Konoha: Reforge the glory of Uchiha!

In the ninja world, the separation of military and political affairs was thorough, forming two distinct systems. This allowed the "insects" to act unscrupulously, deceiving superiors and subordinates.

The Daimyo wouldn't dare let ninjas interfere in government affairs. What if a genius among them discovered the allure of handling government affairs? It would be enjoyable to make money with just a few changes. This was much faster than earning money through missions.

The ancient rules, established over thousands of years, might be broken. To trap this group of ninjas, the ancestors had spent considerable effort and resources to establish these rules.

Allowing ninjas to interfere in government affairs was like inviting wolves into the fold. If Uchiha Nan proposed to the Daimyo that he replace the court's idle ministers with capable ones, the Daimyo wouldn't worry about accusations of unauthorized dismissals.

Konoha would arrange the evidence meticulously. With a bit of trickery, they'd ensure confessions were clear, and all the dirty deeds from three lifetimes were exposed.

Then the Daimyo would swear that all his ministers were incorruptible, and the Hokage wouldn't worry.

However, this time he played a marginal role. Uchiha Nan merely wanted to conduct small business and earn some money. He understood the current rules of the ninja world and sought the Daimyo's opinion before proceeding.

Naturally, the Daimyo agreed to profit from these "insects."

The "insects" quarreled for a while and noticed fewer people present. The smart ones had quietly exited.

Realizing the situation couldn't be reversed, they accepted the facts and quickly sent people to the futures hall to buy. Although the current price wasn't the lowest, the profit was still significant.

Stay and argue, and they'd only end up with scraps.

"Miso soup is so delicious."

Kakuzu smacked his lips, savoring the miso soup's flavor.

The last time he drank miso soup was months ago. He had ordered a bowl in a restaurant to get closer to a mission target, sipping slowly before reaching him.

At that time, he was so focused on mission completion that he didn't even savor the miso soup. Now, he regretted it.

Kakuzu pushed open the door of the trading hall. It was night, yet the lights were bright. The atmosphere was livelier than when he left that afternoon, with even more people present.

Originally, Kakuzu could find a seat in the trading hall, but now it was crowded, with long queues at each trading window.

The shouts and curses of those waiting in line were endless.

Kakuzu pushed through the crowd, squeezed to the door with difficulty. Before figuring out the situation, how could there be so many more people in the trading hall suddenly?

The first thing he did was check the pig iron price. When he saw it, Kakuzu's breathing quickened, his dark green pupils shrank, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

Kakuzu's mouth opened subconsciously, his hands trembling slightly.

Did I see the price wrong?

Kakuzu rubbed his eyes in disbelief, wondering if he was seeing things. He hadn't had miso soup for ages. Could it be that mushrooms in the miso soup caused hallucinations?

No, he wasn't mistaken.

The price of pig iron had risen again!

Not just by one or two levels, it had doubled again.

Master White Fang's account had reached over 40 million ryo!

In just the time it took to eat, Master White Fang made another 20 million ryo?

Making money is as easy as breathing!

This thought popped into Kakuzu's mind again. Before, he thought he understood the saying, but now he realized he had been shallow.

His perspective was too small.

Endless regrets surged in his heart. He wanted to increase his position before eating; why did he hesitate, why did he think about waiting longer?

He missed the opportunity to make a fortune again!

The price of pig iron had doubled again, so should he enter now?

The same question confronted Kakuzu once more.

Leeks always hesitated, watching prices rise bit by bit, too timid to make decisive moves, just watching from the sidelines.

For the miserly Kakuzu, every penny and sum of money was life-saving. He was like a Pixiu, able only to intake wealth. The psychological state of a leek was perfectly reflected in him now.

"Make way."

Someone behind him pushed Kakuzu aside, rushing to the end of the queue with a wad of money, eager to buy.

Kakuzu recognized this person, wasn't he the former owner of the weapons store, and even he was playing futures?

"It's up again!"

"Hahaha, I said futures could make money. Luckily, I added another position this afternoon!"

The price kept rising, and waves of cheers erupted. These were the lucky ones who entered the market that afternoon. They caught the large-scale buying initiated by the "insects," driving the pig iron price higher. Now they cheered continuously.

It was their first time experiencing easy money-making, celebrating the correct decisions made that afternoon.

But these celebrations grated on Kakuzu's ears.

He was the one who came first. Whether it was discovering futures or getting White Fang's secret book, he was miles ahead. Why did they make money faster than him?

This isn't fair.

Kakuzu, who had planned to consult the secret book to calm down before deciding, began to waver.

As ninjas, calmness and caution were their survival tools. The slightest mistake could be fatal, costing them their lives.

Kakuzu knew this well. The same applied to money-making; decisions required a clear mind.

Kakuzu was uneasy, with cheers in his ears and eyes fixed on the rising pig iron price, unable to calm down.

Every second was torture. Should he increase his position? What if prices fell after buying? There was no war now. The pig iron price was abnormally high.

The ninja's intuition allowed Kakuzu to resist the urge to add to his position.

Kakuzu left the trading hall, breathing in the fresh air. Materialism ruled the hall, with endless shouts and screams. Only by escaping these external factors could Kakuzu find peace.

Think calmly.

Kakuzu recalled Master White Fang's secret book. What did it say? "I take what others abandon, and vice versa!"

Everyone is dead, except me!

For a moment, Kakuzu's mind cleared. He felt he should go against the trend. The pig iron price would inevitably fall, and he should sell now!

Someone must be manipulating the market, trying to raise pig iron prices and cut off these leeks' money!

I, Kakuzu, have obtained Master White Fang's true secrets, so I won't be deceived.

SELL!

He must sell in advance!

When prices fall, it will be too late!

Kakuzu suddenly grew impatient. Now he couldn't delay; he had to sell all his more than 200,000 ryo in futures!

With determination, Kakuzu returned to the futures hall door and eagerly opened it.

The crowds, the roars of celebration, and the impatient shouts of people in line were still there.

Humph, these leeks!

Kakuzu watched the carnival of leeks coldly, pushed aside those still queuing, and strode to the waiter's window without queuing.

Queue?

He would never wait in line!

Time is money; what if prices dropped while he queued?

However, Kakuzu's behavior immediately sparked public outrage. Everyone queued, but he cut in.

But when Kakuzu displayed his terrifying murderous intent, all anger vanished.

Kakuzu's fist was so big!

"I want to sell!"

"Um?"

"Are you sure you want to sell?"

The service staff questioned their hearing. The pig iron price had risen significantly that afternoon, still climbing. Why sell now?

"Yes, I want to sell!"

Kakuzu's decisive voice made those around him laugh, but they covered their mouths, fearing to make a sound.

Kakuzu noted the suspicious glances around him.

"What are you looking at? You're all leeks. If prices fall, I won't be able to kill you!"

Kakuzu took his money, confidently shouting at the people around him, then departed the trading floor.

These leeks don't understand futures at all!

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