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  "What? You're saying the Kumogakure base has already started aodating refugees from the Land of Water?"

  Raidō Namiashi stood rooted to the spot, anxiously pag in circles.

  Although this operation wasn't likely to erupt into bloodshed, it could be seen as an invisible examination, a war without gunpowder smoke.

  The examiner was Kumogakure's intelligence department, which provided the "immi Kirigakure rebellion" ihe two examinees were, naturally, Kumogakure and Konoha.

  The objective of this exam was to extract as much be as possible from Kirigakure, attrag talented individuals to their respective vilges.

  This was a rare opportunity in the shinobi world to gain an advantage over anreat Shinobi Vilge. If missed, the ce might be a long time ing.

  "What should we do?"

  "Should we follow Kumogakure's example and accept all the refugees? If we're too te, they might all secretly flee to Kumogakure."

  Unbeknownst to Raidō Namiashi, several familiar yet unfamiliar figures had quietly arrived at the Konoha base.

  The Ninja Tool Shur, disguised as a refugee, struck up a versation with a refugee who looked like a wealthy mert:

  "Konoha, why does it attraany talented individuals from all over the shinobi world?"

  "High-quality education, a rexed talent recruitment policy, a robust business envirohat safeguards their talents…"

  "In Konoha, life is simple, social iions are minimal, and family life is prioritized. There's less scheming and interpersonal drama. Those with talent have access to better ptforms and greater opportunities, while those without receive free Soldier Pills…"

  "No one cares about your background. Regardless of your in or status, even an ordinary in rise to an advisory position through hard work."

  "Even an ordinary person like me might have a ce to bee a high-ranking official in the vilge…"

  The Ninja Tool Shur's eyes gleamed with a perfectly calcuted hint of yearning. "It would be wonderful to obtain a Konoha Green Card and join Konoha."

  "This is a photo of Konoha given to me by a distaive living there."

  The Regur mysteriously produced a high-quality photo of Konoha's architecture from his pocket.

  "Do you know why there's been no official annou regarding ee situation?"

  "I suspect they're waiting for visa officers to arrive and duterviews to issue Green Cards."

  "…Konoha Green Card? What's that?" The wealthy mert, clearly uhe influence of a genjutsu, was captivated by the Regur's description of Konoha and instinctively asked.

  At this point, several other refugees were drawn to their versation.

  "Eh? You don't know?"

  "I heard that retly, because so many people from other vilges and nations have been trying to sneak into Konoha, the Hokage had no choice but to introduce a ype of identification."

  "The Green Card, symbolizing the color of leaves, is essentially a Konoha Perma Residence Permit for fners. With this card, you live in Konoha permaly without fear of being expelled by the Konoha Military Police Force."

  "So that's how it is."

  The wealthy mert nodded in uanding. He had specifically researched Konoha retly.

  It truly was a desirable nation. He had read and reread the articles "Konoha Shop Utack" and "Adaptability" numerous times.

  It seemed the vilgers of Konoha were quite naive, easy targets for a wealthy mert like him to exploit. As for adaptability, it appeared Konoha's political enviro was quite liberal, far surpassing Kirigakure…

  Coupled with the positive news he had received from business partners who had moved to Konoha, his attat takure was already waning. After hearing the Regur's words, his heart was filled with anticipation.

  "Um… young man, do you know how to obtain a Konoha Green Card?" The wealthy mert asked, rubbing his chubby fiogether.

  "Well… I 't reveal that. I heard there's a limited quota, and you have to pass an assessment by the visa officers. I don't want more petitors."

  "Please, young man, this is very important to me!" The wealthy mert fshed a knowing smile and promptly slipped a few bills from his wallet into the Regur's hand.

  Leaning in, he listened ily.

  His initial pn was to find a small, permaly ral nation or vilge and live as a wealthy ndowner.

  But after hearing this… a small nation or vilge wouldn't offer mujoyment, no matter how wealthy he was. True enjoyment could only be found in the most powerful and developed vilge in the shinobi world: Konoha.

  Simir ses pyed out in various ers of the refugee base.

  A young man amed Gieo be a retired Kirigakure Genin. "I'd say, any other vilge in the shinobi world might dee due to the death of a powerful ninja, but not Konoha!"

  "Eh? Why?"

  The retired Kirigakure Genin surrounding him, despite their desire to leave the ninja life behind, instinctively retorted based on their past training. "A shinobi vilge needs powerful ninjas to thrive! How could it not dee if they die?"

  "You don't uand." Gin shook his head. "A vilge like Konoha has experienced fifty years of rapid development and accumutioablishing a plete system and framework…"

  "Let me give you an example!"

  "As ninjas, we all have occupational hazards and hidden injuries. Be ho, is medical treatment expensive in the Land of Water?!"

  The sharp question caused the retired Kirigakure Genin eavesdropping nearby to lower their heads.

  Was medical treatment expensive in the Land of Water? Of course it was!

  As a nation stantly embroiled in internal strife and self-destru, where people lived day-to-day, there was no energy to develop the healthcare sector. Ninjas with injuries and lingering ailments often had to ehem, relying on time to heal all wounds.

  Mediinja did exist, but they were a luxury reserved for the elite of Kirigakure.

  They had nothing to do with ordinary Genin like them.

  Gin was satisfied with the rea of those around him. He then put on an expression of grief and indignation. "We Kirigakure ninjas are also human beings! Why are we treated like beasts of burden? I've long wao defect to Konoha. For the same work, the bes are far greater."

  "You all know about the Legendary Sannin, right?"

  "Who doesn't know the Legendary Sannin? We were all ninjas once."

  "One of the Konoha Sannin is Tsunade. Her specialty is mediinjutsu."

  "I heard that several years ago, with the help of the current Hokage advisojo Kaigetsu, she reformed Konoha's medical system."

  "There are several officially operated hospitals in Konoha. You receive treatment for a small fee. Diagnosis and medication are separate, patieered. They don't treat us like livestock like our vilge does…"

  "Moreover, there's no occupational discrimination in Konoha. Even selling Soldier Pills provide a det living. We no longer have to risk our lives as ninjas…"

  "Although Konoha might not be paved with gold, it feels like just being there is a signifit improvement."

  "I'm so envious!"

  The surroundiired ninjas exged gsunade's era was somewhat distant for them; they weren't very familiar with her. But the name Gojo Kaigetsu was ohey often heard.

  Where had they heard it? It seemed… it seemed to be from that "Iki" magazine!

  Yes, "Iki"!

  He was a character in "Iki." Now, they couldn't help but believe it!

  Many children would reread the same magazine, manga, or watch the same anime tless times, not out of boredom, but because the plot and characters aligned with the impressions already formed in their minds.

  Each reread brought a sense of satisfa, simir to a feeling of validation.

  The retired ninjas' current feelings were likely simir.

  Having heard stories from "Iki" before, and now hearing them mentioned again, they subsciously pced more trust in the speaker's words.

  The fragmented knowledge of "Iki" gleaned from their surroundings had already instilled a preceived notion that "Konoha is advanced, civilized, and open."

  "Sigh, but it's difficult for outsiders like us to join Konoha now. We o pass the assessment of Konoha's visa officers and obtain a Konoha Green Card to join."

  "What's a Green Card?"

  "I think it requires special skills, a rge iment in Konoha, or something like that… I'm irely sure. We'll have to see what the Konoha base decides."

  Gin tio sigh, feigning worry.

  He fwlessly portrayed the image of a Kirigakure defector in front of these retired ninjas. "I really don't want to return takure. Every day there is a day of suffering. Ohe vilge u subsides, retired ninjas like me will definitely be scripted back. If I don't obtain a Konoha Green Card, I'm doomed."

  "I want to go to Konoha, oh so badly!"

  Word spread like wildfire.

  The initially vague image of Konoha in the minds of the Water try refugees instantly became grand and vivid, like a bea of hope, dispelling the fusion in the hearts of those who had lost their homes.

  Before this, most of them had adopted a wait-and-see approach.

  Tired of the flicts in the shinobi world, they dreamt of spending the rest of their lives iral nations like the Land of Iron or the Land of Waves. For the more daring, Kumogakure was also a viable option. News from their base had already spread; refugees would be settled in the southern part of Kumogakure.

  However, after this propaganda campaign, the refugees became restless.

  Indeed, everyone aspired for a better life.

  Who would choose to suffer when they could live fortably?

  The idea of "obtaining a Konoha Green Card and being an honorary Konoha citizen" quietly took root in the hearts of most Water try refugees at the base.

  Asuma Sarutobi, who atrolling and maintaining order, was the first to notice this shift aed it back to the aer.

  Raidō Namiashi scratched his head in fusion. "Konoha Green Card? What's that? I've never heard of it?"

  "Perma residency? Visa officers? What's all this about?!"

  Soon, a otion arose outside the a. "It's Konoha personnel! Are they the visa officers?!"

  Upon hearing the news, Raidō Namiashi swiftly rushed out. He wao see who dared fabricate su eous rumor.

  As he stepped out of the tent, he chuckled awkwardly, scratg his head, and bowed respectfully, pulling back the curtain fojo Kaigetsu:

  "Gojo-sama, we've been eagerly awaiting your arrival!"

  Asuma, standing behind him, twitched his lips awkwardly, gng at the three strangely uniformed, masked… short Uchiha ninjas behind Gojo Kaigetsu!

  Through the slits in their masks, he could see the Sharingan eyes beh. Although only two of them had activated their Sharingan, and their chakra fluctuations weren't particurly strong, it was still a chilling sight…

  ‘What the heck? Such a grarance?!’

  "Ahem, address me by my title while on duty."

  Gojo Kaigetsu fidently took the seat designated for the base ander and said sternly, "Currently, my title is Konoha Visa Officer, fully responsible for issuing Konoha Green Cards. Do you uand?"

  "Huh? There really is a Konoha Green Card?"

  Raidō Namiashi scratched his head. "Uood, Visa Officer Gojo. I'll immediately arrange for the refugees to… attend the Green Card interviews."

  Moments ter, the wealthy mert was the first to enter.

  He rubbed his hands nervously, instinctively surveying his surroundings.

  The persoed at the head of the table… with white hair and a bck blindfold, seemed ordinary at first gnce. But even the previous base ander could only stand beside him, so he must be the visa officer!

  Then there were the figures seated oher side of the table… cloaked in bck, wearing hawk masks, revealing deep red eyes beh.

  ‘Sharingan!’ The wealthy mert straightened his baearly letting out a scream.

  The Uchiha 's reputation preceded them, even among non-ninjas. They were undoubtedly the most famous and widely reized noble ninja family in the shinobi world.

  Regardless of their physical appearaheir mere presenking the visa officer instantly elevated the atmosphere of the interview.

  A high-ranking Konoha official and members of a renowned ninja – such a high-profile visa interview made even the experienced wealthy mert feel nervous.

  The wealthy mert sat up straight, awkwardly mimig Gojo Kaigetsu's at. "I'm pnning to travel to Konohagakure in the Land of Fire with my family of five."

  "Which tries and vilges have you visited before?"

  "Well… none. As you know, the Land of Water has strict trols. I haven't been to any other tries or vilges before."

  The wealthy mert wiped the sweat from his brow, feeling both embarrassed and strangely proud.

  See! The way Konoha treated a wealthy mert like him was not as a mere refugee, but as someone genuinely seeking to settle in Konoha.

  He felt respected!

  His desire to bee an honorary Konoha citizen intensified.

  "Do you have any children? If not, do you pn to have children?"

  "No children. Four of the five in my family are my wives. We pn to have children once we settle down."

  Gojo Kaigetsu's pen, pretending to record information, paused momentarily before he tinued, "What is your occupation? What are your total assets?"

  "Ah? Well…"

  "I'm a honey mert from the Land of Water. As for assets…" The wealthy mert thought for a moment. "Around one hundred million ryō?"

  Silence fell, broken only by the scratg of four pens against paper.

  The wealthy mert wondered how four people could be rec based on such brief questioning, but he dared not ask.

  After a while, he asked anxiously, "Um… Visa Officer-sama, will my family and I be granted Green Cards?"

  "About that…" Gojo Kaigetsu nodded slightly, pig up the bnk sheet of paper in front of him and feigning ption. "In principle, yreen Card application ot be approved."

  "We in Konoha prioritize ninjas, skilled workers, and individuals with specialized expertise. Merts are at the bottom of the list."

  "Also, you have too many wives. If you have children in Konoha, it will e a signifit amount of vilge resources. This is also a factor under sideration."

  "This… this 't be, Visa Officer-sama! What I do to obtain a Green Card?"

  The wealthy mert panicked. Having envisioned a life in Konoha, he could no longer accept the paratively backward vilges and nations.

  As expected of a Great Shinobi Vilge! Other vilges treated merts like treasures, while Konoha seemed to disdain them. Yet, this very disdain made merts like him even more eager.

  "There are ways. Firstly, you must deposit approximately one-sixth of your personal assets as a 'Green Card Special Guarantee Fund' to demonstrate your itment to joining Konoha. If you have no criminal record in Konoha within ten years, it will be returo you."

  "Sedly, as a mert, you must also deposit another one-sixth of your personal assets with the Konoha erce Bureau to ehat you will use these funds for business development and iment in Konoha, tributing your limited value as a mert."

  "Lastly, due to your multiple wives, you must pay an additional one-sixth of your personal assets as a fine for vioting the 'Konoha Fewer Marriages, Fewer Children, Happier Life' policy."

  "If you fulfill these three ditions, then a Konoha Green Card be issued to you."

  The wealthy mert was dumbfounded. "So… I'll only have half of my money left?"

  "If you're not sincere about joining Konoha, please leave. Yreen Card application will not be approved!"

  Gojo Kaigetsu made a gesture as if to toss the bnk paper away. Itachi and Shisui Uchiha, uanding his cue, turheir heads, their Sharingan eyes fixated on the wealthy mert.

  The wealthy mert wiped the sweat from his brow and gritted his teeth. "No! Visa Officer-sama, that's not what I meant at all! I fulfill all your ditions! Please give me another ce."

  The greater the obstacles, the greater the rewards – this rinciple the wealthy mert firmly believed in. He couldn't even imagine how enjoyable life in Konoha would be after spending so much moo join.

  Such a Konoha must be paradise for a wealthy man like him!

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  The moment the wealthy mert agreed, Gojo Kaigetsu stamped the pre-prepared Green Card dots and had Raidō Namiashi hand them over.

  "gratutions to you and your wives for obtaining Konoha Green Cards. We wish you a pleasant life in Konoha." Gojo Kaigetsu said amiably. "Dedicated personnel will tact yarding the paymeails."

  "!"

  The wealthy mert left, clutg the five lightweight Green Cards. As he exited the tent, he couldn't help but straighten his back.

  When his fellees nervously inquired about his experience, he responded with a hint of the Land of Fire's official at.

  Now, he was an honorary Konoha citizen!

  The person to ehe visa tent was a Genin with an unusual appearahe kind that screamed "troublemaker" at first gnce.

  Gojo Kaigetsu g him casually and, uh the wealthy mert, asked a single question. "I will only ask you one question. If you a correctly, you will receive a Konoha Green Card."

  The Genin's eyes lit up. "Please ask."

  "A Kirigakure kunoichi became pregnant with a child fathered by a troublemaker Kirigakure ninja. She experienced five pregnancies, but all ended in miscarriages due to unknown reasoually, the kunoichi died due to plications from the miscarriages."

  "Kirigakure decided to posthumously award her an honorary title. What is that title?"

  Huh?

  The Genin's first rea was bewilderment. What kind of strange question was this?

  He had prepared his answers, determio ceal his past misdeeds and join Konoha to enjoy a peaceful life. But he never expected to be questioned about Kirigakure's deaking.

  ‘This question isn't difficult. This Konoha bigshot is probably testing my abilities as a ninja. I hahis.’

  ‘Kirigakure, Bloody Mist, Enhang ninjas, hero…’ Several keywords fshed through the Genin's mind. He answered, "Behind-the-Ses Hero!"

  "Wrong."

  Gojo Kaigetsu said expressionlessly, "The correswer is 'Nemesis of Evil'."

  "Unfortunately, I ot issue you a Green Card. Please exit and turn right to report to the Kumogakure base. They will wele you there."

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