"Ra's al Ghul, I agree with your ultimate goal: that only by eliminating all evil can purity be achieved."
Qingshui's resolute gaze met the Ninja Master's eyes.
"Do you truly believe that?" the Ninja Master questioned.
He wouldn't easily trust others, even if he wanted to—in his hundreds of years of life, he had witnessed too much evil, deceit, and betrayal.
Of course not!
"As I said, I only agree with the ultimate goal, but not completely. At least, I don't agree with your method of achieving peace and purity."
Qingshui appeared to be answering Ra's al Ghul's question, but in reality, he was slowly regaining control of the conversation. He continued, "You've spent hundreds of years accumulating immense power and mountains of wealth, but I have to ask, has the evil in the world changed compared to hundreds of years ago?"
"No, or rather, the evil now is even worse than before."
"Which means you've been doing futile work for hundreds of years."
The Ninja Master shook his head. "No, at least my existence has indeed eliminated some of the evil in this world. Without me, there would only be more darkness and evil."
Damn, this old man's will is firm. He won't deny his past just because of a few words from me. He's not that easy to fool.
"But at least, you've strived for centuries without success, which indicates your method is incorrect, or at least not entirely correct. It has some effect, but it's minimal." Qingshui said, shaking his head as well.
"Tell me your thoughts," the Ninja Master said, not averse to hearing Qingshui's opinion.
His daughter, Talia, while inheriting some of his ambition and will, also had some differences. She was currently one of the candidates to inherit the League of Assassins.
"To change this world, you must first control it, or at least a part of it. You must become one of the most important and indispensable parts of this world before you can truly subvert it from within," Qingshui said solemnly, looking at the Ninja Master.
If I control the entire world, then all of the Fortune of the world will naturally belong to me.
"Like what you're doing in Gotham? Starting from the lowest-level small gangs, gradually expanding. So your next step is to control all of Gotham's underworld, using that as a starting point to eliminate Gotham's evil?" the Ninja Master said with interest.
"My next goal is indeed to unify Gotham's underworld," Qingshui replied.
"Prove to me that your approach is correct. Gotham is a city of evil. Only by eliminating the evil in Gotham will you have the ability to eliminate the evil in the entire world."
The Ninja Master pulled a card from his pocket with an address on it. "From today, you are one of the vice-leaders of the League of Assassins. This card lists the locations of our members in Gotham. They are now under your command."
The card was placed on the table. The Ninja Master gave Qingshui a deep look, then turned and left, leaving only a final remark.
"Clearwater, don't disappoint me. I look forward to someone inheriting my position. You have the capability."
Only a vice-leader? And with the suffix "one of"?
Qingshui was a little disappointed but quickly cheered up.
This old man has lived for hundreds of years; how could he so easily be fooled into handing over everything he controls to someone else?
To get the position of vice-leader of the League of Assassins through a few words is already a huge gain!
Qingshui watched the Ninja Master leave, but his gaze was actually fixed on his panel.
Previously, the synchronization of his main body's superpowers had consumed a large amount of Fortune, bringing the Fortune progress close to zero. It only recovered to about half of its previous state after his main body was promoted to Special Jonin, reaching 26.3% of the current progress bar.
Now, the progress bar was rapidly climbing again, reaching 43.7%, and was still slowly advancing.
"Tsk, I'll rest tonight. There's still more to do tomorrow."
The League of Assassins' personnel in Gotham would definitely need to be brought under his control first. The creation of Solomon Grundy's body into a Human Puppet also required research. And then there was Mr. Freeze's wife, Nora; he would have to take them to S.T.A.R. Labs in Central City to use their equipment for treatment and relief.
After rearranging the room's warning mechanisms, Qingshui lay down on the bed and turned off the lights.
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Demon Slayer World.
Night, Mount Fujikasane.
Cold flashes of Nichirin Blade, accompanied by electric light and wind blades, shimmered through the forest.
"Seventeenth."
Qingshui, with a bamboo basket on his back, held a Nichirin Blade with faint blue patterns on its edge, and severed the head of a Demon with one swift cut.
This blade was temporarily given based on the Breathing Style learned by the swordsmen participating in the selection, usually left behind by fallen Demon Slayer Corps comrades.
A month had passed since he left Mount Momoyama. In that month, he had successfully mastered Constant Breathing under Kuwajima Jigoro's guidance.
Anyone who can master Constant Breathing can, at the very least, become a Class-A Swordsman, second only to a Hashira. Coming to Mount Fujikasane, which is used for the new recruits' selection, is practically an overwhelming advantage.
"Sugoi! Another Demon! Qingshui-kun!"
A Demon Slayer Corps member with short, black hair parted down the middle swallowed hard, gripping his Nichirin Blade with both hands as he followed behind Qingshui.
"Don't let your guard down, Murata. If some powerful Demon appears, I might not have time to look after you."
Qingshui casually rested the back of his blade on his shoulder and strode forward.
"No way, right? Mount Fujikasane is for new recruits, so there should only be Demons that have eaten one or two people. If something unexpected happens, I should be able to protect myself, shouldn't I?"
Murata asked, a little nervously.
Qingshui glanced at Murata and continued walking.
When he first met Murata, the guy was in a fierce battle with a Demon.
It was a Demon that Qingshui considered very weak, yet the two were fighting to a stalemate. Then, Qingshui casually dispatched that Demon with a single strike.
After that, Murata decisively latched onto Qingshui, following him all the way.
This guy apparently became an official member of the Demon Slayer Corps in the original timeline and was Tanjiro's senior. Although not a genius, the fact that he survived until the end of the story indicates that he is at least capable of becoming a competent Demon Slayer.
If all the Demons on Mount Fujikasane were like the one just now, it would be difficult, but still possible, for Murata to pass the final selection with his current strength.
"I just wonder if we'll run into the Hand Demon," Qingshui thought to himself.
The Hand Demon is a grotesque Demon that possesses a Blood Demon Art—a power only Demons that have eaten at least dozens of people can possess.
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