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"He is a noble, but more than that, he is just an ordinary human."
Konan's eyes glinted with a dangerous light. "Honoka, don't you think this world is twisted? Look..."
She pointed at the Clan Head, who was currently under Genjutsu.
"He is nothing but a regular person. Even a lowly, third-rate Genin could easily take his life. So, why does a man like this stand at the very peak of the ninja world, holding the power of life and death over a group of people who could kill him on a whim? Why does he get to issue orders?"
"Just because he's a noble?"
"Uh..." Honoka was speechless.
Seeing this Great Noble, whom she had always revered and feared, now barking like a dog under the influence of Genjutsu, her common sense—the logic she had held since childhood—was shattered.
Indeed, why could such an ordinary person command ninjas whose power far exceeded their own?
Treating all ninjas as tools for slaughter... shouldn't it be the other way around?
Ninjas like herself were the ones who held the power to kill.
A world like this...
A group of ordinary people... a group of powerless civilians.
How could regular humans, who could be killed silently at any mont, beco the rulers of the entire ninja world? How could they make ninjas, who possessed such imnse power, willingly serve as their tools?
It wasn't right. It was definitely not right.
Honoka suddenly realized with horror that this defied all logic.
Yet, she had never noticed it before. It wasn't until Lady Konan pointed it out that she realized the absurdity of it all.
"Lady... Lady Konan, if we speak strictly from the perspective of power, the current status of ninjas truly does not match their strength."
Honoka said with distress, "But don't the nobles always say that we ninjas only know how to fight and kill? That we don't engage in production and don't understand managent? If we don't rely on the nobles, how would ninjas govern the world? How would we handle various industries and production?"
Konan looked at her and suddenly asked, "Honoka, do you think learning Ninjutsu is difficult?"
"Uh..." Honoka paused, unsure why the topic suddenly shifted to the difficulty of Ninjutsu.
She hesitated before replying, "High-level Ninjutsu is indeed difficult. Basic Ninjutsu is manageable."
"Then, do you think it is harder to learn Ninjutsu, killing techniques, and tactical analysis, or to learn the managent knowledge and production thods of ordinary people?"
"Th-this..." Honoka's eyes went wide.
She had completely failed to consider this angle before.
"You should have your answer," Konan said calmly. "No matter how simple a Ninjutsu is, its difficulty exceeds the managent and production tasks the nobles talk about."
"Whether it is mory, comprehension, execution, or perseverance, ninjas far surpass ordinary people."
"Moreover, ninjas possess Ninjutsu. If Ninjutsu were applied to production, the efficiency would be much faster than that of ordinary people."
From working in an office to plowing fields.
Ninjas who controlled power undoubtedly surpassed these so-called nobles in every aspect.
Honoka thought about it briefly and nodded in strong agreent. "Based on the so-called 'managent and production knowledge' of the nobles... unless one is exceptionally stupid, I'm afraid there isn't a ninja alive who couldn't learn and master it."
"But since ancient tis, we ninjas have only learned various techniques for killing. We have never learned the knowledge possessed by the nobles."
Her voice dropped low. "They intentionally prevent us from learning these things so that we remain content as tools of slaughter."
"Correct," Konan nodded. "If ninjas also mastered that knowledge, the only value these nobles possess would be lost."
"That is their capital for survival. That is why they always propagate the idea that 'ninjas are rely tools of slaughter who do not engage in production'—to maintain their rule and status."
Seeing this, Alex, nestled in Konan's chest, nodded with gratification.
Under his intentional and unintentional guidance over this period, Konan had finally broken free from the inherent mindset of the ninja world and started thinking for herself.
She had discovered the deford system and managent model of this world.
Ninjas, who held power and could kill ordinary people at any ti, were forced to obey the orders of the powerless. They were constrained by regular humans.
If this were a normal world without supernatural powers, and soone suddenly gained superpowers, they would inevitably declare, "I can do whatever the f*ck I want!"
Honoka ca to a sudden realization. "So, this world itself is wrong. We ninjas shouldn't be under the boot of these noble swine."
Her eyes shone as she looked at Konan. "Is this your goal, Lady Konan? That is simply too magnificent!"
"Since this world has Chakra and Ninjutsu, power should reign supre. Under your leadership, Lady Konan, we can definitely build a brand-new world and drive those nobles out!"
At this mont, her admiration for Konan reached its peak.
Not only was she incredibly powerful, but she was also a wise sage with unique thinking.
She had pointed out the deford inertia that had plagued the ninja world for a thousand years. No one had ever raised an objection to this before. Lady Konan's wisdom had long since surpassed everyone else.
The so-called "God of Shinobi"? He was nothing more than a brute with empty strength.
"Then, what cos next..." Honoka cald her emotions and looked at the Clan Head in the main seat.
She didn't know the specific purpose of this trip.
Konan looked at the Clan Head and began her interrogation. "Tell the origin of your clan's storage scrolls."
The Clan Head answered chanically, "The storage scroll was invented by our clan hundreds of years ago. By inscribing space sealing runes on special paper, a unique storage space is ford. The smallest is only 0.5 cubic ters, while the largest can reach 50 cubic ters. The 50-cubic-ter scroll is our clan's top secret; it is not for sale."
Konan was slightly surprised.
The storage scrolls commonly used by individuals were usually between 0.5 and 2 cubic ters. Even the massive storage scrolls used to transport supplies during the Ninja World Wars were only 40 cubic ters.
She didn't expect them to have a trump card—a 50-cubic-ter storage scroll.
Konan asked curiously, "What determines the volu of the storage scroll?"
"The number of space sealing runes inscribed and the level of mastery over them. Fifty cubic ters is already our clan's limit; we cannot break through it in the short term. We need to further grasp and understand the space sealing runes to enhance their storage efficacy."
"Hand over your storage scroll production thod and your research data on space sealing runes."
The Clan Head walked chanically toward the desk.
He twisted an inconspicuous corner, and the bookshelf to the side imdiately slid open, revealing a small compartnt behind it.
He picked up a yellowed booklet and handed it over.
"This is our clan's thod for making storage scrolls, along with research notes on space sealing runes from over the years. Everything is recorded inside."
Konan took it and opened it for a look.
It indeed contained detailed records on the production thod of the special paper, the inscription of space sealing runes, and related research notes.
She didn't dwell on it and tucked it directly into her Akatsuki robe.
Alex imdiately inserted himself between the pages, instantly copying the contents.
Konan continued to ask, "Who made the first storage scroll?"
"It was made by an ancestor of our clan. He once mistakenly entered a secret realm. Inside, he learned a portion of the space sealing runes, which allowed him to create the storage scroll and pass it down."
"A secret realm?" Konan's eyes narrowed. "Where?"
"It is located within a mountain forest on the border of the Land of Fire."
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