"Alright, alright, calm down everyone."
Naruto raised both hands, motioning the crowd to settle. The staff and trainees who'd just cheered his last speech were still buzzing with excitement, but his tone quickly pulled them back into focus.
"The TV station is important," he said evenly, "but big dreams don't come true just by talking. You can't eat a pie you've only drawn on paper—you have to build it, step by step."
He paused, letting that sink in.
"So for now," he continued, "forget everything else I said earlier. What you need to focus on right now is one thing—how to make a great TV program. Once you understand that, you can expand into more shows, better shows, newer ideas. Because only when our programs are done well will Red Sun TV stand tall—and only then will our voice be heard."
He leaned forward slightly. "If even one step fails, everything after it collapses."
Karin—listening intently—raised her hand like an eager student.
"Yes, Karin?" Naruto said.
"President," she began, "we don't really have any model to follow. Could you maybe give us an example? Like… what counts as a good show?"
Heads nodded all around. Everyone had Naruto's rough outline for the channel, but they didn't know how to turn vague ideas into reality.
Naruto smiled. "Alright then, I'll show you." He clapped his hands. "Someone bring a camera over here—and a desk."
Within minutes, they'd set up a small space with a clean, bright backdrop and good lighting. Naruto sat down behind the desk.
"Alright," he said, straightening his back. "Let's do a demonstration of what will become our most important program—Red Sun News."
The camera's red light flicked on. Naruto's posture shifted instantly; calm, composed, professional.
"Good evening, viewers," he said with an easy smile. "Today is July 8th, Year 60 of Konoha's calendar. Welcome to the Red Sun News program. Here are today's main stories."
He shuffled imaginary papers like a real anchor.
"First—Third Hokage Sarutobi Hiruzen today held a ceremony in front of the Hokage Building, honoring the genius ninja Uzumaki Naruto for his remarkable service to the village and officially promoting him to Jōnin—another record for one of Konoha's youngest elites!"
The staff chuckled. Naruto continued smoothly.
"In the Land of Lightning, the Raikage made an official visit yesterday…"
"In the Land of Earth, Tsuchikage Ōnoki threw out his back again during a village inspection…"
"In the Land of Wind, Kazekage Rasa has reportedly intensified the training plan for his son, Gaara…"
He went on, delivering each story with perfect timing and seriousness, even as his lips twitched in amusement.
The staff were mesmerized.
"Wait, the Tsuchikage hurt his back?" someone whispered.
"Gaara? That's the Kazekage's kid?" another asked.
"Man, that Konoha genius—Uzumaki Naruto—he's amazing. A Jōnin at twelve? Unreal."
When Naruto stopped speaking, a few people even looked disappointed.
"Why'd he stop?" someone muttered.
Naruto coughed lightly, reminding them with a look where they were. The group quickly straightened up, embarrassed.
"See?" he said. "That's a news program."
He tapped the desk for emphasis. "News means what's new. The latest events, the newest information. From now on, you'll broadcast Red Sun News at a fixed time—right when people across the ninja world sit down to dinner. It has to air on the hour, no exceptions."
He pointed toward the big screen.
"The stories have to be real, recent, and important. Work closely with our intelligence department—get the freshest information from across the nations. Prioritize what affects the most people, and what holds the most weight. Those are your headlines."
He paused, then added: "And once the TV station grows, you'll need your own field teams to gather news directly. Reporters—news recorders. Train them."
Karin nodded rapidly, her eyes shining. "Yes, President." She turned to the teenage boy beside her—the newly appointed head of the news division. "Write everything down."
The boy didn't even look up, scribbling furiously in his notebook.
Another hand shot up. "President! What about children's programs?"
Naruto smiled. "That's simple. Many of you came from our orphanages, right? Go back there and talk to the little ones—three, four, five years old. Ask what they like to watch, what makes them laugh, what holds their attention. Then build your shows around that."
He raised a finger. "And remember: sunny and innocent. No blood, no killing, no fear. The children of the ninja world need warmth and peace, not nightmares."
Another question came: "What about TV dramas?"
Naruto nodded. "You've seen movies, right? A TV drama is basically a movie—stretched out. Longer, richer, more detailed. A story told over ten or twenty episodes, with each one ending just when the viewer can't look away. That's how you hook an audience."
"If you don't know how to make one, find a movie director and learn. Watch, ask, imitate—then innovate."
Hands kept rising.
"President, what about variety shows?"
"Do we need commercials?"
"How do we choose anchors?"
Naruto answered everything—sometimes in detail, sometimes in broad strokes—but always clearly. By the time he finished, his voice was hoarse.
Karin, watching from the side, couldn't help but marvel. He really does know everything.
As he wrapped up, she quietly turned the camera on him—recording every moment of him speaking with the crowd, answering their questions, teaching, smiling.
Naruto noticed but didn't stop her.
"Alright," he said at last, stretching his arms. "That's enough for today. Talking only goes so far. What matters now is what you create. TV is new—it's going to come with mistakes. Don't fear them. Fix them."
He smiled, the kind of smile that felt like sunlight.
"I want all of you to grow Red Sun TV step by step—make it something the ninja world has never seen before. I want every family, every ordinary person, to turn on their television and say, 'Let's watch Red Sun TV.' That's my wish for all of you."
He waved once. "Good luck, everyone!"
And before anyone could say another word, Naruto vanished in a blur of golden motion, leaving the room in stunned laughter.
Karin stood where he'd been, clenching her fists.
"President," she whispered, "I won't let you down. I'll make Red Sun TV the greatest station in the entire ninja world."
Her eyes burned with determination.
She thought of Red Sun Town—of the home Naruto had built, of her mother now healthy and working happily in the hospital, of the peace and purpose she'd found here.
For him—for all of it—she would give everything she had.
She turned to the others, voice sharp and full of energy.
"You heard the president, didn't you?"
"Loud and clear!" they shouted back.
"Then stop standing around—get moving!"
"Yes, Director Karin!"
The building erupted into motion, filled with laughter, noise, and the spark of something new.
That night, for the first time, Red Sun TV came alive.
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