Uchiha Makoto began seriously considering the feasibility of the plan. "Still, even in a small country, establishing an officially recognized shinobi village from scratch takes more than a few words. We'd need funding, manpower, a site, mission channels, and the daimyo's approval."
Thinking of the daimyo made Uchiha Makoto want to rant about the political system in the Naruto world.
"A bunch of 'superhumans' capable of moving mountains, filling seas, and destroying towns actually have to obey a bunch of daimyo who couldn't fight their way out of a paper bag and know a few political tricks at best? They even need those bastards to appoint them and provide funding? This power structure is completely ridiculous! In thousands of years, has not a single village leader ever thought that rulers aren't born to rule and decided to take charge themselves?"
To him, this was nothing more than a bug Kishimoto had forced into the setting to preserve the framework of a modern nation.
But in the real Naruto world, it was an ironclad rule.
"Still, rules are made to be broken, especially when you have enough power." A cold glint flashed in Uchiha Makoto's eyes.
A clear plan took shape in his mind.
Step one: produce large numbers of basic White Zetsu and modify them into standardized puppet soldiers with consistent Chunin-level strength and altered appearances.
Step two: have Number Two and Number Three, both powerful, experienced Kage-level fighters, lead these soldiers in quietly infiltrating the Land of Fields.
Step three: contact the Land of Fields' daimyo and his key retainers.
"If that daimyo knows what's good for him and agrees to cooperate, I could give him a few benefits and let him remain a nominal 'ruler,'" Uchiha Makoto reasoned. "If he doesn't... I'll replace him with someone obedient. We