The Iron Fist Chamber of Commerce Is Founded, Aiming to Become the Shinobi World's Greatest Conglomerate

Watching the bustling construction, Kenya decided to expand and strengthen his overseas forces.

The three of them couldn't simply shut themselves away on a deserted island and expect to get anywhere.

Resources for training, food supplies, and the enormous funds needed to recruit troops in the future.

All of these required an established commercial network to support them.

"Money might be vulgar, but it's hard currency in the Shinobi World."

Kenya rubbed his chin.

He remembered Gato from the original story, the tyrannical merchant who controlled the entire Land of Waves' economic lifeline.

Although Gato was an ordinary man without chakra, he was quite adept at amassing wealth through the rogue samurai and gangs under his command.

Wasn't he a ready-made "ATM" and commercial stepping stone?

A month later.

All the infrastructure at the deserted island base was complete.

Kenya left Haku to watch over the base and took Zabuza with him, rowing the small black iron wood boat to a seaside town in the Land of Waves.

This was the Land of Waves' busiest port, as well as the heart of Gato's operations.

The streets bustled with people and were lined with shops.

Wearing flashy beach shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, Kenya swaggered ahead with a toothpick in his mouth.

Zabuza had changed into a black robe, with a brand-new greatsword strapped to his back.

It was a weapon Kenya had custom-made for him from high-density black iron wood, weighing three times more than his original Kubikiribōchō.

The two had just toured the town and sat down in a tavern.

Trouble came knocking.

"Bang!"

Someone kicked the tavern door open.

A short, sleazy-looking man in an expensive suit and sunglasses walked in, surrounded by a group of vicious-looking wandering samurai.

It was none other than Gato, the Land of Waves' underground ruler.

Gato held his head high, looking down his nose at everyone.

He walked straight up to Kenya and Zabuza's table, pulled a thick stack of contract documents from inside his jacket, and slammed them onto the table.

"So you're the brat who's been claiming an island in the Mist Sea as his own little kingdom lately?"

Gato adjusted his sunglasses, his tone arrogant and overbearing.

"My men told me there's some especially hard black wood on your island."

"I've taken a liking to your island and its timber."

"Sign this contract and hand over the island and all its logging rights, and I'll reward you with a hundred thousand ryo as severance pay!"

The moment Gato finished speaking.

The dozens of wandering samurai behind him drew their swords and surrounded Kenya's table, leaving no gaps.

Their blades gleamed coldly, poised to hack the two to death at the slightest disagreement.

The other drinkers hurriedly paid their bills and fled, terrified of getting caught up in the trouble.

Kenya didn't even glance at the contract.

He picked up the ale on the table, gulped down a large mouthful, then let out a satisfied belch.

"A hundred thousand ryo?"

Kenya raised an eyebrow, looking at Gato with the hint of a smile.

"Are you tossing scraps to a beggar?"

"Any single piece of my black iron wood could sell for a million ryo on the black market."

"If you're going to force a deal on someone, shouldn't you first consider whether you've got what it takes?"

Kenya's indifferent attitude enraged Gato.

No one in the Land of Waves had ever dared speak to him like this!

"You little brat! You've got a death wish!"

Gato slammed the table and pointed at Kenya's nose, cursing furiously.

"Here in the Land of Waves, I, Gato, am heaven! I am the law!"

"Since you refuse to do this the easy way, don't blame me for getting ruthless!"

"Chop them into mincemeat and throw them into the sea to feed the fish!"

At Gato's command, dozens of wandering samurai immediately charged at Kenya with strange cries, their swords raised.

Faced with this pack of savage thugs.

Kenya didn't even lift an eyelid, remaining seated steadily in his chair.

"Zabuza, stretch your muscles a little."

He gave the order casually.

"Yes, boss."

Zabuza, who had remained silent all this time, abruptly raised his head.

A glint of cruelty flashed through those icy eyes that had once made the Land of Water tremble.

After spending a month hauling black iron wood on the deserted island, he had long been seething with frustration and had nowhere to vent it.

"Clang!"

A low, heavy sword note rang out.

Zabuza reached back and drew the black iron wood greatsword from his back.

He used no ninjutsu, nor did he use any chakra.

He simply swung the immensely heavy black iron greatsword with brute force, sweeping it across the wandering samurai charging at him!

"Whoosh!"

The black iron greatsword whipped up a terrifying blast of wind.

Before the wandering samurai could even swing their swords, the door-sized greatsword smashed into their chests.

"Crack! Crack!"

The sounds of breaking bones rang out one after another.

"Aah!!!"

Piercing screams echoed through the tavern.

The dozen or so wandering samurai at the front were like golf balls struck into the air.

They were instantly sent flying, smashing through the tavern's tables, chairs, and walls before falling to the ground, their fates unknown.

That savage blow left the remaining wandering samurai dumbfounded.

Although they were outlaws who lived by the blade, they had never seen such terrifying strength that could overwhelm any technique!

That black greatsword was like a moving hill; a graze meant injury, and a direct hit meant death!

"M-monster!"

The wandering samurai were so terrified that they abandoned their weapons and armor, turned, and ran.

But how could Zabuza possibly let them escape?

He plunged among them like a tiger among sheep, his black iron greatsword flying up and down.

Every swing brought another chorus of screams.

In less than a minute.

All the dozens of wandering samurai Gato had brought lay on the ground, wailing incessantly.

The tavern was a complete wreck.

Gato had gone utterly rigid, not even noticing that his sunglasses had slipped to the tip of his nose.

The armed force he took such pride in hadn't even lasted a minute against this man with the black sword!

"Y-you... who exactly are you?!"

His legs trembling, Gato backed away step by step.

"I... I'm Gato! The richest man in the Land of Waves! If you dare touch me, the entire Land of Waves won't let you get away with it!"

Kenya rose and strolled over to Gato.

He extended a finger and lightly poked Gato's face, which was contorted with fear.

"The richest man?"

Kenya grinned.

"Sorry, but as of today, you're bankrupt."

"Your shipping company, your shops, your vaults-I'm requisitioning all of them."

"As for your businesses, from now on they'll all operate under the name 'Iron Fist Chamber of Commerce.'"

Hearing this, Gato dropped to his knees in terror.

A takeover by force!

This was even more gangster-like than an actual gangster like him!

But in this world, the one with the bigger fist ultimately called the shots.

Under Zabuza's murderous gaze.

With a miserable expression and trembling hands, Gato pulled a large ring of keys and a thick stack of property deeds from inside his jacket.