"So, tell me, what kind of business do you want to discuss?"
Gin crossed his arms and looked at Sakumo.
If it was about business, he wouldn't mind making some money.
After all, if he ever did leave Konoha, he would need money wherever he went.
Being a ninja without a penny would mean resorting to robbery, and in these times, apart from the nobles, who had money?
Messing with nobles meant messing with a nest of ninjas.
It was better to have some money of his own.
"I want a jutsu that can win this war."
Sakumo got straight to the point.
His secret weapon was, of course, a jutsu invented by Gin.
From the beginning, he had placed his hopes on Gin.
After all, this was the miraculous Uchiha Gin.
"What did you say?!" Gin exploded, grabbing Sakumo by the collar.
"Do you think I'm Doraemon?! You think I have everything you need?!"
"What's a Doraemon?"
Sakumo looked puzzled.
"You... damn it!" Gin growled in anger.
However, he calmed down.
"How much are you planning to pay?"
With his current abilities, it seemed like he could indeed deduce a jutsu capable of deciding the outcome of the battle.
But the more powerful it was, the more demanding the requirements were, and the difficulty would increase significantly.
"Just as you priced it before—fifty million." Sakumo held up five fingers.
Last time, Gin had sold a jutsu to Mifune for that price.
"Hmph." Gin snorted twice and held up one finger.
"The price has gone up—one hundred million."
If Sakumo could take advantage of Uchiha Gin, he could raise the price too.
"Deal."
Sakumo agreed without any hesitation.
Gin felt like he had been ripped off.
It was ridiculous.
Sakumo was very satisfied and took out a stack of Fire Country banknotes, placing them on the table.
"Where did you get so much money?"
Gin counted them—each note was worth a million, totaling one hundred.
Even for a ninja, earning a hundred million was very difficult.
Not to mention the many other expenses they had.
Saving money was challenging.
Did this guy put everything on the line for Konoha?
"I took down a few illegal casinos in Konoha."
As for those casinos, he had gotten the information from Tsunade.
This made Gin widen his eyes at Sakumo.
"Are you sure Tsunade won't kill you when she gets back?!"
He had heard that the few surviving illegal casinos in Konoha were Tsunade's lifeblood.
Although she wouldn't help hide them, she also wouldn't expose them.
The Uchiha Police Force wasn't just sitting around.
If they found out the casinos had been taken down, Tsunade would definitely go berserk when she returned.
"It's fine; it's like helping her quit gambling."
Sakumo didn't care at all. Tsunade was wild, but she was reasonable.
He wasn't Jiraiya, after all.
At most, he'd suffer one hit from her monstrous strength and be done with it.
If it were Jiraiya, he'd be dead for sure.
"You've got guts."
Gin admired Sakumo's courage.
After all, it wasn't something just anyone could do.
"So, can you do it or not?"
Sakumo asked directly.
"It shouldn't be a problem."
Currently, nearly eighty percent of the jutsus in the ninja world were in his hands.
"Then I'll leave it to you."
Satisfied, Sakumo left Gin's tent.
"Why do I feel like that guy is more confident than I am?"
He didn't know when it started, but he had somehow become Sakumo's Doraemon.
Sakumo, you bastard!!
Gin sighed helplessly.
He didn't immediately start deducing the jutsu.
Instead, he rolled up his sleeves and pressed his hand on the ground.
"Kuchiyose no Jutsu."
Bang!
Shiro's figure appeared in the tent.
"Shiro, it's time for you to show your skills."
Gin patted Shiro on the head.
Shiro: "???"
It was just a little white snake that couldn't even beat a cat. What did Gin want to do with it?
"Heh, did you think I gave you that technique for nothing?"
The sealing technique within Shiro was the only one comparable to the Demonic Technique.
Gin called it—
"Dragon Transformation Scripture."
Now, with Shiro—
"And my sword."
Hearing Gin's command, Shiro opened its mouth and spat out a sword.
The handle of the sword had been changed from the Kusanagi Sword's grip to a pure black one.
The sheath was gone, revealing the blade, which was covered in cracks.
It looked as if it would shatter at the slightest touch.
Kusanagi Sword! Modified! Demon Blade Senren!
Gin's highest masterpiece of forging.
"And this."
Gin held the handle and gave it a shake. The blade shattered into pieces, revealing black chakra threads connecting the fragments.
Gin placed the sword into his ninja pouch at his waist, the fragments of the blade slipping into his sleeve, hidden inside his clothes.
All the preparations were complete.
"Even if the Raikage comes, I can fight."
Next—
This was the key to deducing the jutsu.
Gin fell into thought.
"Does the enemy outnumber us?"
He seemed to have thought of something.
...
Early the next morning.
Gin stepped out of his tent.
The entire camp was deserted.
It was as if everyone had vanished.
Gin's mouth twitched slightly. The number of people in this camp made him feel a hint of despair.
Hopefully, that jutsu would work.
Otherwise—
There really wouldn't be a fight.
Gin walked into the command tent.
He saw all sixteen squads present.
Sakumo was frowning in thought as he looked at the map.
Hearing footsteps, fifty pairs of eyes all looked over.
He ignored the stares and walked straight to Sakumo.
"No need for reconnaissance?"
Gin asked curiously.
Ninjas moved in secret; even during wartime, unless a battle broke out, it was hard to detect their movements.
If everyone was here and the Cloud Ninjas bypassed them to go to the rear, it would be a huge problem.
Sakumo pointed to the map.
"Last night, we detected that Cloud Ninjas were advancing here. There's no need to scout."
"So soon?"
Gin hadn't expected the Cloud Ninjas to choose to attack so quickly.
Looking at the route marked on the map, it seemed that this camp was indeed on the only path.
"You're planning to engage the enemy here?"
Sakumo nodded.
"Choosing another battlefield would be very disadvantageous for us."
"How many on the enemy side?"
"Three hundred."
"The enemy really isn't putting much into this war."
Gin rubbed his chin.
For ninjas, three hundred was a considerable number if led by a strong commander, enough to qualify for a battle.
Despite how frequent wars were in the world of Hokage—
In reality, besides Iwagakure, no other village had over ten thousand ninjas at any given time.
Unless you counted the deceased ones, other villages' ninja numbers weren't that large.
Konoha had only deployed a few thousand in this war, with the Rain Country having the fewest.
Orochimaru only had a few hundred under his command.
Now, this camp had even fewer.
Less than a hundred.
It felt like a joke.
"So, is your jutsu ready?"
Sakumo turned to Gin.
"Yes, it's ready."
Gin took out a prepared scroll.
"An AOE god-technique."
"Conqueror's Haki."
(End of Chapter)