"Konoha's Dimensional Pirate: Reborn Uchiha Gin"

Chapter 139: Chapter 139: The Shape of Shinobi



Tobirama raised his eyebrows in surprise, glancing at his brother.

"I didn't expect your views to have changed so much," he said. "Not bad. Keep going like this."

Then, ignoring Hashirama, he handed Gin a stack of documents.

"Here's the fourth report. It's a list of research projects Orochimaru and I discussed over the past two days. It includes the necessary funds, resources, and administrative permissions. Look it over. If everything's in order—approve it immediately and allocate the budget and tools so we can begin."

He was eager, almost impatient. Time waited for no one—and Tobirama was burning to work. With the help of advanced technologies, he aimed to make Konoha richer and stronger than ever before.

Gin took the papers, skimmed them quickly, and began marking priority areas with a brush. Handing the stack back, he spoke efficiently:

"Begin with the sections I've highlighted. These will be critical for the village's infrastructure and foreign trade. They'll bring enormous profits. The Cloud Village is already advancing in domestic technologies—we can't afford to fall behind. In fact, we must surpass them. Genetics and genome enhancements can proceed in parallel, but this year, our main focus is household technologies."

"When the time comes, I'll personally assist with the research—or send a shadow clone to oversee it," he added. "For now, take this."

Gin signed a scroll with his Hokage seal and handed it to Tobirama. The white-haired shinobi nodded, shot a glance at Hashirama and Madara, and disappeared.

Then Gin turned to the others.

"You two—don't be slow. First," he said, addressing Hashirama, "take Madara to the Engineering Department. Construction planning is now a priority. I've assigned a number of personnel, including earth-natured shinobi—you'll begin work immediately."

The expansion and reconstruction of Konoha was the keystone of Gin's five-year plan. Urgency was everything. With both Hashirama's Wood Style and Madara's Earth Release at hand, the project would move quickly. Especially since—for the first time—Gin had reassigned many shinobi to the Engineering Department for civilian development.

That was no accident. Gin intended to retrain ninjas to participate in infrastructure: construction, civil engineering, hydraulics, road-building—even agriculture. These could all be categorized as D- to B-rank missions, perfect for young or non-combat-oriented shinobi.

It wasn't just policy—it was vision.

No one said shinobi had to be only murderers, mercenaries, or weapons. If Konoha hoped to truly endure and build lasting peace, that very idea had to die.

To inspire Hashirama, Gin laid out his intentions to him and Madara. Both founders were caught off guard—clearly, they had never imagined such a path. It was the kind of shift that could only be birthed by someone already thinking far beyond their time.

"Your idea is incredible," Hashirama said in amazement. "I don't think even Madara or I ever considered something like this."

"Indeed," Madara added, arms crossed. "Even if you unite the shinobi world, peace and happiness won't come from treaties alone. You'd have to change the very purpose of being a ninja—either by abolishing the role entirely or expanding it until it's embedded into every part of civilian life."

"If that's your intent, Hashirama and I will help you," he finished.

Of course, Madara didn't intend to become a glorified laborer. But if he had to serve, he'd at least maintain some control. Maybe he could delegate most of the effort to lower-rank shinobi under the noble guise of ideological training.

Not a bad plan, he thought.

"Haha! Glad to hear it," Gin laughed knowingly. "Then off to the Engineering Department with you!"

He formed a quick seal, and a thin beam of light shot into Madara's chest. The ancient Uchiha felt the seals within his body shift.

Power surged through him.

Though limited to the strength of a Kage-level shinobi—bounded by his current reanimation vessel—it was far better than being suppressed.

"To the extent this body allows, your strength is restored," said Gin with a smile. "Impress me, and perhaps I'll restore you fully. Not just power… but life."

Madara's mind stirred.

True resurrection? he thought, narrowing his eyes.

He knew Gin possessed hidden depths. But resurrection? That was divine territory. Such a feat could only be performed by someone with the Rinnegan—or by sacrificing their own life force.

And Gin… wasn't the type to throw his life away. Was he?

Unlikely. Madara didn't believe he'd give up that much—not for anyone.

Gin caught the flicker of doubt in his gaze but said nothing. Let him wonder. When the time came, and the real resurrection technique was born—when Hashirama was brought back in truth—Madara would understand.

And then, Gin's first contract with a reanimated soul would be complete.

"Come on, Madara!" Hashirama called, already at the door. Together, they left the Hokage's office.

Just then, a familiar voice stopped them in their tracks.

Uzumaki Mito stood in the doorway, looking directly at Gin.

"Now that you're the Fourth Hokage," she said, "how do you plan to handle the Daimyō? We'll need a formal envoy to notify him. And we'll need funding. Reforms and construction on this scale won't come cheap."

She paused, then added:

"We can't rely solely on the Uchiha for costs. Even if they invest through land contracts or development bonds, it'll eventually put all village real estate in their hands. That would cripple Konoha's balance."

Gin raised an eyebrow, thinking. Then nodded.

"We can and should inform the Daimyō—and request funding. But as for investments," he said, "it won't be just the Uchiha. Other clans, wealthy civilians, merchant guilds—even the Daimyō himself—can invest. Let them all put in money and receive proportional stakes."

"That way, the profits are shared, not hoarded," he continued. "And if we involve the elites of the Fire Country, when the time comes to annex it completely—they'll be on our side. What do you think?"

It was calculated—but honest. Gin could force things through brute power, but that would slow development and complicate the coming unification of the shinobi world. He needed influence, not just strength. The more allies and contracts he formed here, the easier it would be to expand.

Especially when it came time to invade the Pirate World.

That world—massive and chaotic—was more than a hundred times the size of the shinobi world. Even if every shinobi were sent there, they wouldn't be enough to conquer it. Locals would need to be swayed, contracts formed. But the ninja world was his base, and the deeper its roots, the stronger his expansion.

Mito's eyes lit with excitement.

"Perfect. We can even open funding opportunities to the villagers—let them invest and earn shares. That way, everyone gains something. And if we bring in the nobles of the Fire Country, it'll set a precedent. Other nations won't resist so fiercely when we move to absorb them."

"Exactly," Gin said. "We kill three birds with one stone."

"We secure internal development, we bind the elites to our cause, and we smooth the path to unification."

Mito grinned. "Let's begin, then."

Though the Senju and Uzumaki clans weren't as wealthy as the Uchiha, their savings were substantial. They could contribute—and earn their share of the village's future prosperity.

Losses were inevitable, of course. But with Konoha's military strength—backed by the Uchiha, Senju, Uzumaki, and the coming trade with the Pirate World—Gin wasn't worried.

The era of the murder-for-hire ninja was ending.

And a new age was rising—one built on power, yes.

But also on vision.

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To be continued...


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