"Him?!"
The Hawk shadow clone hovered above where Yūten was hiding.
Moku Kairen snapped his fingers.
A shadow clone appeared beside him — it was a Deidara shadow clone.
"Original, what do you need me for?!" the Deidara clone shouted.
Moku Kairen pointed downward:
"Leave that rat to you!"
The Deidara clone licked his lips, his eyes full of explosive fervor.
"Alright! Let him taste my art!"
The Deidara clone leapt downward like a shearwater diving for fish.
His hands formed seals:
"Self-Destruct Fire Gun!"
The Deidara clone's cheeks puffed out, and his whole body began swelling.
The Deidara clone carried chakra at an upper Jōnin level supplied by Moku Kairen; all of that chakra had been transformed with fire nature, some portions even turned into gray cinder-like powder — essentially gunpowder.
Just before it struck the ground, the Deidara clone suddenly screamed, "Art is… Patrick Star!"
He became a streak of fire-red light and then violently expanded into an explosive sphere about ten meters in diameter.
"Rumble—"
The fire-sphere detonated. A massive roar surged into the sky; heat waves churned, and even the Hawk shadow clone struggled to remain steady.
⊙_⊙?
Yūten, curled up in the earth, was instantly vaporized by the enormous heat.
After the blast, Moku Kairen focused his gaze — a huge crater, some 150 meters across, had formed below.
It couldn't match Deidara's C0 self-destruct, but that was only a shadow clone, wasn't it?
If Moku Kairen detonated all his chakra at once… that power might rival a C0.
The Hawk shadow clone praised, "As expected of an explosive terrorist — the talent in that area is terrifying."
Moku Kairen nodded. He carried too many mixed techniques; if he let certain things be developed individually by clones, he could get much greater power.
"Let's go. Find Tsunade-sensei and the others!"
...
In a refugee district, Kairen found Kurenai and the others.
The environment was rough; a foul stench hung in the air.
Refugees had gathered around Kurenai and the others, each holding a porcelain bowl as if begging, but no one dared force their way forward.
Even though Shizune and Yūhi Kurenai were only children, they were still shinobi.
Kairen dropped from the sky holding Wolon and Fenchu; the surrounding refugees scattered in fear.
Kurenai came forward and eyed the tall Kairen, turning around twice in puzzlement.
"Kairen, I only looked away for a moment — why have you grown so tall? And you changed your clothes."
Kurenai then admired him: "Is this what you look like grown up? So handsome!"
Kairen smiled and handed Wolon and Fenchu to Kurenai.
"Mm~"
Holding the two cute creatures, Kurenai's eyes bloomed like cherry blossoms.
"Such adorable little pandas!"
Kairen moved toward Tsunade-sensei and Shizune, giving Shizune a head pat.
Shizune's eyes narrowed in pleasure at Kairen's closeness.
Moku Kairen looked at the woman who had slipped into unconsciousness on the mat and gently lifted her chin. Tsunade-sensei's brown eyes were like a jewel — beautiful to behold but unreadable.
Shizune tugged on Moku Kairen's sleeve.
"Kairen, stop it. You can't be so forward with Tsunade-sensei!"
Tsunade-sensei is unconscious right now; if I take a room, couldn't I do whatever I want...
Kairen thought.
He leaned his mouth close to Tsunade-sensei. Seeing this, Shizune panicked and grabbed Kairen's hand, yanking hard backward.
But her strength was no match for his.
Kairen shamelessly said, "I'm saving your Tsunade-sensei!"
Shizune's face puffed up angrily. "You're lying! Kurenai, help me — Kairen's trying to be a pervert!"
"Why would I lie?! Haven't you heard that story? If Sleeping Beauty never wakes, a prince's kiss is needed!"
"What story? What book says that? You're just trying to take advantage of Tsunade-sensei!"
Moku Kairen was about to succeed when Tsunade-sensei suddenly snapped her eyes open, staring at the somewhat unfamiliar young man.
"Who are you pervert?"
Tsunade-sensei's breath caught in her chest, then she landed a heavy punch on Kairen's chest.
Kairen swallowed the blood he wanted to spit out, flew back, and crashed into a refugee tent.
Shizune, seeing Tsunade-sensei awake, exhaled in relief and quickly explained,
"Tsunade-sensei, that's Kairen!"
Tsunade-sensei looked puzzled. "How did that brat get so tall?!"
...
Kairen crawled out of the tent and kept apologizing to the tent's owner: "Sorry! Sorry!"
No one answered, and that caught Kairen's attention.
In the dim interior he saw two emaciated little hands — not sickly, but starved.
Kairen saw clearly: two children, one bigger and one smaller, a girl and a boy, their faces jet-black as if they hadn't bathed for years.
He sighed.
This world had problems. Daimyōs were worldly kings surrounded by a cluster of nobles, greedily sucking the lifeblood from ordinary people.
"Host emotionally triggered — generate Revolution shadow clone!"
Moku Kairen froze. His mood had actually generated a special-type shadow clone.
A Revolution shadow clone — was it going to start a world revolution?
He snapped his fingers. A shadow clone coalesced; the forehead protector it wore bore a hammer and sickle.
Holy—, the Soviet emblem!
The Revolution shadow clone picked up the two gaunt children and gently asked,
"Are you hungry?"
"…"
The two children didn't answer; they didn't have the strength to speak.
The adults of that family trembled as they approached Moku Kairen and the clone, then immediately knelt:
"…Sir… please… we won't— we'll leave right away, we won't pollute this city."
Listening to the refugee's words, Moku Kairen easily analyzed their situation.
Kikyo City officials, for the sake of appearance, would drive these people out beyond the city walls.
The Revolution shadow clone handed the children to Moku Kairen. He took them into his arms.
Staring at the clone shaped by decades of patriotic war films, the Revolution shadow clone helped the refugee to his feet.
"Don't kneel. Kneeling won't solve anything. Maybe the sun never rose for us, but the abyss has given us the flame of vengeance. We must use this power to overturn the old world."
The refugee — a pale-skinned woman — rose and looked at the Revolution shadow clone; behind it appeared to be a red flag.
"…Sir! Sir!"
"Don't call me 'sir.' That's an old-world title. We will build a Soviet, drive all the nobles into the garbage heap. Only then will we have food to eat and clothes to wear."
Moku Kairen lightly slapped the Revolution clone's shoulder.
"What a slogan-fest — are you prepping for postgraduate exams or something?!"
The Revolution clone turned its head, eyes full of fighting spirit.
"Original, launch the revolution! Build our Soviet!"
As it spoke, one hand stretched toward the sky: "Ura—"
Moku Kairen snapped his fingers and dispersed the clone. His application essays had all been copied from the web — a total degenerate.
Who has the heart to worry about others like that?
The Revolution clone's thoughts immediately flowed into Moku Kairen's mind.
Red ideology, breaking exploitation, building the Soviet...
Moku Kairen sat in quiet thought. If he did this, the Five Great Shinobi Villages would all hunt him down; the whole world would oppose him.
A cocky smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"But… I like it."
He crouched and looked at the gaunt children, instantly creating shadow clones to send them into the city to buy food.
He ruffled the little girl's head.
"Don't worry! There is light in this world!"
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