"In my long life, the deepest lesson I've learned is..."
"If you want to survive in this damned world, you must become a villain."
"If you want to live to the end!"
"Then you must become worse than everyone else!"
"I will climb step by step to become the worst!"
In a certain pleasure house in the Land of Hot Water, Kaito, disguised as Kakuzu, enjoyed—no, endured—his rigorous training while muttering these positive affirmations to motivate himself.
After wandering the Shinobi World for a few days, he found the outside world to be incredibly free.
Here, you could witness all manner of evils: forcing the innocent into prostitution, hiring shinobi to kill debtors, openly abducting women on the streets...
You could even see shinobi who had just mastered the Three Basic Techniques swaggering around, treating civilians as less than human.
In short.The darkness of this real world far surpasses that depicted in anime.
So-called good people...
They truly struggle to survive in this era.
For the past three days, Kaito had been walking around wearing Kakuzu's face.
Not only did he have to pull all-nighters for Cultivation of Immortality, but he also had to visit brothels during the day to complete system tasks.
The Path of Cultivation begins with a single step...
Visiting each establishment was no easy feat.
And besides...
Cultivation burned through money. Kaito would rather spend it on his foolish little brother than waste it in brothels.
"Lord Kakuzu, you must be joking."
"Someone like you..."
"How bad could you really be?"
The masseuse was quite understanding. She had heard countless complaints from clients—good or bad, she didn't care.
All she wanted to know was how much this big spender would tip her later.
Kaito shifted slightly, slowly opening his eyes to glance at the woman caked in pounds of makeup before him.
"You think I'm joking?"
"Sir, you're so funny..."
The masseuse covered her mouth with a light laugh, completely dismissing his words.
There was no helping it—sometimes, work was just like this. Whether it was a terminally ill mother or a gambling-addicted father...
All just part of the act.
Yet, the client's next words froze her smile in place, leaving her stiff and rooted to the spot.
"I'm out of money."
Her expression remained frozen for a solid two and a half minutes. When she finally snapped out of it, she wiped her hands in disgust, recoiled violently, and turned to shout outside.
"Madam! Someone's trying to skip out on the bill!!"
Kaito: ?
Hearing the accusation of "skipping the bill," Kaito's face darkened instantly.
I'm here for rigorous training...
And it's just a proper foot wash—don't make it sound so vulgar.
Thud! Thud! Thud!—
Footsteps pounded as several muscular men, armed with clubs, stormed into the room with menacing glares.
"Hey, punk! You think you can skip out on us and live?"
"Get him! Break this brat!"
"Perfect timing—the black market needs fresh test subjects... You're done for, kid!"
Before they could finish, Kaito moved first. His figure vanished from the spot just as their clubs were raised. Blood sprayed as they collapsed in unison, pooling on the floor.
"Ahhh!!!"
The masseuse shrieked, stumbling out of the room in panic.
Three minutes later...
Kaito weighed the hefty pouch of coins in his hand, then glanced back at the brothel and the two adjacent gambling dens. Blood-red words were scrawled across their walls:
"Raided by the Akatsuki Organization's Kakuzu."
Satisfied, he turned and left.
"Dogs."
Runtu poked his head out, voicing his opinion toward the brothel's entrance.
"I know, those guys were real scum."
Runtu: "..."
Misunderstood, Runtu could only roll his eyes at his master before ducking back into the backpack.
"Time to move again."
Kaito sighed to himself, pulling up the system to check his task progress.
[Task Progress: 360/]
After three grueling days of training, he had mostly figured out the task mechanics.
Each session had to last a full hour to count, and each establishment had a cap of six sessions.
All-night training + physical bonuses granted a 10x multiplier.
Though restrictive, at least this world had more brothels and gambling dens than convenience stores in his past life.The reason he destroyed the brothel wasn't just about lacking money or stirring up trouble—there was another major reason: to force a reset and refresh of his cultivation locations.
As for the casinos...
Well, that was just a side task.
He hadn't been on this cultivation path for long, but these past three days had already given him plenty of experience and insights.
By his estimates, reaching Foundation Establishment might take just under a month. But causing a little chaos across the Shinobi World in the meantime...
Wouldn't be much of an issue.
And if he truly needed power, that wouldn't be a problem either—because the great ancestors of the Uchiha would bestow him with formidable strength...
After completing his cultivation within the Land of Hot Water, Kaito detected the presence of stray dogs nearby and left the scene amidst a chorus of "barks."
Coincidentally, just as he was leaving, a white-haired sage arrived at the entrance of the last remaining brothel in the Land of Hot Water, his expression utterly numb.
Hunched over, he stared at the half-demolished brothel as if he had aged decades in an instant, his eyes completely devoid of light.
"Bastard!!"
"Kakuzu... What the hell have you done?!"
These past few days, Jiraiya had felt like the entire world was conspiring against him. Every time he wanted to enjoy some wine and women, to "relieve poverty" at a brothel and wash away his exhaustion, he'd find that one after another had been shut down.
No sooner would he scout out a new location than he'd see a line of bloody words scrawled at the entrance: "Eradicator of Vice and Corruption—Kakuzu of the Akatsuki Organization."
Standing there, Jiraiya looked utterly deflated, needing a full half-hour to recover even slightly.
But as he prepared to leave, he turned back to stare at those bloody words for a long time, muttering under his breath.
"Akatsuki... Just what are you planning...?"
Jiraiya wasn't the only one suffering. Tsunade, who had just entered the Land of Hot Water intending to indulge in some gambling, was equally frustrated.
BANG—
"What kind of joke is this?!"
"Why isn't there a single casino left in this damn country?!"
Tsunade roared in fury, stomping so hard the ground tiles shattered beneath her.
"Maybe... you should just take a break?"
"Missing a few rounds of gambling won't hurt."
Shizune tried to console her, genuinely afraid that if Tsunade—the legendary "biggest sucker"—kept this up, they'd soon be back to skipping meals and dodging debt collectors.
Though, admittedly...
Shizune had to admit that this Kakuzu guy had done a pretty good job.
"No!" Tsunade gnashed her teeth, her stubbornness flaring up. "It's been 23 hours since my last game!"
"I will gamble today!"
Once Tsunade set her mind on gambling, no one could stop her. With that declaration, she swung her arms and marched forward.
"I refuse to believe there isn't a single casino left in the Land of Hot Water!"
"Shizune! Keep up!"
Meanwhile...
Konoha Village, Root Headquarters—
Danzo, who had been severely injured by Shisui, finally awoke from his coma.
Thankfully, he hadn't brought his Mangekyō Sharingan with him—otherwise, not only would he have been left critically wounded, but he would've also lost the precious eyes he had worked so hard to obtain.
Struggling to sit up on his bed, Danzo slowly questioned the two Root operatives standing before him.
"These past few days... Has the Uchiha clan made any moves?"
The two Root ninja exchanged glances for three full seconds before one of them lowered his head and stammered,
"Yes... Fugaku's son, Uchiha Kaito, is dead."
Thud—
Almost before the words had fully left the man's mouth, Danzo snatched a kunai and plunged it into the Root ninja's throat.
Clutching his neck, the operative collapsed to the ground, convulsing twice before finally succumbing to death.
"Bastards! Who gave you the order to act without my permission?!"
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