God-Tier Kazekage: Building the Ultimate Hidden Sand Village

Inside the office, the Third Kazekage wore a serious expression, while Sōmi and Sasori stood before his desk.

"I've received a confidential report; the Genpei clan leader has already set out, personally heading to the Daimyō's residence."

"They've blended into an ordinary caravan, likely carrying goods intended as tribute for the Daimyō."

"Sasori!"

"You will handle this matter. Make sure it's clean and leaves no trace!"

Sasori nodded slightly, showing no emotional fluctuation.

"Kazekage-sama!"

After finishing reading a stack of documents, Sōmi suddenly spoke up.

"Intercepting them halfway is too lenient!"

"The Genpei clan's Daimyō still dares to demand control over Ryugawa District and Asuka District from us..."

A cold gleam flashed in Sōmi's eyes as he continued, "There are two factions within the Daimyō's residence."

"If the 'ambitious faction' led by the Daimyō is currently dominant, then why not have Sasori infiltrate the capital directly?"

"First, secretly control the leader of the 'moderate faction' and have him write a letter conspiring with the Genpei clan's guards to rebel. Sasori can achieve this undetected using his genjutsu and Chakra threads."

"Then, control the guards of the Genpei clan, and have them launch an attack during their audience with the Daimyō."

"Wipe out the Daimyō's residence completely! Destroy all evidence!"

"With such a major incident, when they can't control the situation, they'll surely ask us to assist with the investigation."

"At that point, we can present the letter and use it to support a new Daimyō's ascension. With past lessons and leverage, the new Daimyō will surely know how to strengthen his own discipline..."

"Hmm..."

Sōmi seemed to think of something, suddenly changing the subject.

"How are the 'tribute collections' from Ryugawa District and Asuka District coming along?"

"Almost done," the Third Kazekage replied.

"Recently, we've had people disguise themselves as officials from the Daimyō's residence to collect the 'annual tribute,' 'donations,' and 'spring gifts,' and we've also taken half of the wealth from those wealthy merchants as 'virtuous money'..."

Sōmi nodded slightly, realizing that under such sustainable exploitation, the resentment of the people there must have accumulated sufficiently.

Once the Daimyō is 'assassinated,' it will allow for a certain degree of public anger to be vented.

When Sunagakure steps in afterward, returning the wealth taken from them through other means of assurance, it will boost Sunagakure's reputation.

When the autumn harvest arrives, they can further capitalize on the Daimyō's name to reap more benefits...

Several plans flashed through Sōmi's mind in an instant.

After a lengthy discussion with the Kazekage, Sōmi and Sasori finally finalized the specific plan for this operation. Sasori merely listened quietly from the side.

"Good!"

"Sasori, you should head to the Daimyō's residence first."

After instructing Sasori, the Kazekage turned to Sōmi.

"Sōmi, you've become quite proficient with the Tailed Beast's power, haven't you?"

Sōmi nodded confidently.

"Great! Go to the border of Ryugawa District and deal with those insolent Mist shinobi to boost Sunagakure's reputation!"

The Third Kazekage's eyes gleamed with excitement as he spoke. The dream of shedding the label of being the 'tail end of the great nations' was finally within reach under his leadership!

With the discussion concluded, Sōmi and Sasori exited the Kazekage's office.

"Sasori, how's the Summoning: Impure World Reincarnation technique coming along?"

"Almost ready."

When discussing this, a glimmer of light finally appeared in Sasori's eyes.

Sōmi patted Sasori's shoulder, saying, "Don't worry, I'll capture a few more Mist shinobi this time. Once our mission is complete, we can test it thoroughly."

"Once confirmed, we can attempt to summon your parents' souls."

"If there's anyone among the Genpei clan with exceptional Chakra control, don't kill them—capture them and have them practice the Forbidden Technique..."

Sasori nodded, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"The road ahead is long... Sasori, as long as the war hasn't ended completely, even if your parents are successfully revived, they, including us, might still fall to some powerful enemy..."

Sōmi clasped his hands behind his head, speaking with a sense of lament.

A formidable dancer's image flashed through his mind; with Sōmi's current strength, he couldn't even dance in the presence of such an individual.

"I heard the Kazekage-sama plans to have you take on the role of a Jōnin instructor while teaching puppet techniques?"

After walking side by side for a while, Sōmi suddenly asked.

"Yes."

"Teaching a class is too troublesome, so I declined, but the Kazekage insisted on assigning the task of teaching puppet techniques to me."

Sasori's tone carried a hint of dissatisfaction.

"What about those people?"

As Sōmi and Sasori slowly entered a bustling street area, the crowd became denser, and Sōmi glanced around.

"They're too clumsy, unable to do this or that..."

"But fortunately, they do appreciate the puppets I create, constantly praising them as rare works of art..."

"Those people only have that much discernment left."

Sasori commented, feeling somewhat gratified by the puppet masters' admiration, considering the effort he put into crafting those puppets.

"Kurasa! Selling Kurasa!"

Suddenly, Sasori was drawn by a scent; he lightly twitched his nose and followed the cries of the street vendor.

Sōmi, who was training his eyes to spot beautiful young women, couldn't help but follow Sasori.

The scent grew stronger and stronger, its peculiar odor causing Sōmi's brow to furrow instinctively.

What should have been a bustling corner filled with various stalls now only had one old man with a white beard setting up a large iron pot, with a small flame constantly licking the bottom.

Nearby were a few small tables and benches.

Inside the pot was a sticky, grayish substance, atop which seemed to hover a malevolent spirit, continuously emitting malice.

The vendor stirred and fried the substance with a spatula. When Sasori ordered two bowls, the wrinkles on the old man's face smoothed out as if he'd finally found a kindred spirit, his hands suddenly filled with vigor.

He continuously took ingredients from small cloth bags beside the boiler and tossed them into the pot.

Soon, two steaming bowls of Kurasa were placed in front of Sōmi and Sasori.

Gulp!

Sōmi stiffly swallowed a large lump of saliva. Despite being covered in fresh green herbs and fine white rice flour, the gray-black paste in the bowl still exuded an aura of darkness akin to a flock of crows lurking within.

Upon closer sniffing, amid the strong and peculiar scent, there was a faint hint of grass.

Sōmi turned to look at Sasori, who was slurping the broth with gusto, and a bead of sweat unknowingly slid down his chin.

Finally, he mustered his courage, clenched his teeth, and took a bite.

Instantly, Sōmi felt as if he were a herdsman roaming the primal grasslands, kicked hard in the throat by an old ox under the blood-red sunset.

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