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Chapter 416 Tourism Redevelopment Project in Iwagakure Village

Since most of the Iwagakure ninjas were sent to the desert of the Land of Wind to carry out a relocation mission, the village was almost empty, with only some old, weak, sick, disabled, and genin remaining.

Just then, the Daimyo of the Land of Earth made another move.

"Improve the environment of the ninja village and rebuild Iwagakure."

When the document was delivered to Iwagakure, the few Chunin left behind looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Rebuild? How do we rebuild?"

"I don't know, but it's the Daimyo's order..."

Before they could report to Onoki, the daimyo's demolition team arrived.

It wasn't ninjas who arrived; it was a construction crew from the Daimyo's mansion. They brought scrolls, tools, and a large sum of money, and drove straight into Iwagakure.

"Fellow villagers," the construction team leader announced loudly, standing in the central square of Iwagakure, holding up a document stamped with the daimyo's seal, "By order of the Great Familiar, Iwagakure will undergo a complete renovation! All villagers are requested to relocate within three days. Compensation will be distributed by designated personnel at that time!"

The residents of Iwagakure were dumbfounded.

"Move? Move to where?"

"Compensation? How much?"

"Why should we be allowed to demolish the house we've lived in our whole lives?"

But no one explained much to them.

The construction team went door to door, knocking on each house and handing out demolition agreements.

The agreement states the compensation amount, and note that 90% of people waver on this amount. Of the remaining 10%, the vast majority just want more, and a very small minority are reluctant to move because they have an emotional attachment to the house.

Those who were willing to sign received money on the spot and were then asked to leave the village and resettled in nearby city housing.

The construction team didn't force those who were unwilling to sign; they just smiled and said, "Please think about it some more; there's no rush."

But the "no rush" part actually meant that you'd have to sign eventually anyway. Because on the third day, the construction team started demolishing the house.

Regardless of whether there are people inside or whether the residents agree.

With a loud crash, an old house collapsed; with another loud crash, another one collapsed.

Dust filled the air, and the few remaining households were without water and electricity. With their neighbors all gone, most gave up and chose to leave.

For the very few stubborn individuals who refused to move out, a psychological counselor would visit them. Surprisingly, the counselor was quite effective; they agreed to move out the next day, looking happy and showing no signs of being drugged or hypnotized.

The residents of Iwagakure stood in the resettlement houses not far away, watching the houses they had lived in for decades being demolished. Some were sad, some were nostalgic, some remained silent, and most felt fortunate because they now lived in better houses.

Of course, there are some extreme and malicious individuals, but in the face of the general trend, they are simply like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. These businessmen, nobles, and famous figures have all invested a lot of resources in the construction of the new tourist area. If you come to stop them, you are causing trouble, you are hindering the country's tourism development...

So naturally, everything was arranged clearly: those with family were placed in faraway places, while those without family disappeared without a trace, supposedly going to a very far world.

Three days later, when Onoki returned from the desert, he found only ruins. His village, his Iwagakure village, his home. Gone!

Not a single one remains.

Ōnoki stood before the ruins, his hands trembling with rage, his lips pale. He had lived for over sixty years, experiencing war, betrayal, and life and death.

But he had never experienced anything like this before.

His village was destroyed because of his own name.

And it happened when he wasn't around.

"My...my Iwagakure...Daimyo, you've gone too far! I'll never forgive you!"

This is no longer a problem that money can solve. Daming Prefecture has been testing him step by step, and finally revealed its claws, preparing to ride on his neck and defecate.

What tourism projects, what ecological talent development? They're just driving all these natives away, turning their Iwagakure into their Daimyo's Iwagakure.

All that talk about a three-year agreement and a fair fight was a lie. Now it seems it was all just a delaying tactic!

He looked up into the distance and saw that he was using a large excavator and earth magic to gradually rebuild Rock Shadow Village, making it unrecognizable, especially since the previous generations of projected statues had been affected.

His anger surged, and he could no longer suppress it. He flew into the sky and used Dust Escape!

"Dust Release: Particle Style!" The light swept over all the newly built bridges and large instruments, obliterating all traces of what did not belong to Iwagakure, turning them back into ruins.

On the ruins, his men were clearing away the rubble, trying to dig out anything still usable.

"Onoki, what are you doing!" A government official supervising the construction immediately jumped out and rebuked, "Do you know how valuable these instruments are? How valuable these workers are? You've ruined them all and killed them all. Do you even respect our Daimyo Prefecture?"

The official got more and more worked up and finally started cursing. Onoki glanced at him coldly, raised his hand, and used Dust Release to knock him out of sight.

"Those with guts, follow me."

"Lord Onoki, where are we going?" a ninja couldn't help but ask.

"Come with me to Daming Prefecture. We're going to kill someone. You forced us into this! The Ming Dynasty has gone too far. I think it's time to change its leadership."

At this moment, Onoki's eyes were filled with uncontrollable killing intent. He had been hesitant and cautious all along, but what awaited him was only repeated attempts to take advantage of him.

Having figured everything out, he felt a surge of relief. Perhaps he should have done this a long time ago…

Kill! We ninjas have so much power, why don't we kill them?

Onoki flew in the sky, followed by more than twenty of the most loyal elite ninjas from Iwagakure.

Their destination was the Daimyo's Mansion in the Land of Earth. However, when they were only halfway there, a figure suddenly appeared in the sky.

The figure swooped down from the clouds, blocking the way for Onoki and the others.

"Onoki, stop right there."

Onoki looked closely, his smile growing colder: "So it's Kakuzu, the finance minister of the Land of Dragons! We don't need you to worry about the affairs of the Land of Earth. Get out of my way! Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite."

"Onoki, what exactly are you trying to do?" Kakuzu asked, frowning.

Just now, the Den Den Mushi in his cochlea came through a call; it was from Jian Gong, who had survived and was not far away.

He told Kakuzu that Onoki had gone berserk!

Not only have they destroyed the buildings, but they've also destroyed large-scale equipment. Now they're marching towards the Daimyo's residence in the Land of Earth.

Upon hearing this, the actor felt a pang of heartache. Although he knew it was all acting, there were still costs involved.