Inside the company.
"Here, this is a new TV series. It'll be filmed in Kirigakure. I've already arranged things with Yagura, so just find the actors and head over." Dave handed Kakuzu the script.
"A new TV series? One Piece?" Kakuzu took it and murmured in confusion.
"This isn't going to be like Naruto, is it? It's been years, and that still isn't finished. Plenty of people have complained to me about it," Kakuzu asked, exasperated.
"Hmm, what you're holding is just a broad outline of the show. I'm thinking over a thousand episodes. I've already arranged for a truck to deliver the thousand-plus scripts to your house shortly. At two episodes a week, it'll take at least ten years." Dave smiled.
"You've got way too much fucking time on your hands! Why don't you film it yourself? How many generations will have come and gone by the time you finish a thousand fucking episodes?!" Kakuzu slammed the desk angrily.
"I'll give you three billion for the production budget."
"Certainly. May I leave right now? It's only a mere ten years."
After Kakuzu left, Dave took out a cigarette.
"Whew... One Piece, huh..." Dave smiled and exhaled a puff of smoke.
Dave turned to look out the company window. As he gazed at the bustling Konoha, with its towering buildings, familiar faces came to mind.
"Maybe I'll get a chance to visit that world someday?" Dave smiled, shook his head, and stubbed out his cigarette.
Elsewhere.
"Hashirama! Five million in funding, just gone?! Five million! How many years will I have to spend shoveling shit?!" Black Zetsu roared in anguish.
"What was I supposed to do? Madara smashed the toilet to pieces." Hashirama was depressed too.
"Aren't you the God of the Shinobi World? Fucking take him on!"
"Easy for