The suggestion for Hiruzen Sarutobi was only a small attempt, and it didn't matter whether it was successful or not.
Manoshi did have the thought of spreading ideas and reforming the shinobi world, but he refused to do it himself. He didn't have time. He was in a hurry to improve his strength.
'The one with the harder fist was in the right, wasn't it?'
As for spreading ideas and reforming the shinobi world, naturally, there were tools to help him conquer the world.
Manoshi had been secretly planning for future development.
Speaking of a useful tool, as a member of the Uchiha clan, others naturally labeled him as a non-conformist. In addition, he graduated from Ninja School ahead of time, with very few people of his age.
People of the same group, such as Might Guy, Asuma Sarutobi, Kurenai Yūhi, and Hayate Gekkō were famous.
Unfortunately, he wasn't familiar with them.
As for people in the Uchiha clan, sorry, but he only knew three, Fugaku Uchiha and his sons. After all, all the rest were dead.
But Shisui Uchiha, the rare humble descendant of Uchiha, who had always stayed around him and loved to listen to Manoshi's "stories", was taken away to war by his father. No one knew what happened to him.
'Um ... Might Guy?'
Crack!
"Ah, I'm very sorry!" Manoshi, who felt he had broken something, hastened to apologize. After carefully sensing his surroundings, he discovered that it was the old woman he met before, and she changed the stall position where she sold porcelain.
"Why is it you again, Granny? " He crouched down to help Granny clean up the broken porcelain pieces and said, "How much is this jar that I broke? I don't have any money on me right now. I'll send it over to you later. "
The old woman replied with a trembling voice, "500 ryō."
"No problem, you will still be here today, right? " He picked the small pieces into the remains of the porcelain jar, holding it in one hand and continuing with his walking stick in the other.
This time he went to the garrison instead of heading home.
"Hey, that ..."
Manoshi found the same Uchiha who had been beaten by him before.
"What are you doing here again? " Although Manoshi couldn't see, just listening to the gloomy tone of voice, he knew that the other party was in a bad mood.
"I'm sorry!" A very standard Japanese 90-degree bow. "I didn't think that the granny was actually a porcelain scammer. I was presumptuous; I'm sorry. "
"Humph. Is that how indiscriminate we, the police force, and I, Ryokaze Uchiha, are in your eyes?"
"Even so, you can't treat her with that attitude." Just because he was saying an apology didn't mean Manoshi approved of his attitude. "If your attitude is bad, it would be misunderstood by the surrounding villagers. "
"Just a bunch of ordinary people, living under the shelter of shinobis. Who are they to judge us?"
This was the standard Uchiha way of thinking, or rather the view of most shinobis.
But in Manoshi's view, it was a big mistake.
"If you think like that about unproductive shinobis, the villagers are just 'lambs' kept by shinobis, then what's the difference between you and those mountain thieves who are annihilated in missions? It will only bring out fear and rejection of the other party. Is that really what the Police want?"
The establishment of the Ninja Village was born out of the beautiful expectation of peace between Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha to protect the clans, which naturally included those ordinary people.
You don't really think that all the people in the Warring States Period could really all be shinobis, do you? The cost of supporting a shinobi was still very high. For example, Suna Village had to limit the number of ninjas because of its poverty and its famous "stingy" Daimyō. The Kiri village was even implementing an elite shinobi strategy called Blood Mist.
To cut to the chase, the treatment of civilians depended on one's ethical standards, and the ninja community, whose individual strength couldn't be completely separated from the collective and retained a certain degree of superiority, naturally had a higher moral standing.
It's as if well-off people didn't mind contributing to a small charity, whether it's a life pursuit or a love of vanity, no matter for what purpose, the results were good.
Therefore, Manoshi didn't expect the police to have the lofty ideal of serving the people. He only persuaded in a tempting tone, "If you have a better attitude when patrolling, even if you pretend, wouldn't you win everyone's recognition and support?"
"Humph, Uchiha members don't need other people's approval. "
"Really don't need it? Doesn't everyone want a Hokage from the Uchiha clan? It turned out to be just for profit. "
Perhaps the rotten Uchiha elders thought so, but the shinobi and clansmen at the bottom were far less shady.
"It's not like you think it is. "
"Hey, Ryokaze. " Manoshi stopped Ryokaze Uchiha, who turned to go. "Lend me some money, and I'll give you back. "
Manoshi left; the jar he was holding in his left hand still contained the 200 ryō he had "extorted" from Ryokaze Uchiha.
Next stop, shopping street.
"Boss, can you help me choose a porcelain jar about the size of this one? "
Manoshi went to the porcelain store and laid the broken jars in his hand on the counter.
The owner of the porcelain store held the jar in front of his eyes and used the magnifying glass hanging around his neck to take a closer look before confirming the origin of the jar, which was actually taken away from his store by the old woman, Hanako.
"Guest, to be honest, this porcelain jar was sold from me. It's just a defective product and worthless. "
On the one hand, the boss was embarrassed to expose Hanako's scam. But, on the other hand, he was unwilling to see a blind child get scammed and could only remind him in such a subtle way.
"It doesn't matter. Just give me an identical genuine one, please. "
Seeing that Manoshi insisted on it, the boss took an identical porcelain jar from the cabinet behind him and handed it to him, "The price of this jar is 152 ryō. "
Removing the 200-ryō banknote from the tattered jar, the boss fished out a 50-ryō coin from his pocket and put it into the brand-new jar.
Going back to the street where the old woman set up the stall, Manoshi put the newly bought jar on the linen cloth laid by the old woman without saying a word.
"Manoshi-sama still hasn't changed a bit. "
As he continued walking with his walking stick, a familiar voice came from behind Manoshi.
"Obviously only 12 years old, but acting like a kind old man. "
"It's not about being an old man. It's about following the rules. I broke someone else's stuff, so of course, I have to give equivalent compensation. "
"Oki, long time no see. Did you come back from the battlefield?"
Even if he couldn't see it, he could tell a person's identity by voice and body shape alone. It was Oki Miyamoto, a former teammate of Manoshi.
"Yes, after you were sent to the hospital, we rested in the village for less than three days before we were sent to the border of the Land of Wind again ..." With the vastness of age, Oki touched his empty sleeve. "But this time, we weren't so lucky. "
"Really? "
Manoshi walked on with his walking stick.
"Walk with me around the village. "
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