Net Worth Statement
As of February 3, 2002
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Assets:
1. Cash and Cash Equivalents: $500,000,000,000
- Bank Accounts: $500,000,000,000
2. Equity Holdings:
- Google: $300,000,000
- Microsoft: $150,000,000
- Amazon: $250,000,000
- Netflix: $120,000,000
- Volkswagen: $180,000,000
- Toyota: $200,000,000
- Suzuki: $130,000,000
- Maersk: $220,000,000
- Mediterranean Shipping Company: $170,000,000
- CMA CGM: $180,000,000
- Vista Outdoor Inc: $200,000,000
- Sportsman's Warehouse Holdings, Inc: $200,000,000
Total Equity Holdings: $2,480,000,000
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Total Assets: $502,480,000,000
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Liabilities: None
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Net Worth: $502,480,000,000
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Sincerely,
Bank of Japan
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Seven years had passed since Hiroshi asked his uncle to invest his money across various companies and industries.
Gazing at his net worth, Hiroshi was ecstatic. He suddenly exclaimed, "As I recall, the richest man during this time was Bill Gates, with a net worth of 52 billion. And I, who possess Gilgamesh's Golden Rule, now have 500 billion! Throughout the heavens and the earth, I alone am the affluent One!"
"What are you shouting about, Hiroshi?" Satoru asked as he saw his friend coming out of the bank.
"Look," Hiroshi handed Satoru the statement.
"Billion...I should call you 'Rich Nerd' now," Satoru said.
"The word is 'rich'," Hiroshi corrected, holding his nose high.
"What's the context for this?" Satoru inquired.
Throughout Hiroshi and Satoru's friendship, Hiroshi's habit of code-switching had rubbed off on Satoru.
"Whoa, you picked up English?" Hiroshi asked Satoru.
"Nah, I just learned from you. Usually, you would speak English and occasionally utter words that were incomprehensible. But after a bit of reading here and there, I realized that the incomprehensible words you were uttering were slang," Satoru explained.
"So, you did learn, hehe. How was it?" Hiroshi asked.
"Pretty easy. With these eyes, I can easily learn anything and everything," Satoru boasted.
"Must be nice to learn everything so easily," Hiroshi remarked.
"It's not like you don't learn just as fast as me, if not faster. I haven't been able to master the Reverse Cursed Technique yet," Satoru admitted.
Suddenly, Hiroshi's phone rang.
"This is Hiroshi."
"Hiroshi, it's time," Hiroto said.
"Time for what?" Hiroshi smiled, playing dumb.
"Don't play dumb, my nephew, haha. It's time for me to retire," Hiroto announced jubilantly.
"I'll return to Kyoto in a while, Uncle. I'll see you soon," Hiroshi said.
"Bring your friend as well. I know he's listening in. Gojo kid, you will also be inheriting the Gojo Clan in the future, so come to Kyoto and watch Hiroshi do it first, haha," Hiroto invited, knowing his retirement was imminent.
"I'll see you soon as well, Uncle," Satoru said.
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March 29, 2002
Senju Forest, Senju Palace
A few days earlier, I was busy rehearsing the traditional ceremonies. My ascension to Clan Head is going to happen on my birthday today. Rehearsals are such a pain.
Gojo Satoru was testing his edge against the present Senju Sorcerers. Dodging a multitude of attacks—water, earth, and strange chains that could seal off his curse energy. These were just a few of the curse techniques of the Senju Clan. A few minutes later, the Senju Sorcerers were on the ground. "The Senju have absurd amounts of curse energy reserves, but I'm still stronger," Satoru Gojo remarked.
Applause came from behind as Hiroshi appeared, clad in a black kimono laced with gold.
The Senju Sorcerers stood up and greeted in unison, "Good morning, Patriarch!"
"Hello, Good Morning," Hiroshi greeted back.
"So, how are the skills of my clansmen?" Hiroshi asked Satoru.
"Pretty good and troublesome. The name of Senju, a Clan of a Thousand Skills, is without a doubt true," Satoru acknowledged.
"Glad to know my rival appreciates my clansmen. You heard him, stand proud!" Hiroshi declared to the Senju Sorcerers on the training ground.
"Thank you, Gojo-sama!" the Senju Sorcerers replied before leaving the training ground.
"I guess I'll change too. Congratulations, Hiroshi," Satoru said.
A few hours later, the moment arrived, heralded by the resonant sound of a gong echoing throughout Senju Palace.
Music filled the air, and dancers emerged. The Senju Clan took their seats at the front, with the Gojo Clan positioned adjacent to them. Behind these distinguished families sat the Zenin and the Kamo clans, arranged similarly. Naobito Zenin, alongside the young Naoya Zenin, sat among the Zenin Clan members, assessing the number of sorcerers and gauging the overall power of the Senju clan, all while enjoying his drink.
Chisuke Kamo, together with the members of the Kamo Clan and the young heir, Noritoshi Kamo—who had been appointed heir due to his inheritance of the Blood Manipulation technique, despite being born to a mistress—was also observing the Senju clan. With the Senju Clan's prominence and their alliance with the Gojo Clan, who had the Prime Minister within their sphere of influence and the Jujutsu Commander as Gojo Satoru's father, the Kamo and the Zenin clans had been seeking ways to elevate their status from the constraints imposed by the power of the Senju and Gojo clans.
The music ceased as Hiroshi stood concealed behind large, petal-like fans.
"Let us welcome the 41st Patriarch of the Senju Clan, Hiroshi Senju," Hiroto announced, his voice steady, though he attempted to mask the joy he felt at the sight of his 15-year-old nephew.
As Hiroto spoke, applause filled the venue. Even the Zenin and Kamo clans, despite their strained relations with the Senju, offered their respect to not only the Patriarch of the Senju Clan but also one of the few Special Grade Sorcerers in the world.
The petals were then removed one by one, revealing Hiroshi Senju. Black hair kept in a clean man bun, black eyes, a medium skin tone, a chiseled jawline, and an arrogant smile adorning his face. Standing at 190 cm at the age of 15, he was dressed in a black kimono laced with gold.
"Let's make this more interesting," Hiroshi declared, raising his hand. As if on cue, the trees surrounding the venue blossomed with sakura flowers, and within minutes, sakura petals began showering the venue.
With his first step, he unleashed his curse energy, the force of which immobilized the members of both the Zenin and the Kamo clans.
Hiroshi's action served as a bold declaration, showcasing his strength. It was a clear message that no matter the strategy, when confronted with overwhelming power, all plans are futile.
The only one unfazed by Hiroshi's Curse Energy was Gojo Satoru, who stood at the end of the red carpet with a smirk.
"You scared the little fish in the venue, Hiroshi," Satoru remarked.
"It was just a little show of power, Satoru," Hiroshi replied, extending his fist as Satoru and he fist bumped.
Naobito Zenin observed the plants thoughtfully. "The wielder of the Curse Technique that manipulates all vegetations, the Spell of the Divine Tree, and friends with the wielder of the Six Eyes and Infinity. No wonder the curses have been growing stronger; absurd cursed techniques like this exist simultaneously."
Hearing the rumors and hearsay about Hiroshi Senju was different. Just one release of his curse energy had frozen the entire venue for a good minute. In that moment, they realized they were witnessing the pinnacle of power in the sorcerer world. With Hiroshi Senju's ascension and Gojo Satoru's future rise, it was undeniable that the Senju and Gojo clans would become dominant forces in the sorcerer world.
As Hiroshi continued walking down the carpet, a sense of foreboding washed over him. The moment he was crowned the 41st Patriarch, he knew he would gain something significant.
On stage, he saw Hiroto Senju, flooding with memories from the moment he was born until now. This man had been with him throughout his entire life, his uncle and father figure, now in his mid-50s, holding onto a box.
"What have you got there, Oji?" Hiroshi asked casually.
"This is your haori. It will symbolize your legitimacy and authority as the Patriarch of the Senju Clan," Hiroto explained, opening the box to reveal a white haori with the kanji "Head" emblazoned on it.
Hiroshi donned the haori.
"Congratulations, Patriarch," Hiroto Senju said.
"Oh, come on, Oji, you can keep calling me Hiroshi," Hiroshi replied.
"It's for formality, Hiroshi. Now, speak a few words to the rest of the clan."
Hiroshi surveyed the entirety of the Senju clansmen assembled in front of him, the power and authority washing over him. Now in control of the Senju Clan, one of the four Great Sorcerer Families.
"Glory to the Senju!" Hiroshi exclaimed, raising his fist to the heavens.
"The Strength of the Forest!" The Senju clansmen replied in unison, their voices reverberating across the entire Senju Palace.
As Hiroshi declared this, something within his body was changing. It was as if his cells were jumping in joy, an endless warmth spreading throughout his body. Surely, this had something to do with his first wish, the Hashirama template. But for now, Hiroshi would celebrate his birthday and ascension.
Two days later, in the Senju Palace Conference Room:
Hiroshi, now the Patriarch of the Senju Clan, held his first clan meeting. As he walked towards the conference room wearing the black yukata with gold lace and the white Haori with the kanji "Head," he met Hiroto, who was waiting for him.
"Yo, Oji," Hiroshi greeted nonchalantly.
"Still nonchalant as ever, Hiroshi. But perhaps that's what's unique about you. I'm sure your father would be proud, as I am," Hiroto said, looking at his nephew.
Hiroshi hugged him. "Those words mean a lot, Oji. Thank you."
"Hohoho, getting emotional, are we?" Hiroto teased, patting Hiroshi's back.
"What are you going to do now that you are retiring, Oji?" Hiroshi asked.
"Spend more time with your aunt," he said ambiguously, but Hiroshi understood what he meant.
"Oji, have you ever heard of the cattle and the fields?" Hiroshi asked.
"No, but what is that?" Hiroto inquired.
"It's a Chinese saying that the cattle will be exhausted from plowing before the fields are satisfied."
Hiroto cleared his throat. "Get on with the meeting. The fields will be satisfied before this oxen is exhausted," he said sternly.
"Hehe, I reckon tomorrow your waist will hurt," Hiroshi teased as he ran off.
"Damn nephew... 'cattle,' huh? Where did he read that?" Hiroto asked himself, shaking his head.
Hiroshi opened the sliding door, greeted by the elders bowing with their foreheads touching the ground in unison.
"Good morning, Patriarch," they said in unison.
"Good morning, elders," Hiroshi replied, walking to the center and taking his seat at the head.
"Raise your heads, and let's start the meeting," Hiroshi said.
"Thank you, Patriarch," they replied.
The clan meeting commenced with an air of anticipation, the Side House drawing Hiroshi's focus as Senju Mizuki, with a tone of reverence, addressed him as the new Patriarch. "With your ascension, Patriarch, your personal guard shall also be established, chosen from the 'Senkō Butai' (Thousand Skills Corps), comprising five Sorcerers whom you will personally select," Mizuki proclaimed.
Intrigued, Hiroshi inquired about the operations of the Side House. "Could you provide a brief explanation of how the Side House operates?" he asked.
Mizuki, with a sense of pride, proceeded to elucidate, "The Side House operates through two units: the 'Senkō Butai,' which consists of Grade 1 and Special Grade 1 Sorcerers, surpassing even the esteemed Hei Unit of the Zenins. Meanwhile, 'Gyokkō' (Jade Light) which is a metaphor refering to sunlight filtering through leaves or shining on themselves.
As the backbone of the Senju Sorcerers, a unit dedicated to nurturing all Sorcerers, whether they possess innate techniques or not. For those blessed with innate abilities, training focuses on honing their cursed technique, while those without are taught non-innate techniques. It is this system that has earned our clan the moniker of 'the clan with a thousand skills' due to its inherent versatility."
A woman in her forties, identified as the head of the Senkō Butai, Senju Mizuki—formerly Zenin Mizuki—stood tall. Her story, one of abandonment and discrimination due to her seemingly lesser Curse Technique involving the manipulation of Iron Fillings, resonated deeply. Her departure from the Zenin Clan led her to the Senju Clan, where her true talents flourished. Mizuki's journey from being scorned to attaining the status of a Grade 1 Sorcerer in another clan exemplified her resilience and strength as well as her disdain to the Zenin Clan.
Understanding the importance of adequately equipping their Sorcerers, Hiroshi delved further. "What about equipment? Are our Sorcerers adequately equipped?" he inquired.
Assuringly, Mizuki responded, "Our Sorcerers are indeed well-equipped."
Curious about firearms, Hiroshi pressed on, "And firearms?"
Mizuki clarified, "No, Patriarch. We equip our Sorcerers with cold weapons or cursed weapons."
Undeterred, Hiroshi revealed his intentions. "Under my leadership, the Senju Clan shall advance further. Henceforth, all Sorcerers below Grade 1 shall carry firearms—specifically, cursed firearms. Given that Grade 2 cursed spirits and below can be dispatched with a shotgun, it's imperative for our safety."
Concerned about the resources required for such a significant shift, Mizuki voiced her apprehensions. "But Patriarch, overhauling the weapon system of the Clan will necessitate substantial resources," she cautioned.
Assuring her, Hiroshi clarified, "I propose not an overhaul, but an update. Sorcerers may still wield their preferred cold weapons, but firearms shall be issued for added protection. With our clan's vast reservoirs of curse energy, imbuing bullets with cursed energy is well within our means."
Acknowledging his decree, Mizuki acquiesced, "Understood, Patriarch. And what of your personal guard?"
"Later today, I shall personally select them. They must be prepared," Hiroshi affirmed resolutely.
"As you command, Patriarch. That concludes the matters of the Side House," Mizuki declared.
Inquisitive about the Auxiliary House, Hiroshi turned his attention to an elder in a business suit, who saluted respectfully.
"Greetings, Patriarch. I am Senju Hideyoshi," the elder introduced himself. "We have documents regarding the approval of factories in China and India, as well as the acquisition of the oil industry in the Middle East."
"Let me review them," Hiroshi requested.
Handing over the documents, Hideyoshi awaited Hiroshi's verdict. After a brief perusal, Hiroshi spoke with confidence, "Allocate 60% to India and 40% to China. Despite China's apparent dominance now, I foresee a shift in the coming years. India's trajectory in the global manufacturing industry will ascend, surpassing China's in due time."
Armed with insights from his past life, Hiroshi navigated the complexities of this world, leveraging his knowledge to shape the future. In a realm where supernatural powers reign, his foresight into geopolitical trends offered him a strategic advantage, ensuring the Senju Clan's prosperity in the years to come.
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After attending to the pressing matters of the clan, Hiroshi made his way to the training grounds, where a gathering of forty Senju Sorcerers, comprising Grades 1 and 2, awaited him. With a succinct declaration, he outlined the challenge: "Whoever can break free from the confines of my aura will earn a place as one of my personal guards. You have one minute."
The gravity of the task ahead reflected in the solemn expressions of his clansmen as they nodded in acknowledgment.
"Begin!" Hiroshi's command echoed across the grounds, accompanied by the overwhelming surge of his monstrous cursed energy. The formidable aura washed over the assembled Sorcerers, freezing them in their tracks.
Hiroshi initiated the countdown, his voice cutting through the tension. "Fifty-nine, fifty-eight... -twenty-five, twenty-four... -ten, nine, eight..."
Three figures surged forward, two men and a woman, striving against the oppressive force. As the countdown neared its end, two more joined them in breaking free, standing defiantly before their Patriarch.
"Five of you will be entrusted with the task of combating cursed spirits below Special Grade when you accompany me on duty. Understand?" Hiroshi's directive was met with a resounding affirmation from the chosen five.
With a nod to Senju Mizuki, who stood beside him, Hiroshi took his leave, departing for the solitude of the Senju Forest.
One might ask, why select those who can move under the physical pressure as guards? Simply put, when facing Special Grade Cursed Spirits, having the ability to move, even if it's just to run or take action, can mean the difference between life and death.
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In the tranquility of the forest, Hiroshi welcomed the solitude with a sigh of relief. "Finally, some alone time," he muttered to himself as he created a wood clone, delegating the responsibilities of Patriarch to it. "You'll hold down the fort while I enjoy some freedom. Clear?"
"Understood, Bossman," the clone replied dutifully before returning to the palace to assume its role.
"Now, onto my experiment," Hiroshi muttered, retrieving a scroll and summoning forth a naginata. With a deliberate slice to his arm, he tested his hypothesis, observing as his wound regenerated almost instantaneously, without the need for the Reverse Curse Technique.
"Hashirama's Healing Factor," he noted, contemplating the implications. Moving to a nearby tree, he unleashed a powerful punch, noting the enhanced raw physical strength that accompanied his actions.
"As Clan Head of the Senju Clan, the template is complete," Hiroshi mused, recognizing the culmination of his newfound abilities. "Sage Mode is within reach, given the presence of Hashirama's Healing Factor and his physical strength."
Hiroshi began practicing his moves from the Shinboku no Jumon to his Genjutsu and then his go-to technique, "Cero". "The Rasengan doesn't perform as well as what I hoped it to be, so it's a failure of a technique. Therefore, Cero is the much better choice since it's essentially compressing Cursed Energy and firing it in a concentrated beam. Although I only watched the anime until the Shibuya Arc, there were spoilers from the Manga about some dude who could fire intense beams from his Pompadour. With my godly control over Cursed Energy, I can do it, but obviously from my fingers. Cool factor is a must, and firing from the hair is kinda... not my style, hehe," Hiroshi thought to himself.