After speaking, Akira let silence breathe.
The room was no longer noisy; it was heavy—full of thoughts that nobody had dared to think before.
Then he clapped his hands three times.
Tak. Tak. Tak.
The doors opened.
A small group of academy students walked in, each carrying thick bundles of books twice the size of their chests. Their faces were nervous but proud—after all, the former Hokage himself had asked them to volunteer.
They walked between the rows, distributing the stacks.
Not scrolls.
Not mission reports.
Books.
Every ninja, civilian, and even visitors took one out of curiosity. The cover was plain, but the title in bold letters made their eyebrows rise:
"Chakra Engineering."
Ninjas blinked.
Engineering?
They turned the page. The next section introduced concepts written with diagrams, sketches, and strange vocabulary—bridges made of chakra, irrigation canals powered by jutsu, infrastructure driven by elemental styles.
Each following page opened new worlds:
Cable Chakra Engineering
—Using chakra strings for power grids, communications, and structural reinforcement.
Robotic Chakra Engineering
—Constructing puppet systems not for war, but agriculture, mining, transportation, and healthcare assistance.
Chakra Infrastructure Engineering
—Earth, water, and wood-nature users designing entire cities in months instead of decades.
There were dozens of subfields, each page filled with sketches, formulas, and application examples.
Some examples were small:
Water-style frost preservation units
Earth-style community shelters
Wind-style village ventilation systems
Some were world-shaking:
Climate Manipulation & Geo-Chakra Engineering
Controls weather systems using chakra — rainfall activation, cloud seeding seals, desert greening, mountain formation, valley carving, and terrain harmonization.
Formation Chakra Engineering
— barrier systems for disaster defense, not battlefields.
Bio-Ninjutsu & Genetic Chakra Engineering
Future med-tech meets biology — modifying plant and animal chakra, creating healing organisms, tailoring bloodlines, curing Kekkei Genkai degeneration, and enhancing ninja physiology.
Agricultural Chakra Bio-Tuning
— sustaining crops year-round.
Even the elders leaned forward—eyes wide, unsure whether to laugh, cry, or rethink their entire existence.
Because this was not theory.
This was purpose.
A way for shinobi to become creators instead of destroyers.
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A few minutes passed.
The murmurs died down. Heads lifted from the books. Eyes, once skeptical, now stared toward Akira with something frighteningly close to reverence.
He clapped his hands again—three crisp echoes.
Tak. Tak. Tak.
The hall snapped back to attention as if an unseen string tugged at every spine.
Akira smiled—not arrogantly, but with the calm of someone who had already walked farther than anyone here could imagine.
"These books," he said, "are only written up to B-Level ( new system ).What you might call jonin standard."
A ripple of disbelief flashed across the crowd.
"This is one field," Akira continued. "I did not have enough time to write the rest. So this—" he tapped the book gently, "—is my wisdom for now. The future paths… you must walk and build yourselves."
Those words alone ignited something new in the hall.
Because Akira Uchiha had not merely declared topics.
He gave them a blueprint.
Hundreds of jutsu—illustrated, dissected, and repurposed for creation, not war. No one could understand how an eleven-year-old mind could conceive so much.
Jiraiya, Tsunade and people from Konoha looked at Akira from their seat.
Relief warmed their chest—they succeeded.
Akira continued:
"From now on, academy children will not first learn how to kill or destroy. They will learn Chakra Engineering, Medical science, Prosthetic creation. Climate manipulation, Infrastructure formation."
His voice deepened.
"Ninja will stop being weapons. They will become healers, builders, and protectors."
He swept his gaze across every corner.
"You all are unfortunate—for you were born in an age where a child's first lesson was murder."
Silence crashed.
"But you are also fortunate. Because you are the ones who will witness the changing of an era—an era of endless war into an age of peace."
A thunderous gravity filled the air.
"This concludes the third day of the Summit. The next session… will be in one month."
He spread a hand outward.
"You may return to your villages. And return with more people—more questions—more answers."
"The next topic will be political structure of the world."
He paused, and then:
"But before that—your first mission."
Every ninja stiffened.
This was the first ever task issued by the Imperial Council.
"Capture all bandits."
Shock widened every eye.
"If they have committed heinous crimes—execute them immediately. If not, capture them alive. Give them a chance to redeem themselves."
He gestured to the books again.
"This world is entering modernization. Roads, bridges, rivers, cities—these people will be given the choice to build what they once destroyed."
He bowed slightly.
"Next time, I hope there are more of you than today. Thank you for attending."
The applause did not simply erupt—it exploded.
A roaring, cathartic uproar as if the future itself was being clapped into existence.
For the first time in history, people weren't cheering for power.
They were cheering for purpose.
Among them, the most shaken was Nagato.
His hands trembled—not from rage, but from relief.
Because Akira had accomplished what Nagato once walked through hell for.
Akira was everything he and Yahiko dreamed of—and more.
He had used violence when needed, but did not cling to it.
He sought unity not through domination, but through transformation.
Nagato lowered his head.
Finally, someone existed who understood their dream—who could achieve what they had failed to.
And Nagato swore, quietly, fiercely—
He would devote everything—pain, heart, and power—to the world Akira envisioned.
Because for the first time since Yahiko died…
Nagato believed peace was real.
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