-ranking officials of the Land of Water were finally freed. They collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

"Who... who are you?!" The daimyo of the Land of Water forced himself to stand up. Although his legs were still trembling, at least he regained a trace of the dignity befitting a daimyo.

"How dare you trespass into the Daimyo Palace and attack a daimyo of a nation—do you know what a grave crime this is?!"

Uchiha Jun did not answer, but slowly Earth Flow the main seat in the center of the hall and sat down.

One foot was casually placed on the handrail, the body leaned back slightly, and the hands were crossed in front of the abdomen, the posture was lazy.

But the next moment, a single glance from Uchiha Jun caused the temperature in the previously noisy hall to drop several degrees!

Uchiha Jun didn't speak, but slowly released a trace of Sage Transformation aura.

It was an extremely subtle yet terrifying feeling—there was no wind, no sound, and even the flickering of the lights in the hall had stopped, but every high-ranking official of the Land of Water felt as if their heart was being gripped by an invisible hand.

It wasn't murderous intent.

It's more terrifying than murderous intent.

The inherent sense of oppression in life itself—it's as if the person sitting in the main seat is not a person, but a mountain, a sea, or an entire world.

It is magnificent and awe-inspiring, inspiring awe and wonder!

The daimyo of the Land of Water opened his mouth, but the words he had prepared—such as "Do you know who I am?" and "Do you know what a grave crime this is?"—stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

His legs began to tremble, his knees bent uncontrollably, and finally—with a thud—he knelt directly on the ground.

Not only him, but all the important officials and relatives standing behind him, without exception, knelt down on the ground like harvested wheat under that invisible pressure.

After that, no one dared to look Uchiha Jun in the eye again.

The entire hall fell into complete silence!

Uchiha Jun nodded in satisfaction, withdrew his aura, and swept his gaze over the group of trembling Land of Water officials in front of him.

"That's more like it."

"If you can speak properly, stop with all that fancy stuff—like 'trespassing in Daming Daimyo Palace ' and 'what a serious crime'. You guys get tired of it, but I get tired of listening to it."

Uchiha Jun patted the handrail, stood up, walked to the front of the crowd, and strolled slowly past the group of high-ranking officials like a customer picking out vegetables at a market.

"Let me take a look... The daimyo of the Land of Water, over fifty years old, hmm, getting old, and cunning, needs to be replaced."

"The eldest son of the Great Name, I am a kind-hearted person who values family reunion, so I will replace him."

Looking at the richly dressed eldest son of the Daimyo of the Land of Water, Uchiha Jun shook his head.

This kind of person is extremely rebellious; they won't obediently serve as a puppet, they might as well go and accompany the daimyo of the Land of Water.

Then, Uchiha Jun turned his attention to the higher-ups in the Land of Water.

"He has a cunning look on his face; you can tell he's been skimming off the top. Replace him."

"He looks honest, but honest people shouldn't sit in this position. Replace him."

As Uchiha Jun walked, he made comments, casually tossing out a critique of each person he passed. The person being commented on turned pale and then red, but dared not even breathe loudly.

He stopped abruptly at the very end of the crowd.

A boy of about twelve or thirteen years old was kneeling at the back of the crowd, head bowed, hands clasped tightly on his knees.

The second son of the daimyo.

Uchiha Jun carefully examined him for a few moments—the child was quite handsome, with delicate features, fair skin, and a gentle air about him. Among the trembling high-ranking members, although he was also trembling, there was something different hidden in his eyes.

It wasn't fear, but rather—desire.

That kind of desperate yearning to cling to a sliver of hope in a hopeless situation.

Uchiha Jun asked with great interest, "What's your name?"

The boy raised his head, his voice trembling slightly, but he tried his best to remain calm. "I... I'm called Yuki Kiyokawa."

"Yuki?" Uchiha Jun raised an eyebrow. "The surname of the daimyo of the Land of Water is Yuki?"

"No, sir." Kiyokawa swallowed hard. "The lineage of the Daimyo of the Land of Water has always taken Hayase as their surname. I am simply a ninja from a humble maternal line, which is why I take my mother's surname."

oh?

Is that poorly written female-oriented novel still following me?

They've even pulled off this whole system of legitimate and illegitimate sons. Oh well, in this way, this Mizunotsuki Kiyokawa is like a rootless duckweed in the Land of Water's bureaucratic system, unable to muster any thoughts of resistance. Instead, he'll cling tightly to me, the one who granted him power.

Yes, I choose you, Pokémon.

"Mizunotsuki Kiyokawa ..." Uchiha Jun repeated the name, then nodded. "A good name."

Uchiha Jun's gaze swept across the entire room again, his tone becoming casual and indifferent. "Alright, everyone, I have some news to announce."

"The daimyo of the Land of Water tragically drowned tonight."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hall fell into a deathly silence.

The daimyo of the Land of Water suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide, his lips trembling as if he wanted to say something, but Uchiha Jun only glanced at him indifferently, his voice as if something was stuck in his throat, unable to utter a single syllable.

Uchiha Jun continued, "The eldest son of the daimyo was young and frail. Due to excessive grief, his old illness relapsed, and he also passed away."

"The Land of Water cannot be without a ruler for even a day. As important ministers, you should all strive together to elect a new monarch."

Uchiha Jun spoke casually, as if discussing the evening's weather rather than deciding the life or death of a nation's ruler.

The air in the hall seemed to freeze.

Just then--

"Grown ups!"

A figure suddenly burst out from the crowd, leaping to Uchiha Jun's feet and tightly hugging his leg.

It is Mizunotsuki Kiyokawa.

The handsome young man's eyes were red and swirling with tears, but he bit his lip tightly to keep them from falling. His voice trembled, yet it held an almost frantic longing.

"My lord... what do you think of me?"

Uchiha Jun looked down at him, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. "Oh?"

"I can do anything!" Kiyokawa's voice was urgent and eager, as if he wanted to express all his value in these few words.

"Even if I bear infamy and become a puppet—as long as I'm this daimyo, as long as I'm this daimyo... I'll do anything you ask!"

Kiyokawa knelt on the ground, his forehead hitting the cold floor with a heavy thud.

Please...

"I will respect you as I would my father. I... I will not betray you. I will obey you. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west..."

"I... I don't want to lose this opportunity..."

"I... I really want to be that name..."

Kiyokawa's voice trembled more and more, until it almost broke into a sob. "I... I... I've dreamed of it all... I..."

The surrounding high-ranking officials watched this scene with a mix of reactions: some wore expressions of disdain, some turned ashen-faced, and some secretly regretted not having reacted first.