Rebuilding Uchiha By Removing Fugaku

"Where's Tsunade?"

Toki, unable to contain his excitement, headed to the Hokage Tower.

At that moment, Nara Shikaku was looking over reports of damages brought by his subordinates, his expression filled with frustration.

The attack on Konoha by Sarutobi Hiruzen had left the village's reputation in tatters. The missions they received had dropped significantly, and the military funding from the Land of Fire had been drastically reduced.

When Shikaku noticed Toki, he sighed deeply.

"She ran away."

"Ran away?" Toki asked, confused.

"She said there's no need for a Hokage here anymore, so she decided to go out and have fun. As of now, I think she's somewhere on Gambling Street," Shikaku explained, rolling his eyes.

Toki raised an eyebrow. Years of bad habits had caught up to them both—Tsunade's in gambling and his own relentless ambition.

With Tsunade's infamous streak of losing every gamble, Toki figured any fraudulent gamblers she encountered would be sorry. Her luck ensured she could expose their scams effortlessly.

Shikaku interrupted his thoughts. "Do you have something important to discuss with her? Forget about her for now—let's focus on Konoha. The Daimyo's government has already proposed cutting our military funding. We're barely able to pay the salaries of our standing ninja."

He paused before continuing grimly. "And due to the rebellion of Orochimaru, Danzō, and Hiruzen, Konoha's prestige has plummeted. Many clients are starting to doubt our strength and are choosing other villages for their missions."

Shikaku sighed. "We may need to downsize and adopt the elite ninja training model like Sunagakure."

Toki frowned at the suggestion. "Elite ninja training? Are you joking? You think Konoha can't survive without the Daimyo's money? That's ridiculous."

He slammed his hand on the table. "No. We're going to expand. Recruit ninjas from far and wide. The Uchiha Clan will provide long-term C- and B-rank missions to support them. Trust me on this, Shikaku."

Shikaku stared at him in disbelief. "Do you even know how much it costs to maintain a ninja village? And where are you going to find all these missions?"

Toki smirked. "Don't worry. The Uchiha Clan will handle it. We've already been producing scrolls for scientific ninja tools. These poor ninjas can help with that while earning a good wage."

He continued explaining, his tone sly and calculating. "A genin can produce three C-rank scientific ninja tool scrolls a day. Three genin make nine scrolls. In thirty days, that's 270 scrolls. A single scroll sells for 100,000 ryō. That's 27 million ryō a month."

Toki grinned. "I'll generously pay these ninjas 100,000 ryō per C-rank mission equivalent. And I'll even give them one day off a week."

Shikaku stared at Toki as if he had grown another head.

"You… Are you serious? That's… actually brilliant."

Before he could say more, Yamanaka Inoichi, who had been quietly watching, commented wryly, "I always thought you'd only act for your own benefit."

Toki turned to him, laughing awkwardly. "Oh, come on, Inoichi. Don't sell me short. By the way, congratulations on your daughter's birthday."

Inoichi's face softened. "Thanks. Didn't you already give us a gift? Why bring it up again?"

Toki smirked. "Oh, just wondering if you're ready to be a father-in-law."

Inoichi's expression darkened, and he shouted, "Get out!"

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The next day, the Konoha Mission Assignment Office was packed. Word had spread about long-term missions offered by the Uchiha Clan.

For the struggling low-ranked ninja, this was a blessing. They had been scraping by, barely earning enough to survive. Now, with these missions, they could finally support themselves.

The missions were simple: refine chakra and inject it into a strange machine that would create scrolls. No combat. No danger. Just easy money.

The pay was generous too. A base salary for producing three scrolls a day, with bonuses for additional scrolls.

Ninjas rushed to take up these tasks, abandoning their old, more dangerous assignments. Some even regretted taking escort missions outside the village.

Within days, the newly established "Uchiha Processing Factory" was bustling with activity.

Toki had planned it all. By giving the ninjas steady work and decent pay, he ensured their loyalty. They worked tirelessly, injecting chakra into machines that churned out high-quality ninja tool scrolls.

Despite their enthusiasm, Toki remained cautious. Overworking the ninjas could drain their chakra reserves, reducing their lifespan. So he set strict limits, refusing their requests for longer hours.

"This is only the beginning," Toki thought to himself, watching the factory hum with life. "Konoha will rise again—under the Uchiha banner."