When Raizen decided on something, he didn't hesitate. The moment the idea was fully formed in his head, he moved like a man who'd already seen the ending.
This time, his goal was simple: build Konoha Hospital—a real one. Not tents, not makeshift healers patching up dying kids in the mud. A proper medical system that could outlast him.
And to make that happen, he wasn't about to beg anyone.
He'd compromise when it came to politics or alliances, sure. But not for this. Not when it decided whether the next generation lived long enough to graduate from the damn academy.
So the morning after the plan was finalized, Raizen walked straight into the administrative hall, summoned the representatives of every clan under the Alliance, and announced his order with a tone that left no room for negotiation.
"The Konoha Hospital will be established under my directive. Each clan will provide shinobi with medical talent. Those who've trained in healing before—no matter their rank or background—will report to the hospital immediately."
Then came the kicker:
"This is mandatory. Not a request."
The silence that followed was heavy enough to snap steel.
He could already imagine the whispers spreading through the clans—accusations of arrogance, tyranny, power-grabbing. He didn't care. Konoha Hospital wasn't for prestige; it was for survival.
Clan Response
"Amamiya Raizen dares to force our people to join his hospital?"
A furious ninja from the Mizushiro Clan slammed his fist against the table.
Their patriarch, Mizushiro-san, just sipped his tea. His calm was almost insulting.
"Don't be foolish," he said lightly. "The Amamiya Clan's protection has benefited us enough. If this is the price, we'll pay it."
He set his cup down and looked at the younger shinobi. "Gather those with medical talent. If you send them, make sure they represent our family well. Don't embarrass me."
The angry ninja's mouth opened, then closed again under that cold gaze. He bowed stiffly and left without another word.
This scene repeated across the Alliance—some clans reluctantly obeying, others grumbling, none daring to outright defy.
Even the Inuzuka patriarch, though confused, complied.
Before joining the Konoha Alliance, he'd believed in Raizen's vision—that the man wasn't just another warlord. That he was building something larger, something meant to outlast the endless bloodshed.
But this move... this hospital confused him.
An institution that healed everyone—ninja, wanderers, even civilians? It didn't sound like a weapon. It sounded like a dream.
Still, he saw what Raizen was doing. He wasn't building a clan empire. He was building a village.
"Interesting," the Inuzuka patriarch murmured. "So that's your real goal, Amamiya Raizen. Not power. Permanence."
And with a quiet sigh, he gave the order: "Send our healers. Support his vision."
Foundations of the White Walls
By the end of the week, the new Konoha Hospital stood on paper and principle, if not yet in stone.
A few hundred shinobi reported in from across the Alliance—but most were field medics, not true healers. Some only knew how to disinfect wounds or bind severed limbs. Only twenty-three could actually perform advanced medical ninjutsu.
Twenty-three out of tens of thousands.
A drop in the bucket, but a start.
Raizen didn't mind. "You build walls one brick at a time," he muttered, watching the newly assigned medics stumble through their duties.
He immediately ordered every Amamiya medic to take on apprentices, passing down their techniques. The system had to expand faster than war could destroy it.
As news spread, wandering shinobi and civilians began trickling toward the Alliance. For them, the word "hospital" sounded like salvation. Somewhere they might actually be treated instead of left to rot on the roadside.
For once, the people cheered his name—not as a warlord, but as someone who gave a damn.
"Don't get used to it," Raizen told himself dryly. "They'll curse me again next week."
Still, he couldn't help the faint smile tugging at his mouth.
The first white walls of Konoha were being built—not with stone, but with intent.
The Next Department
A month later, Raizen established another division: the Interrogation Department of the Konoha Alliance.
Unlike the hospital, this time he called the clan heads to negotiate. Spies, traitors, torture—none of them wanted to be left out of that game.
The patriarchs quickly agreed, and the department took shape in days. The Uzumaki sealing specialists were assigned to handle classified containment and truth-extraction work.
With two key departments active, Raizen finally allowed himself a deep breath. The framework was still thin, but it existed—and once something existed, he could shape it.
As long as the Alliance didn't crumble, it would evolve into a system that would one day be called Konoha Village.
But just as Raizen started to feel momentum building, a messenger burst through the door.
"Report! The Hyūga Clan has gathered twelve other families—including Sarutobi, Shimura, Chiba, and Hibiscus—for a grand alliance ceremony! They've declared open hostility against us!"
The parchment trembled in the messenger's hand.
Raizen stared at it for a long moment, the faint smile fading from his lips.
"Of course," he said softly. "Can't build a future without someone trying to burn it down."
He straightened his coat and turned toward the window, where sunlight cut through drifting ash.
"Fine. Let them come."