"Captain, once we've trained our Lightning Style squad, we have to come back and slice that immortal sea monster into a thousand pieces!"
Shukudō gnashed his teeth, furious at the creature that had stolen their treasure—millions of ryo worth, snatched away just as they were about to reach the safety of Fire Country.
Kosuzu, less attached to material wealth, patted his shoulder. "We're lucky to be alive. If that thing had really lost its temper, none of us would've made it out."
Inuzuka Ryō nodded. "Money comes and goes. Strength is what matters. Let's just get out of these waters."
With a wave of Umino Yoru's hand, the fleet set sail again, putting distance between them and the monster's domain. The crew cheered, relieved to have escaped with their lives.
But their relief was short-lived.
Half a day later, they ran into another problem: pirates.
Except these weren't ordinary pirates—they were Mist ninja from the Land of the Sea, moonlighting for extra profit.
A standard nine-man Mist squad, decently skilled.
But the Konoha Hundred weren't the same ragtag group they'd been before. Without Yoru even needing to step in, they crushed the imposters effortlessly, adding another ship to their growing fleet.
After restocking supplies in the Land of the Sea's port, they departed quickly. Yoru knew better than to linger—the Mist wouldn't stay fooled by his earlier Dust Explosion bluff forever.
Sure enough, within a day of their departure, a Mist interception force arrived at the port—led by none other than the Three-Tails Jinchūriki, Yagura.
An actual Kage-level threat.
If Hoshigaki Kisame hadn't exaggerated the Konoha Hundred's strength (buying them time), or if they'd moved slower, they'd have faced annihilation. Even with Might Dai holding off Yagura, a naval battle would've been disastrous.
Luckily, Yagura's pursuit fell short. By the time he gave up, they'd already crossed into the Land of Waves—Fire Country's sphere of influence.
Chasing them further would mean an unprovoked act of war.
"People are the real treasure, not gold."
As soon as they docked, black-market merchants swarmed, eager to buy their loot. Slave traders, too, clamored for the thousands of able-bodied men and women from River Country—though no one wanted the elderly or children.
Yoru ignored them. These refugees were River Country's best and brightest. Bringing them to Konoha would cement his faction's influence.
"If we can settle them in the village, the Hundred's clout will skyrocket."
But relocating thousands was impractical. After a night of deliberation, he settled on a plan:
Skilled workers? Low-interest loans to start anew in Konoha. The rest? They'd have to fend for themselves.
Then came the real chaos.
"Captain! We bled for the Hundred too! Why do only the adults get wives? We want brides!"
The younger genin, watching their seniors pick from the rescued women (originally trafficked by the Mist for brothels), revolted. Even the prettiest had been claimed by Aburame Keiin, but the rest were still stunning.
When one brave soul complained, the floodgates opened. "This is favoritism!"
Yoru smirked. "Fine. If you can convince a girl and her family to follow you to Konoha, go ahead."
It was a win-win: more settlers for the village, and loyalty from his men.
The boys scrambled, some even promising to take in entire families. The refugees, homeless and desperate, leaped at the chance for a fresh start in the Land of Fire.
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