Konoha's Medical Ninja: One Punch to beat up Madara

Chapter 402 - 402: What is Sarutobi Hiruzen good at?

(T/N: There is now a p.atreon for this work, and any new work I add will be dropped there first. check it out for an early release of up to 30 Chapters edited /INeedRest)

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Wanokuni!

With the support of Senju Hashirama, a true real estate tycoon, the traces of destruction left by the battle of several powerful figures had vanished without a trace.

The city's former prosperity had been restored.

The original Shogun's mansion and the nearby samurai residential area had been razed to the ground, replaced by Colt's palace and office.

Currently, Shikamaru was in charge of Wanokuni's government affairs, with hundreds of administrative talents transferred from the Ninja World to assist him.

Among the tens of thousands of ninjas, some were responsible for factory security, while others maintained law and order.

However, the vast majority were tasked with one crucial mission: brainwashing.

Dozens of schools had been built in record time, and ninjas had taken on the role of teachers.

Their duties included not only teaching basic physical training and swordsmanship but also ensuring that the people willingly accepted ninja rule, forgetting the so-called beast pirates, and the samurai before them.

Wanokuni was one of the future base camps designated by Colt, and there could be no fires in his own backyard.

This responsibility eventually fell to Sarutobi Hiruzen.

Professional tasks should be left to professionals, and when it came to brainwashing, Sarutobi Hiruzen was undoubtedly the ninja world's foremost expert.

A popular joke in the ninja world went like this:

{After a certain war, the former Five Kages held a meeting.

Raikage: "Sarutobi, a truce is fine, but you must hand over your brainwashing methods to me."

The other Kage: "That's right! We need to learn them too!"

Sarutobi Hiruzen: "What brainwashing? I'm simply passing on the Will of Fire to the younger generation."

The Four Kage: "Exactly! That's what we want to learn!"}

The old man had no other notable achievements in recent years, but when it came to propaganda work, Colt could rest easy.

Of course, Hiruzen couldn't be allowed to brainwash people into loyalty to himself—otherwise, Senju Tobirama would make sure Hiruzen learned the meaning of cruelty.

As Kozuki Hiyori gazed at the ever-changing Flower Capital, her expression was one of deep conflict.

"Denjiro, what should I do?"

Her voice was filled with confusion, and Denjiro's heart ached as he tried to comfort her.

"Hiyori-sama, please don't lose hope. What these ninjas are doing is calculated. They aim to tame the people of Wanokuni."

"Only you and the young lord truly care about this country."

Despite his words, Kozuki Hiyori still felt a profound sense of hopelessness.

Could her brother, Momonosuke, really reclaim Wanokuni from these people?

Given the current state of affairs, it might not be long before Wanokuni knew only Kamiyo Colt and had forgotten Kozuki Oden entirely.

"Was my mother's prophecy... truly accurate?"

As she looked out at the bustling city, Kozuki Hiyori wavered in her convictions for the first time.

Colt, however, had no interest in the young girl's inner turmoil.

Hiyori was already under close surveillance by a large number of Anbu.

If Momonosuke and the Red Scabbards appeared in two years, they would be arrested immediately.

With this, Kozuki Hiyori's importance only grew.

Early in the morning, after finishing his morning exercises, Colt walked into his office, supporting his waist.

He had been working very hard lately, and his guilt toward the girls couldn't be expressed with words alone.

He had to take real action.

If it weren't for the day's agenda, he might not have left the house at all.

"Why does it feel like a few people are missing..."

In the office, several seats were already occupied, but a number remained empty.

"Ahem!"

Shikamaru's face turned slightly red as he explained, "Um... Tsunade-sama and Hashirama-sama went to the casino yesterday. This morning, an Anbu summoned Madara-sama. It's probably about the debt."

Colt's lips twitched.

This was exactly the kind of behavior he expected from Tsunade and Hashirama—both were notorious for their gambling addictions.

Wanokuni's casinos were far more elaborate than those in the Ninja World, making them even more enticing to the two gambling enthusiasts.

Poor Madara, having to pay off Hashirama and his granddaughter's gambling debts.

Shouldn't that responsibility fall to Mito Uzumaki? Though she was dead.

"What about Kakashi and Jiraiya?" Colt pointed to the other empty seats.

Shikamaru's face grew even more embarrassed, and a hint of resentment crept into his voice.

"They went to the pleasure district to listen to some soothing 'music'... and they didn't take me with them."

"???"

Colt looked at Shikamaru strangely, not expecting his old friend to be such a person.

"No, no, no! I mean, they didn't want me to bother them," Shikamaru quickly corrected himself, realizing how his words had sounded.

The representatives from the other villages struggled to hold back their laughter.

The behavior of Konoha's elite was truly eye-opening.

"Since they didn't show up, forget it. Just inform them later," Colt sighed, unable to bear the thought of how far his comrades had strayed.

The style of this group had become far too outrageous!

"Bring him in."

The order was passed down, and a few minutes later, two Anbu escorted a flamboyantly dressed pirate into the office.

His swaggering steps came to an abrupt halt as his eyes landed on Colt.

His smile widened and he was about to issue his famous laugh.

"..."

"Don't laugh. I'm in a bad mood right now."

Impatiently, Colt tapped his finger, and a force slammed Doflamingo to the ground, cutting off his laughter.

"You know who I am, so I don't need to introduce myself, do I?"

Doflamingo struggled to lift his head, his eyes locking onto Colt's smiling face.

"The ruler of the Ninja Kingdom... the unseen hand controlling the seas, and the man I offended over the Den-Den Mushi..."

"The God Killer, Kamiyo Colt."

Colt frowned slightly, displeased with the nickname.

"Don't call me a that in the future. It sounds strange."

"As you wish."

Doflamingo was nothing if not adaptable.

His heart raced with excitement, a thrill that came from uncovering a monumental secret.

For a long time, Doflamingo had been deeply curious about the mastermind behind the scenes.

When Colt effortlessly crushed him, he felt not anger but exhilaration.

'Celestial Dragons, your doom is near!'

Seeing Doflamingo's submissive attitude, Colt felt somewhat relieved and released the gravitational pressure.

"I called you here for two reasons. First, to introduce you to your future colleagues."

"Second, I'll be assigning some people to join your Donquixote Family."