Shinigami in the Ninja World

Chapter 202: Uncle Naruto

Sasuke Uchiha decided to become the leader of a new country.

Konoha Ninja Village—no, the "Ninja" in the name was to be removed, making it simply "Konoha Village."

Ninjas would be sent out in batches, spreading throughout the former Land of Fire and even beyond its borders.

Dismantling an organization can be both challenging and straightforward.

"I didn't expect Sasuke Uchiha to take this approach," Shikaku sighed. "Is he trying to break the barrier between ninjas and ordinary people with this method?"

"His idea is commendable."

"But I'm not sure…"

He trailed off, furrowing his brow.

In his view, most ninjas might lose their livelihood once separated from the "ninja system."

These were people who had been trained as ninjas from a young age...

Their understanding of the world was vastly different from that of ordinary citizens.

Take Konoha, for example.

Aside from medical ninjas, the Inuzuka clan, and his own Nara clan, most ninjas would likely lose their means of income immediately after the "ninja system" was dismantled.

If this issue isn't addressed...

Even with Sasuke Uchiha or Naruto Uzumaki leading them, those desperate, hungry ninjas might resort to drastic measures and end up causing more harm than good.

Kakashi looked up, smiling slightly: "Maybe so."

"But compared to before, this is definitely a change."

"Now, we have a chance to live like ordinary people."

For most ninjas, living like ordinary people was a luxury.

Of course...

Not many cooperated as willingly as Konoha.

Most ninja clans had no intention of relocating to other areas, let alone being dispersed as Sasuke intended.

They were hoping to gain more during this time of change.

The younger generation might not have strong opinions on the matter.

But the older ones...

Now, they wanted to become the new "Daimyo."

They didn't care about the intangible "power" the Daimyo once wielded—they had real strength, enough to lord over ordinary people.

Even a Genin could rule a town and wield authority.

Why should those Daimyo live a life of luxury?

Why couldn't they?

Resistance was constant.

But it posed no real threat—just small pockets of clan power that Sasuke could suppress on his own, though it did wear him out.

Meanwhile, Naruto was

Rukia froze.

She stopped mid-bow, just about to greet him.

Exile?

But...

Wasn't the charge against them already lifted by Seireitei?

"Is it really okay to bring that up?" Kisuke Urahara pressed down on his hat, his tone subdued. "You Kuchiki people aren't going to arrest me, right?"

Naruto patted Rukia on the head. "Don't be fooled by his current appearance; he's actually a very reliable person."

"With few exceptions, he can solve any problem you encounter."

Rukia nodded, snapping out of her daze, and greeted loudly, "I'll be in your care, Shopkeeper Urahara."

Meanwhile, at another location in Karakura Town...

In the "Kurosaki Clinic"...

A blond-haired teenager, just home from school, looked over the table full of delicious dishes in the living room.

"Why is there such a feast today?" he asked, peeking around.

Isshin Kurosaki grinned widely. "Today, we have a very important old friend visiting."

"We haven't seen him in a long time."

The blond-haired boy looked at his father curiously.

In all these years...

He had never heard of his father having any friends, apart from some neighbors or patients.

"He was the witness to your mother's and my marriage," Masaki Kurosaki called out from the kitchen, smiling as she peeked her head out. "Without him, I wouldn't have been with your father, and you wouldn't exist."

The blond-haired boy sighed, frowning slightly. "Please don't say things that could be easily misunderstood."

His family was great.

But there was just one thing...

His parents were a bit too unconventional.

One was a fool; the other was naturally ditzy.

Compared to them, he, as their son, acted more like the adult.

He was still pondering this when the doorbell rang, and the blond-haired boy went to answer it.

The moment he opened the door, he instinctively looked away as the sunlight was too bright.

"Excuse me, is this the home of Isshin Kurosaki and Masaki Kurosaki?" A gentle yet powerful voice greeted him.

The blond-haired boy looked up and responded, "Yes, it is."

In front of him stood a man with a kind face, who spoke, "I'm their friend, Naruto Uzumaki. Have they mentioned me?"

"They just did," the boy nodded, bowing politely. "I'm their eldest son."

"Ichigo Kurosaki."

"Uncle Naruto, it's a pleasure to meet you."