Seijuro would begin his plan for world peace—his very slow and tedious plan, which depended mostly on human greed alongside a bunch of other shit. The greedier, the better even.
Anyway, once he was done, he would send the message to his clone. And once that was done, the plan could get started. If only he knew the danger waiting for him when he stepped foot in Konoha.
He'd been gone for a while, which was normal. He sent messages back on a daily basis. He was an Anbu captain, so yeah, he had some room to wriggle around a bit.
Anyway, using the Uzumaki forces and the allure that was Uzumaki sealing, he had the Uzumaki make a product that no man could resist.
And had all the nobles invited to that shit.
None of them suspected a thing. That was the power of Kyoka Suigetsu. The perfect illusion. Total sensory control from the moment of activation. It wasn't merely visual—it bypassed all senses, embedding itself into the logical folds of the brain. Even if someone knew they were under it, unless they had seen the initial trigger moment, escape was functionally impossible.
The trick was simple but brilliant: he had never activated the illusion in public. All the nobles had been triggered through reflective surfaces—mirrors, wine glasses, polished blades, a drop of water on a scroll. Plus, he had to follow them for weeks, memorize their schedules, and somehow, slightly alter those schedules. We're talking about some small shit, but some small shit good enough for them to get the idea for it.
And now?
Now they thought this had been their own idea.
In the coming months, envoys and caravans from the Land of Iron, Wind, Water, Lightning, and even Fire were arriving—not under banners of invasion, but of commerce. Currencies were shifting. Trade agreements were drafted. And not a single one of them suspected that their reasoning, their ambition, their strategy... wasn't truly theirs.
Even the Land of Lightning had agreed to send chakra-infused ore, harvested from their recently "purified" zone. No one wanted to be left out of the so-called "Spiral Trade Axis."
And all the while, Seijuro watched. Patient. Calm. Cold.
Also yes, Cloud still existed... the Cloud Village, however... shit was fucked beyond belief. There was no one left from that incident. But for the Cloud itself, some people who weren't in the Cloud Village survived—virtue of Aizen not hunting their asses down.
Their dumbass daimyo survived, though now he was more a puppet to Aizen than anything else. But oh well.
"The Mist is already talking about implementing tariffs," the clone reported.
Seijuro replied without looking up.
"Let them. They'll pay triple to stay included once the Spiral Coin system is established."
Ah, yes. The Spiral Coin.
A new currency, backed not by daimyo gold, but by pure, sealed chakra. Only produced by the Uzumaki mint, with each coin holding a specific elemental affinity—Fire Coins, Water Coins, Earth Coins, and so on. Their values were based on stability, transfer efficiency, and combat adaptability.
No nation could counterfeit them. They were sealed by a proprietary Uzumaki fuinjutsu that Seijuro had baked into the coin's molecular makeup. Trying to reverse-engineer it would result in a volatile explosion equivalent to an SS-rank detonation tag.
But the best part? Chakra degrades over time.
Which meant the coins had an expiration date.
Just like milk.
Which was basically his way of stopping people from hoarding all the cash and not doing shit with it.
The bread must circulate some way or another, and this was how he had decided to go about it.
It was simple, and it got to the point easy enough.
Anyway, he used Kyoka Suigetsu and had those little fucks think it was their idea. They were the ones who came up with such an ingenious plan and not him. Something to stroke their ego, because why not?
All while under Kyoka Suigetsu, they thought it was their own idea.
That's what made it so smart.
"You made them believe in an illusion and chase after such illusion, while having them believe it's the truth of this world," the clone would say, looking at its creator.
"Reality is whatever you perceive it as. While to us, we may see it clearly, to them, that illusion was a reality. This is also why some people outside of a relationship can see that it is toxic. While to us on the outside, we can see that it's bad—they... do not see it as such. They are blinded by memory." He would sip his drink.
"Master... would... you be blinded by your memory of Mikoto?"
Seijuro sipped his drink.
"I am merely human. I am not perfect. While I am rational, there are some things and some people I'd rather not hurt. Even now... I do not know if I could raise my blade against her." He would sigh a bit. He couldn't see himself hurting her or Kushina.
Well, only the future could tell. {He won't, he cares too much.}
He felt like if it came down to it, he would sacrifice the whole world for them.