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In every sense, Yūshin was a man whose words were soft, but whose actions were hard.
Though he looked like a civilized person, he had at least seven guns tucked in his waistband.
Gorō Fūma felt that previously he had understood the gentle side of Yūshin's character, but now he was witnessing the ruthless side.
A shinobi who could treat his own hands as expendable—this wasn't just a matter of ruthlessness anymore. To be precise, this was a question of sanity.
Yūshin raised his arm, displaying to both sides the hands that were pinned together by the dagger, forced to grip each other tightly.
Moving his palm tugged at the wound, bringing pain that made Gorō Fūma's mouth twitch uncontrollably, while Yūshin seemed devoid of any sense of pain.
You have to say—never mind whether Gorō Fūma was in pain or not, all the Fūma Clan members were thoroughly intimidated by this act.
Immediately after, they felt tremendous sincerity.
A shinobi willing to stake his professional career to demonstrate trust toward newcomers—how could they have any complaints?
Yūshin glanced at Gorō Fūma, who immediately understood the meaning.
He raised his arm high and declared loudly:
"Today the Fūma Clan joins the Ashes organization. With this blood as witness, we swear never to be enemies, never to betray."
"Never enemies... never betray..."
The shouts came from the Fūma Clan's side, initially somewhat chaotic, but after several voices, their chant became almost perfectly unified:
"Never enemies! Never betray!"
There was no choice—it wasn't that their approval of the Ashes organization suddenly skyrocketed, it was just... the atmosphere had been built up to this point, so they ought to shout enthusiastically a few times, right?
Seeing his actions receive response from the Fūma Clan, Yūshin finally lowered his arm.
This alliance ceremony could be called simple, but in a certain sense, quite terrifying.
Takamatsu-san and Chihori Hagūgen from the crowd quickly came to Yūshin and Gorō's side. They carefully extracted the dagger, and after both sides' clasped hands separated, began separately bandaging their wounds.
If you looked carefully, you could see that dagger bore a "five rings" mark, indicating it was actually a weapon Yūshin had borrowed from the Sarutobi Clan.
The penetrating wounds on both their hands looked extremely serious, but actually Yūshin's injury barely needed bandaging.
When his right hand was wrapped in bandages, he immediately "White Zetsu-fied" the area around the wound, so the bleeding instantly stopped and his pain sensation was once again greatly diminished.
Yūshin's behavior was somewhat underhanded—both sides' injuries looked the same, but their recovery capabilities were on completely different levels.
This was rather like bullying locals who lacked knowledge. Yūshin thought to himself: Do you know someone called Ethan? People call him "Mushroom Man" and "Hand Sanitizer War God"—I'm actually the same as him.
His hand injury would heal quickly. What sealing ninjutsu? He'd be able to form hand seals fluently the next day.
After realizing that joining this organization was an extremely serious matter, who knows whether Gorō Fūma felt any regret.
Regardless, as a clan leader, he should have been more cautious when making decisions.
The so-called alliance ceremony contained an implicit meaning that wasn't hard to understand...
That is, you shed blood when joining, and if at some point they truly planned to leave, they'd have to shed blood as well.
...
In any case, Yūshin successfully completed the organization's recruitment work in a relatively smooth manner, with an unexpectedly shocking twist.
However, accepting personnel wasn't like handling cargo—everyone had different thoughts, so Yūshin wouldn't rush things.
To truly merge both sides together, Yūshin still had much work to do in the coming period.
In the short term, the most important point was equal, average distribution of supplies—this actually wasn't difficult.
After the ceremony ended, both sides returned to their respective camps, and the surroundings became quiet again.
Night had deepened, but Yūshin didn't choose to rest.
He wasn't considering the Fūma Clan's affairs. In fact, while he valued organizational expansion, he didn't value it that much.
At this time he temporarily set aside the Fūma Clan's matters, focusing instead on improving his own strength.
Yūshin was considering developing new ninjutsu.
After learning Water Release techniques, the two types of release he currently mastered were somewhat unbalanced. Compared to Water Release, which combined offense and defense with both single-target and area-of-effect capabilities, Yūshin's Fire Release ninjutsu seemed rather weak.
So he was referencing those Water Release techniques to develop new Fire Release ninjutsu.
Although the hand seals for Water Release and Fire Release were completely different, the chakra flow patterns when using Water Release were clearly worth borrowing from.
For new Fire Release techniques, Yūshin already had some ideas.
Besides this, feeling that his mastered abilities weren't ordinary enough, he planned to develop even more "ordinary" combat methods—though his progress in this area was slow.
Just as Yūshin was deep in thought, Shichimi Uchiha approached him.
Today she had observed Yūshin's entire recruitment process but hadn't said much throughout, since she had no right to interfere anyway.
"The Fūma Clan that joined today has more people than your original group. Aren't you worried they'll usurp control?" Shichimi Uchiha asked.
"Usurp control? That would only show my capabilities are limited. Honestly, if someone could truly handle everything fairly and justly, I'd actually welcome them taking my position," Yūshin said.
He had no desire for power—often leading an organization was more of a burden for him.
Shichimi Uchiha hadn't expected such an answer and momentarily didn't know what to say.
Yūshin glanced at her, then explained further:
"Don't worry about any accidents. For an organization or group, founding principles are certainly important, but maintaining those principles sometimes depends on the leader's intelligence and wisdom, and sometimes on the leader's violence and force."
Hearing him say this, Shichimi Uchiha seemed to understand.
Yūshin didn't want to discuss this topic further. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he asked Shichimi Uchiha:
"By the way, could I trouble you with something? I'd like to ask for your help."
"What is it?"
If she could provide help, Shichimi Uchiha wouldn't refuse. Overall, she was someone who repaid kindness.
"I'd like you to cast a genjutsu on me." As he spoke, Yūshin moved his injured hand behind his back, then expanded the "White Zetsu-fication" to cover his entire forearm.
"Genjutsu? Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
Shichimi Uchiha didn't know what Yūshin wanted to do, but seeing his firm attitude, she didn't say more... though this request was quite strange.
"Do you think all Uchiha are skilled at genjutsu?"
Shichimi Uchiha muttered quietly, but even as she spoke, her eyes had already manifested the three-tomoe state.
Then they began staring at each other intently.
"Has it started?"
"It's already finished."
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