"President… what's the real purpose of the TV station? Can you tell me?"
Karin followed close beside Naruto as they walked through the eastern district of Red Sun Town.
There, towering high above the rooftops, stood a gleaming broadcast tower—its steel frame catching the light. Beside it loomed a massive modern building, the headquarters of Red Sun TV.
Inside, it was a technological marvel. Studios, recording rooms, editing bays—all state-of-the-art equipment Naruto had once wished into existence from a world far more advanced than theirs.
But the irony?
The place was nearly empty.
There weren't enough trained staff to fill even a single floor. The machines, so futuristic and complex, were collecting dust. Most workers were still fumbling through the basics—how to operate cameras, tune broadcast signals, adjust lighting. True professionals? None yet.
"When we get inside, I'll explain everything," Naruto said as they approached the doors. "The TV station is vital to our mission. I'm leaving it in your hands, Karin—don't let me down."
Her heart clenched. "Yes, President!" she said quickly, bowing her head.
The moment they stepped inside, greetings came from every direction.
"President!"
"President, Director Karin!"
"President!"
Naruto smiled and waved as they entered the main hall. Karin clapped her hands sharply.
"Everyone, stop what you're doing and come over! The president's going to speak!"
Within minutes, a few dozen workers—every employee the station had—gathered in front of him. Their faces were full of reverence and excitement. To them, Naruto wasn't just their leader. He was the man who had built a world where they could live with purpose and stability.
Naruto stepped up and cleared his throat.
"Alright," he began, smiling easily, "let's talk a bit. On the way here, Director Karin asked me a good question—'What's the main purpose of the TV station?' I'm sure all of you have wondered the same thing. So today, I'll tell you exactly why this place exists."
He gestured to the massive screen in the hall.
The staff quickly turned it on. Static filled the screen, followed by a flickering picture—grainy figures moving stiffly. Two cartoon characters danced and sang in clumsy, simple motions. When they changed the channel, it showed street footage, a riverside view, then another random scene of the village.
"Looks good?" Naruto asked lightly.
"Looks great!" the workers replied in unison, grinning.
They weren't lying—seeing any moving image still amazed them. In this world, even the simplest video was magic.
Naruto chuckled softly and shook his head.
"You know," he said, "our Red Sun Society makes its money mainly from electrical goods—especially televisions, sold through our Xinghai Shops. We sell TVs to fund everything we do. And up until now, it's worked. Sales spread across the Five Great Nations. Profits were booming…"
Everyone's faces brightened.
"…But now," Naruto continued calmly, "TVs aren't selling anymore."
The cheer vanished instantly. Even Karin's expression faltered.
Not selling?
That meant their income—the organization's lifeblood—would plummet. No income meant no growth, no expansion… maybe no Red Sun Society at all.
Naruto let the tension hang for a moment.
"Why?" he asked. "Why aren't people buying anymore?"
Silence. Dozens of eyes turned to him, waiting for the answer.
"Because…" Naruto pointed at the screen.
"Because this," he said simply. "These shows—you call them good. But they're not. They're boring."
Murmurs spread through the crowd.
"Think about it," Naruto continued, pacing slowly. "You eat fancy food once, and it's amazing. Twice, it's nice. Third time? You're sick of it. Humans are like that. We crave something new. The same dull scenes, the same singing puppets—at first, it's fresh. Then it's nothing."
He looked at them one by one. "That's why TVs stopped selling. People lost interest."
The crowd began to nod slowly. It made sense.
"So," Naruto said, voice firm now, "let's get to the real point. What's the purpose of Red Sun TV?"
He smiled.
"It's not to make money. It's not to sell televisions."
"The first purpose," he explained, "is simple—to fill those TVs with life. To create programs people actually want to watch—stories, news, music, shows that make them laugh and cry. Things they can't look away from. Once people get hooked, they'll never live without their TV again. It'll become part of their daily life—like food or sleep."
He pointed toward them, eyes bright.
"And when that happens, they'll buy more TVs. They'll watch every day. Our business will grow stronger than ever. The TV station isn't just a station—it's the heart of our network. The more engaging the content, the more the people will gather around it."
A spark lit in every face. They finally understood what their work meant.
For months they'd trained without knowing why. Now they saw the vision behind the machines.
But Naruto wasn't finished. His voice deepened.
"Of course," he said, "that's just the surface. Advertising and selling are small goals."
He looked around the hall, his tone turning serious.
"The real reason I built this TV station… is to give the people of the ninja world a voice."
The room went completely silent.
"You all come from different lands," Naruto said softly. "You've seen war, Conflict, Injustice. You've felt it—anger, confusion, helplessness. And yet, when ordinary people try to speak out, who listens? No one. When they cry, no one answers."
He began to pace again, slow and deliberate.
"In this world, only the powerful get to speak—the lords, the daimyo, the great shinobi. Their words shape nations. Their decisions cause wars. And the common people? They just listen. They have no choice but to listen."
He turned toward the massive screen again.
"But if we build this," he said, "if we spread TVs to every home in every nation—then we control a voice that reaches everyone. A signal that can't be silenced."
His eyes gleamed.
"With this, the Red Sun Society will have the power to speak to the world. To tell the truth no one else dares to say. To show people what justice really means. To share our dream of peace, unity, and a better future for all shinobi and civilians alike."
Naruto raised his hand toward the light spilling from the screen.
"When that day comes," he said, his voice rising, "our voice will be the loudest in the entire ninja world. And the world will finally listen."
Every person in the room stood a little taller. Their hearts pounded. Eyes burned.
They understood now.
Their work wasn't about selling products. It was about shaping the future. About giving the voiceless a way to be heard.
Karin looked at Naruto, eyes shining with awe.
That was the kind of leader he was—the kind who could turn a piece of technology into a revolution.
"Alright!" Naruto grinned suddenly, breaking the heavy air. "You've got your mission. Let's make the best damn shows this world has ever seen!"
"Yes, President!"
The hall erupted in cheers.
Now they knew.
They weren't here to sell televisions.
They were here to change the world.
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