Early the next morning, when the sky had only just begun to pale, ferocious-looking shinobi drove every last sleep-deprived worker out of their warm beds.
Before being sent to the factory, these people had already learned obedience, how to line up, and how to follow instructions. After queuing for breakfast, they began their formal training. A teacher whose perpetually grim expression made him look decidedly unapproachable began teaching them to read and write common characters.
In the corners of the classroom, several shinobi stood watch with whips and clubs in hand. Their gazes were as sharp as hawks', constantly checking whether anyone was zoning out or slacking off.
Once the workers became literate, they would be easier to manage. As long as they could read and understand the factory's rules themselves, the managers would no longer need to explain and emphasize them over and over.
Besides literacy, they also needed to learn basic operating procedures, and of course, the Chakra Extraction Technique. Under such immense pressure to learn, the laborers were forced into a constant sweat, terrified that they might displease the teachers and shinobi around them and get whipped on the spot.
But learning was not something people could accomplish simply because they wanted to. Faced with these dull-witted students, the impatient shinobi finally showed their true colors. Whips cracked, and curses flew everywhere-
"Are you a pig? You can't even learn this?"
"How dare you let your mind wander?"
A whip slammed viciously onto a desk. With a crack of splitting wood, it left a deep lash mark across the surface. The laborers trembled in fear, but these seemingly vicious shinobi were actually pitiful beasts of burden being exploited themselves.
They had no choice. The ultimate demon king, Tobirama Senju, was breathing down their necks. If they fell