One of Kenta's weekly lessons was History of the Land of Fire, one of Kenta's favorites, not because he particularly enjoyed history, but because it gave him a deeper understanding of the world he now lived in.
His instructor,Masaru, was a walking encyclopedia who spoke with like someone who had memorized every word he had ever read.
"The Land of Fire," Masaru began, pointing to a large map that hung on the wall, "is not just the wealthiest of the Five Great Nations. It is also the most strategically positioned. Our lush forests, fertile lands, and temperate climate make us the breadbasket of the continent. But that prosperity has always come at a cost."
Kenta leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "A cost?"
Masaru nodded. "Our resources have made us a target for neighboring nations throughout history. Wars have been fought, treaties have been signed and broken, all because others sought to take what we have. This is why the alliance with Konohagakure was established. The Hidden Leaf Village protects us, and in turn, we provide them with funding and resources."
Kenta tapped his chin thoughtfully. "So the Land of Fire is strong because it's got both wealth and shinobi strength backing it up?"
"Precisely," Masaru said. "But remember, strength is not static. It must be maintained, and that requires strong leadership. Your grandfather understands this, which is why he invests so much in diplomacy and governance."
Kenta absorbed the information like a sponge.
Later that afternoon, Kenta found himself in another room, this one filled with scrolls written in various languages. His language tutor, a soft-spoken woman named Akiko, was teaching him the basics of deciphering ancient texts.
"Why do I need to learn this?" Kenta asked, squinting at a scroll covered in strange symbols.
Akiko smiled. "Because knowledge is power, young master. These texts contain information about the history of the shinobi world, old alliances, and even forgotten techniques. A leader who can understand the past is better equipped to shape the future."
Kenta couldn't argue with that. As much as he preferred action to studying, he knew that having access to ancient knowledge could be a game-changer. He carefully copied the symbols onto a piece of parchment, committing them to memory.
"Besides," Akiko added with a sly smile, "if you ever find yourself dealing with a rival nation, being able to read their language could give you an advantage in negotiations...or even in war."
Kenta grinned. "Okay, now you've sold me on it."
That night, Kenta had another rare audience with his grandfather, the Daimyo. The two of them sat in the Daimyo's private garden.
"Kenta," the Daimyo said, his voice calm and loving, "what do you think makes a person strong?"
Kenta thought for a moment, recalling his lessons. "Their skills? Their knowledge? Their power?"
The Daimyo smiled faintly. "Those are all important, but they are not what I'm referring to. True strength lies in one's ability to make choices and to live with the consequences of those choices."
Kenta tilted his head, confused. "What do you mean?"
The Daimyo gestured to the garden around them. "Every decision we make, no matter how small, shapes the world around us. As a leader, you will be faced with choices that carry great consequences. Some will bring prosperity, while others may bring pain. The question is not whether you will make the right choice because there is rarely a 'right' answer. The question is whether you will have the courage to stand by your decisions and take responsibility for them."
Kenta felt a chill run down his spine. It was a heavy lesson, but one that made sense. In his previous life, he had lived recklessly, rarely thinking about the consequences of his actions. But here, in this new life, he would have to be different. He would have to be smarter, stronger, and more responsible.
'Grandpa though is not anything like I imagined him to be. Was not he supposed to be meek and scared of Danzo when he became old? Something must have happened that had changed him. But what?..... Don't tell me....Danzo was not reinstated as the Hokage after Minato died and Shisui died after that. The Damiyo was scared of him after Hiruzen died. This all makes sense. He might have used Kotoamatsukami on Grandpa. What a fucking asshole!!' Kenta thought angrily.
'Just you wait Danzo, I would make your life hell as soon as I have enough strength as well as political power. I am not getting stabbed by blades in this life...no matter what!'
Kenta's final lesson of the week revolved around Shinobi Affairs, a subject he found endlessly fascinating. Takumi, his diplomacy tutor, returned to explain the relationships between the Land of Fire and the various ninja villages.
"The Hidden Leaf Village is our closest ally," Takumi explained, pointing to a map. "They are our protectors, and we fund their operations in exchange for their loyalty. But we can't let Konoha become very strong."
Kenta nodded, his eyes fixed on the map. "So we have to keep them happy while also making sure they don't grow too powerful? Why don't we want our military to become very strong?"
Takumi replied, "If Konoha becomes too strong, it would start getting missions and money from other countries. They would stop relying on us and thus could oppose the Daimyō."
"Politics is a game of balance, young master. Trust is important, but so is caution. Never give more than you are willing to lose."
Kenta thought,'I see. Now I know why the Daimyō did not just give out money to help village rebuild after it was destroyed after Pain's attack. Grandpa is the richest Daimyō after all. But still, Konoha got a lot weaker after facing multiple shinobi villages at once in three shinobi great wars. I would have to ensure that the same does not happen since Konoha would be the ones to protect me and follow my orders. Also, I don't want weaker subordinates.'