Japan's centers of power were all concentrated in Tokyo.
The emperor, the prime minister, cabinet ministers, military leaders, the heads of financial conglomerates...
As long as he controlled all these people with genjutsu, all of Japan would effectively be in his hands.
Then twenty percent of its iron output would amount to a vast quantity of resources.
"Tokyo..."
Itachi murmured the name, a sharp gleam flashing through his eyes.
His figure flickered, and he vanished into the mountain forest, racing toward Tokyo.
As he sped onward, Itachi saw more and more people.
Towns, villages, farmland, markets...
This world's civilization was even more advanced than he had learned from the woodcutter's memories.
Although they had no ninjutsu, their technology, agriculture, and handicrafts had all developed to a fairly impressive level.
The markets were filled with a dazzling array of goods.
Grain, cloth, pottery, ironware, jewelry... They had everything.
Vendors shouted their wares while customers haggled, creating a lively, bustling scene.
What caught Itachi's attention even more was the railway track.
A black railway track stretched in from the distance, and along it, a steel behemoth belching white smoke roared past with a thunderous rumble.
"So that's... a train?"
Itachi's pupils contracted slightly.
Although he had already learned of trains from the woodcutter's memories, seeing one with his own eyes still shook him considerably.
Without chakra, relying solely on ordinary human ingenuity, they had actually managed to create something so fearsome.
This world's technology was far more advanced than he had imagined.
Itachi concealed himself among the crowd, quietly watching it all.
A trace of complicated emotion involuntarily arose in his heart.
Such peaceful, prosperous scenes were rarely seen in the Shinobi World.
The Shinobi World was plagued by incessant warfare year after year. Great nations played their games, small nations suffered,