Reincarnators Arrive

Fifteen-year-old Oguri Hayashi had already reached five foot five. Standing beside Tsunade, he was faintly taller than her, but everyone knew he would definitely surpass her in height in the future.

His physique was now exceptionally well-proportioned. Three years had been enough for him to forge every muscle into pink muscle capable of both explosive power and endurance. He wore an indigo robe, his hair tied in a ponytail, with scruffy little hairs struggling out on his upper lip and chin due to puberty. Though he was only fifteen, he was already like the emperor of Takigakure. His word was law, and no one disobeyed his orders.

Unfortunately, this exceedingly difficult method of tempering muscles through his own style was not valued by the people of the ninja world. Aside from Tsunade, who had keenly recognized the power of this personal training method, no one else had much interest in pure taijutsu that required so much time and effort.

Most people training their bodies followed the Lightning Release body-tempering route. After Oguri Hayashi's improvements, this Lightning Release could stimulate the body's acupoints while simultaneously training both the body and Chakra.

This was what most people in the village practiced.

Some people had previously practiced the Shadow Clone Jutsu, but they discovered that without taijutsu training, even two clones working together could not match a single person who had cultivated the Lightning Release Body Cultivation Technique. Once they saw that, everyone flocked to practice Lightning Release body cultivation.

Shadow Clones and his own style happened to fall on either side of the Lightning Release Body Cultivation Technique, leaving them in two awkward gaps. Tsunade and Oguri Hayashi were probably the only two people in the village who had learned them.

Tsunade was surprised that Oguri Hayashi would teach this to her. By her way of thinking, even if such an unpassed secret of a ninja village were widely taught within the village, it absolutely should not be passed on to outsiders.

Oguri Hayashi merely smiled and offered no explanation.

His residence had long since ceased to be the mud-brick house it had been three years ago.

The first floor contained an enormous, publicly accessible map of Takigakure. It was a one-to-one-thousand map of Takigakure, meticulously surveyed and recorded by Oguri Hayashi's Shadow Clones every morning over the past three years.

This military secret was displayed openly in the main hall for anyone to view, free of charge.

No, it was no longer a matter of charging money. He was calmly placing Takigakure's geography into the hands of anyone who could reach this place. No matter how many times Tsunade passed through here, she could not calm her thoughts and emotions.

Most people in Takigakure dispersed after practicing taijutsu with Oguri Hayashi every morning. Most went about their own business, while those with free time came here to see where they ought to go for fun that day.

At the very least, everyone in Takigakure was a Genin. Even if they could not defeat ordinary wild beasts, they could still escape. For them, the map of Takigakure was a convenient tool for outings and dates.

They did not understand this thing's strategic value, but did Tsunade not understand it?

Whether in their work or their efficiency, Jonin were far faster than ordinary people. At this time, the Jonin had little to do.

At a single command from Oguri Hayashi, they had already assembled and headed over.

Though they lacked the basic discipline of ninja, they possessed ninja Chakra and physical capabilities. Walking on water and running across trees were basic skills to them; even ordinary children in the village could do them. It was just unknown why Konoha only taught such things after Genin graduation, through Chunin or Jonin instructors.

When they quickly arrived at Oguri Hayashi's second floor, it was only furnished to the standard of an office desk, a bed, a large wardrobe, and an ordinary living room.

Because it was a "dictatorship," all his orders were carried out immediately. There was no cumbersome paperwork, no endless clerical work. He gave an order, those below completed it, returned to report, and it was over.

Deception did not exist. No one could deceive Oguri Hayashi.

Moreover, Oguri Hayashi's work directly concerned everyone's living standards, such as building roads, cutting timber, and creating lakes, so there was no particularly arduous work.

This place was almost like communism. All food was publicly owned, and if there was not enough, Oguri Hayashi would have others hunt or fish. He had established several large warehouses and knew exactly how much grain everyone ate each day. Most of the time, Takigakure, which had created plenty of farmland, was not short of food at all. After discovering several rock salt mines, they no longer lacked salt either. The grain harvested in their first abundant year forced them to turn excess meat into jerky.

In the second year, they began raising rabbits. Rabbits bred easily, were easy to raise, and reproduced at an astonishing rate. Once grown, they could be eaten, and leaves could easily serve as their food. Thus, the village no longer lacked meat.

Then they began collecting wild vegetables for cultivation. By the third year, there was nothing lacking here. They could even produce furs to sell to merchants as income.

The villagers only needed to fulfill their respective duties. Once they finished their work, they could live easy lives.

It could be said that nowhere in the ninja world had life been easier than in this village.

"The Third Kazekage has disappeared. The Sand Country will likely make a move against Konoha because of this. A new ninja war is about to come. All ninja from Chunin rank and above must begin targeted ninja training to prevent the flames of war from spreading to the village. Among the Genin, the outstanding and talented ones will also undergo ninja training in preparation for defending the village in the future."

"Though we will not participate in the war, we will never allow others to shatter our peace. Everyone must prepare for this war to last a long time." Oguri Hayashi spoke as he looked around at the twenty-two Jonin standing in the somewhat cramped room before his desk.

Most of them looked more like farmers than pale-skinned ninja who walked in darkness, but who would have imagined that such a group possessed Jonin-level Chakra and could casually cast four or five B-rank Ninjutsu without even panting?

In response to Oguri Hayashi's words, everyone shouted in unison, "Yes!"

In Takigakure, Oguri Hayashi was the absolute ruler. No one could question him!

On the road leading from Konoha, beyond Oguri Hayashi's sight, a group dressed as Konoha ninja was approaching Takigakure. Yet the language they spoke was the language of China—once certain unspeakable barriers had been lifted, the number of people from China in the Infinite Hall had far exceeded some people's imagination. Although the Infinite Hall provided writing in one's native language, spoken communication had still been forced to lean toward the language spoken by the largest population.

"Captain, why aren't we going to the battlefield between the Sand ninja and Konoha? Why are we coming to this godforsaken place instead?" One of them, who looked like a Konoha ninja and had hair as smooth as white satin, asked his captain loudly. A chubby "ninja bird" stood on his shoulder.

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