Three days later, on the training grounds of the Daimyō's Palace, Sasuke stared expressionlessly at the completely transformed guard unit before him.
He had perfectly replicated Naruto's methods.
A brutal elimination system had weeded out all the weaklings and opportunists. Extreme physical training had pushed these pampered guards to the brink of collapse, while benefits and promotion opportunities far greater than before gave them fresh motivation.
The corrupt trash they had once been had now become killing machines with icy gazes, obeying every command without question.
"All units! Target: dummies three hundred meters ahead. Fire at will!" Sasuke ordered coldly.
"Yes!"
Amid a uniform roar, the thunder of Bolters rang out through the night sky. After the barrage, the dummy range was already a complete mess.
Watching it all, Sasuke's hand around his gun trembled slightly. For the first time, he understood the thrill Naruto had spoken of—the thrill of personally creating Order from chaos.
Compared to simple revenge, this was rather interesting.
A week later, at the court of the Land of Hot Water.
The atmosphere was utterly different from a week earlier. If before there had been probing and confrontation, now there was only dead silence and submission. The Finance Minister's head, hanging from the gates of his residence and already beginning to rot, had become an inescapable shadow in everyone's heart.
Jingwan sat upon the throne, cold sweat seeping down his back from tension. Yet he was gradually growing accustomed to this feeling of being controlled, even finding a trace of sick pleasure in it. He cleared his throat and spoke word by word according to the cold voice echoing in his mind.
"What was discussed previously was merely the beginning. Today, I shall promulgate the National Revitalization Act. This is the foundation of the nation,