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Yugito Nii, eighteen years old, ecial Jonin of Kumogakure.
Her long, tea-brown hair was styled in a braid that reached her waist, giving the fleeting impression of reins.
(Due to reasons we all uand, her age has been adjusted.)
Yugito possessed a haughty personality. Standing over 170 timeters tall, she often carried herself with a queenly air. However, she could also be uanding ale, making her a cssic example of a tough exterior hiding a warm heart.
At this point in time, she was still just an ordinary Special Jonin of Kumogakure, not yet the Two-Tails Jinchuriki.
During her leisure time, when not on missions, she enjoyed visiting the local food stalls to buy a couple of warm milk and dorayaki treats, followed by browsing the bookstore for titles favored by sophisticated ninja.
One day, Yugito, with a bag of snacks in haered a small bookstore he vilge outskirts, seeking some intellectual nourishment.
A magazih a fresh and eye-catg cover, dispyed promily on the front shelf, quickly caught her attention.
Its unique aesthetic design was somewhat avant-garde for ninjas aced to living on the edge.
Yugito read the magaziitle aloud, a hint of curiosity in her voice:
“…‘Iki’? What a strange name.”
During this era in the shinobi world, most book titles were straightforward and easy to uand.
For example, there were titles like “Make-Out Paradise,” “Make-Out Tactics,” and “Make-Out Violence” by the esteemed Jiraiya-sama… There was also “The Young Ninja,” which had retly caused quite a stir in Kumogakure. More serious titles included uninspired periodiames like “icles of the Land of Lightning” and “The Legend of Ninja XX.”
However, the peculiar two-character title “Iki,” despite no clue about its tents, somehow resonated with Yugito.
She stepped forward, took the magazine from the shelf, and casually flipped to the first page-
[In Konohagakure…]
“Hmm? Is this about Konohagakure?”
Yugito’s brow furrowed slightly. The retionship between Kumogakure and Konohagakure had always been strained.
Moreover, her vis, her ninja way, were tered around Kumogakure.
If the following tent boasted about the strength of Konoha ninjas or the prosperity of Konoha, She would not hesitate to throw the book away a it to the authorities.
However, as her gaze moved downwards, Yugito’s frown gradually softened.
“Huh, bandits robbing a store? It seems Konoha’s public safety isn’t all that great~”
“But the vilgers of Konoha are quite iing. Even though the shopkeeper chose to accept his loss, they still voluntarily offered money…”
“The vilgers of Konoha are quite kind.”
Yugito nodded in approval. She was a ninja with traditional values.
Ninjas were ninjas, and ordinary vilgers were ordinary vilgers. The gap between them was greater than that between humans and dogs.
The strength of a hidden vilge had nothing to do with its ordinary vilgers.
Therefore, the tent of this article essentially had nothing to do with ninjas. It was merely a story about a small i in Konoha.
From her perspective, this “Konoha Shop Utack” was clearly written by a person who failed to grasp that the strength of a hidden vilge depended on the number of powerful ninjas it possessed.
However, one could glimpse the whole from a single part.
Through these simple words, Yugito still sehe virtuous qualities of the Konoha vilgers, qualities that the rough and tough vilgers of Kumogakure cked.
“They’re so well-mannered~”
“Sigh~”
Yugito sighed. Manners…
A sliver of longing for Konoha bloomed in her heart. Of course, this longing wasn’t a ninja’s yearning for powerful jutsu.
Instead, it was a yearning for the well-mannered vilgers of Konoha. As the ent at the end of the article suggested, proteg such vilgers might offer a sense of soce amidst the hardships. In that regard, she ehe Konoha ninjas.
As a Special Jonin, Yugito had pleted numerous missions and was well aware of the general demeanor of the on folk in Kumogakure and the Land of Lightning…
In the rough-and-tumble Kumogakure, ses of shopkeepers pensation and vilgers voluntarily paying were unheard of. Is of shoplifting, ninja tool store robberies, and brawls with stily cd shopkeepers were onpce.
Yugito casually flipped through a few more pages, disc that most of the tent resembled travelogues, doting the s awarming stories from various nations in the shinobi world.
Such writing was undoubtedly novel and impactful fito, allowio experience life beyond the perspective of a ninja.
She nodded in satisfa and, with the book in hand, made her way to the cashier to pay.
In front of and behind her, a long queue had formed. Many of those waiting shared a onality: they all held copies of “Iki.”
A vilger with dreadlocks and dark skin, engrossed in the magazine, suddenly started dang and ting inprehensible words:
“Very good. Iki, makes my inspiration spin~”
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Yugito’s purchase of the magazine was a mi of a phenomenon sweeping the entire shinobi world.
Simir ses pyed out among the ninja css across the Freat Nations.
Initially, the mert css hadn’t paid much attention to this small magazine. However, things ged when nobles, even royalty, within their respective nations started carrying or mentioning “Iki” during important gatherings.
Catering to one’s preferences.
This simple principle applied everywhere. To uand the new is of these greedy, pot-bellied nobles and the test market trends, merts also joihe ranks of “Iki” purchasers.
For a time, the most discussed topic among the mert css of the Freat Nations became-
“Have you read the new magazine, ‘Iki’? My noble friends are all reading it.”
The more it was discussed, the more attention it garnered, leading to increased admiration for the friendly civilians of Konoha and the Land of Fire.
Like a gentle rain seeping into the earth, the influence was subtle yet pervasive.
Konoha vilgers = Citizens of the Land of Fire = Friendly and well-mannered potential er base. This peculiar equation quietly embedded itself into the stereotypes of many merts.
Of course, many merts who had prior dealings with Konoha vilgers denouhis as a spiracy by the “ing and despicable Konoha people.”
However, such voices were drowned out by the dominant narrative, being insignifit ripples in a vast o.
Thus-
Gojo Kaigetsu’s pn to ihe Freat Nations achieved its initial phase of victory.
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To Be tinued...
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