Konoha: Reforge the glory of Uchiha!

Futures Trading Hall

"Heh, a bunch of leeks!"

Kakuzu stood on the third floor with high spirits, overlooking the retail investors in the first-floor hall. After more than a month of buying and selling, Kakuzu's capital had successfully elevated him to the big leagues.

"Lord Kakuzu, your fruit plates and desserts are here."

The attendants brought plates of beautifully presented food to Kakuzu. This set meal wasn't cheap, costing 8,888 ryo per meal.

The taste was excellent, but the real value was the status and ritual it represented—a trap for big investors.

In the past, Kakuzu would never have ordered this set meal.

But things were different now. Making money was too easy. Kakuzu's current capital was generating millions of ryo every minute.

In the past, he braved storms, working bounty missions year-round without a day off, yet he earned less than he had this month.

Money was so easy to make. Life had been hard, so why not enjoy it now?

Kakuzu waved the attendant away, picked up a toothpick, and sampled a piece of fruit. It tasted truly sweet.

While eating, Kakuzu skillfully opened his account. The series of zeros behind his income made his dark green eyes almost tear up.

Virtual transactions were detached from physical money. Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, even millions of ryo were involved in his trades. The bull market's rise only magnified Kakuzu's greed.

Originally, Kakuzu planned to invest a little. But after witnessing the speed of financial magic, he abandoned past principles. His funds kept increasing, and now over 300 million ryo had been invested!

The rewards were rich. His futures had tripled in value, and pig iron prices had reached historical highs, increasing eightfold.

But the price of pig iron was already high. A slight disturbance could cause a crash.

Previously, pig iron prices were controlled by nobles and merchants. When prices fell, they supported the bottom and raised prices. This time, with too many retail investors, the situation was complicated.

Street vendors, landlords, wandering samurai, rogue ninjas, bounty hunters—all kinds of people got involved, some not even understanding futures, but buying anyway.

If prices fell, fear of a crash would sweep the market, plummeting prices.

The market went sideways for a day and a half.

Kakuzu watched the price fluctuate, the sweetness in his mouth diminishing, feeling uneasy. It had never gone sideways this long before.

Previously, sideways trends were followed by rises the next afternoon. This time felt different.

Kakuzu glanced at another room where White Fang was. White Fang was calmly reading, unconcerned about the sideways market, as if everything was under control.

Seeing White Fang's calmness reassured Kakuzu. White Fang's reputation was layered with accolades.

"The God of Futures!"

"The man who plays with the market."

"The man blessed by money."

After countless displays of foresight, White Fang's identity was deified among the leeks. He predicted rises and falls, saving them from financial ruin.

Whenever the market fluctuated, White Fang calmed nerves, predicting rises. He was always right!

Even nobles and merchants viewed White Fang with respect. His theories amazed them, and upon reflection, seemed to hold truth.

The savvy among the elite suspected White Fang's theories but knew he had insider information!

So he could always act before market changes!

Kakuzu admired White Fang, nearly tearing apart the secret book White Fang gave him.

Following the book's guidance, Kakuzu predicted some market movements correctly, but not always. Integrating the book's contents to White Fang's level was his dream.

Kakuzu approached White Fang for advice more than once.

But the results were unsatisfactory. White Fang knew nothing of futures. Every speech was memorized, the book written by Hokage Uchiha Nan. How could he explain it clearly?

Moreover, the Hokage warned White Fang solemnly: futures were for cutting leeks, not casual trading. Act only as instructed.

Facing Kakuzu's humble requests, White Fang advised reading more and practicing.

White Fang was also anxious about current pig iron prices, trembling with fear. In a month, prices soared eightfold.

The last time pig iron prices were this high, the five major ninja villages were at war, the most brutal fighting.

Now, the war had just begun, yet prices reached these heights. White Fang wanted to sell his futures during the sideways trend.

Eighty million ryo could save White Fang over ten years of work!

After a day of nail-biting, White Fang finally received information from Nara Shikato.

The final harvest was imminent.

The sickle was ready to fall. The simple words made White Fang sweat coldly. He anticipated this day, yet felt dizzy when it arrived.

With such price increases and massive funds, everyone in the Land of Fire with savings had invested.

Ordinary people struggled on the brink of starvation. The middle class, wandering samurai, rogue ninjas, and difficult nobles and businessmen were key players.

When the bubble burst, the middle class would face ruin, samurai and ninjas might hunt him, and nobles and merchants would place a high bounty on White Fang.

In this drama, White Fang pushed them into the abyss, drumming for the manipulators.

The money was hot, but White Fang couldn't turn back.

Now was the time. White Fang memorized his script, ready to send the leeks to the sickle.

White Fang took a deep breath, rose from his chair, and walked to the stairs. As a futures star, White Fang's every move drew attention.

"It's Master White Fang!"

"Master White Fang is speaking again, everyone be quiet!"

"Master White Fang, can I still buy at this price?"

The futures hall buzzed, leeks looking at White Fang like pilgrims, seeking his tips.

"You're nervous again, wanting to abandon your chips?"

"I've told you, every time you sell low, I'll buy back at multiples next time!"

"Remember, the current price isn't important. What's important is that you won't see this price again in a month or two!"

"Now is the best time to buy low. If you panic now, you'll still panic in ten years when others achieve financial freedom, and you're stuck doing nothing because you hesitated today."

"Buy low, you bunch of fools."

White Fang's voice dropped low, magnetic, bewitching like a demon.

Uchiha Nan's carefully crafted persona for White Fang took effect. His speech was a rallying cry, driving futures prices up again.

"The Ninja World War has begun. This war will be more brutal than ever. Pig iron prices are halfway up the mountain!"

"Charge, everyone. If the price isn't enough, I'll cover it."

Emotions peaked with White Fang's rally. Leeks, dazzled by potential profits, planned to invest their family assets. White Fang's image was so perfect, they lost their minds.

The shouts, queue noises, and climbing price curve made Kakuzu's heart race. Pig iron prices were still halfway up the mountain?

If he invested his remaining 700 million ryo, it could double to 1.4 billion! Greed and reason clashed.

Over a month of futures trading raised Kakuzu's expectations. Earning hundreds of thousands from missions felt slow. Kakuzu no longer valued this pace.

Futures still promised fast profits.

In the end, greed won. Kakuzu gambled his fortune. White Fang's predictions never failed, and this time wouldn't be different!

All in!

Nobles and merchants were more rational, not risking everything. They waited for news of the Ninja War.

This time, news came quickly. Kirigakure landed in the Land of Fire, Konoha and Kirigakure clashed, Iwagakure and Konoha fought fiercely, and rumors suggested Kumogakure might join.

True or false, Uchiha Nan spread news to confuse. Nobles and merchants couldn't tell truth from ninja-spread lies.

True or false, news showed the war expanding, echoing the First Ninja World War.

That kid White Fang had insider info!

Nobles and merchants who hesitated joined the leeks, starting a new buying round. Pig iron prices soared again.

Nara Shikato slowly sold. This time, funds reached 10 billion, prices rose nearly tenfold. He couldn't sell all at once, releasing goods gradually.

To prevent blind Daimyo operations, Nara Shikato took over all Daimyo accounts, managing them for Konoha.

With 100 billion in funds, Nara Shikato couldn't manage alone, urgently transferring family members to help.

Gradually, pig iron prices rose slowly, still climbing daily. Leeks threw money in, one by one. Nobles and businessmen had deep pockets. With the Nara family's high IQ, everything went smoothly.

Iwagakure Station

Tsuchikage Mu sat in a temporary camp tent, eyes bleeding. The intense war of attrition pained Tsuchikage Mu.

Several times, Tsuchikage Mu wanted to duel Uchiha Tomita. Killing the frontline commander could change the tide.

But Uchiha Tomita gave no chance. His strength was notable in Konoha. Without Mangekyō Sharingan, he was still a renowned warrior.

In a duel, Uchiha Tomita would be disadvantaged against Tsuchikage Mu, but he wasn't alone. A group of Uchiha's three-tomoe elite jōnin surrounded him. A careless Tsuchikage Mu risked being hunted.

The situation was deadlocked. Tsuchikage Mu watched resources dwindle and considered retreat. The battle line was too long. Another month, and he'd lose everything.

We fell into Konoha's trap!

Tsuchikage Mu felt bitter. Attacking Konoha yielded no gains. Time to find an excuse to retreat.

They breached Konoha's heartland, justifiable. They won face but lost substance.

Konoha exhausted itself against the Hidden Cloud Village. This time, Konoha gained nothing from attrition. Everyone was at a loss, meaning no losers!

Tsuchikage Mu consoled himself, plotting a dignified retreat.

The direct way was to kill Uchiha Tomita, but he was elusive, avoiding solo fights.

"Lord Tsuchikage, bad news!"

"What's wrong? Why shout?"

"Did Uchiha Tomita launch a surprise attack?"

Tsuchikage Mu frowned. What could be worse? Even if Konoha's Hokage came, Tsuchikage Mu wasn't afraid. He wanted a strategic showdown.

The war dragged over a month. Better a decisive battle.

"No, Lord Tsuchikage!"

"The second Mizukage, Hozuki Gengetsu, led the Seven Ninja Swordsmen to flank our base, aiming to raid our rear."

"The wounded, food, and supplies are there!"

Tsuchikage Mu's vision darkened. He couldn't process the news.

Hozuki Gengetsu circled Konoha, targeting our rear?

Is he mad? The map shows how absurd this is!

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