Chapter 29: The Dangerous Plan for the Future

In this world, to survive, one needed two things: money and strength.

Power without wealth could be easily crushed. Wealth without power would inevitably be stolen. But if one had both—money and might—then not even the greatest Shinobi could stand in your way.

For Jaxon, the path ahead was clear.

As long as his replication progress in this world reached 5%, he would be able to receive a portion of the system's power. It wasn't much, but it would be enough—enough to tip the balance and keep himself safe.

Though he still didn't know what the five previous worlds the system had experienced were, he didn't need to. What mattered now was this one. Konoha. The Shinobi World. His world.

Because he wasn't a ninja.

He was the system itself.

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"Ah Fu," Jaxon said, reclining casually under a tall tree as they traveled back, "do you know where the black market is?"

His voice was calm, contemplative. His eyes, however, were fixed on the distant horizon, lost in thought.

"The black market?" Ah Fu repeated in surprise, blinking. He took a moment to think, racking his memory.

"Young Master, I've lived a long life, but I've never come across any clear information about a black market. I'm not sure where you heard of it... but if you wish, I'll investigate it immediately."

"Hmm." Jaxon didn't reply directly. Instead, he tilted his head up slightly and asked the man perched silently above him.

"Sakumo. Have you heard of it?"

Sakumo Hatake, who was squatting on the thick branch of the tree above, responded without hesitation.

"I haven't heard of anything like that either."

That answer caught Jaxon off guard.

Ah Fu not knowing was understandable—he was just a civilian butler, albeit a highly capable one.

But Sakumo Hatake? A Konoha Elite Jōnin?

If even he had never heard of it, then there was only one logical conclusion:

The black market doesn't exist yet.

That thought made Jaxon smirk.

So it hadn't been created yet. That meant the opportunity was wide open.

He stood up, stretched his limbs slowly, and walked calmly back toward his personal carriage.

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Inside the grandest room of the Hoshino villa—a luxurious, high-ceilinged hall lined with marble and glass—Jaxon sat perched on an oversized sofa. His small feet dangled off the edge, unable to touch the floor, but the child's posture was far from childish.

Before him, the room sprawled like a palace. The living area alone spanned over 200 square meters. The ceilings reached ten meters high, giving the entire space a grand, cathedral-like feel. A second-story glass balcony overlooked the main chamber, combining both elegance and function.

Every surface was polished marble—white veined with gold and black. The floor shimmered with jade tiles that glowed subtly beneath the natural light pouring in from the tall windows. Outside, the villa grounds were equally impressive—exquisitely trimmed trees, flower beds shaped like art pieces, and a path of smooth marble slabs that led directly to a serene, crystal-clear lake.

It was a paradise. Quiet. Isolated. Secure.

And inside it, Jaxon was about to set the world on fire.

He handed a thick envelope to Ah Fu, who stood beside him dutifully. His tone was calm, but it carried unmistakable weight.

"This is our next plan. Go through it carefully. I won't be directly involved in this. You'll need to find reliable people to handle the operations. Most importantly—it must not be connected to the Hoshino Family in any way."

Ah Fu raised an eyebrow in concern but didn't question him yet.

"Young Master... what's in here?" he asked cautiously.

"Open it. The steps are detailed. You'll understand."

Ah Fu nodded and gently peeled open the envelope. Inside was a thick stack of carefully bound documents.

The moment he saw the first page, Ah Fu's expression shifted. He swallowed hard, his hands suddenly feeling cold.

These were not the plans of a child.

These were blueprints for a silent revolution.

He flipped through the pages, eyes darting quickly over the content—strategic outlines, financial operations, communication protocols, asset movement... assassination budgets.

It wasn't just dangerous. It was deadly.

Even for a man like Ah Fu, who had weathered countless storms in his decades of service, this was terrifying.

"Young Master..." he said slowly, his voice strained. "Are you really going through with this?"

Jaxon's lips curled into a devilish grin.

"You're worried about the daimyo's wrath? Don't stop now—keep reading."

Ah Fu blinked, unsure what that meant, but turned to the next set of pages.

The shock diminished slightly. The content now focused on business and trade—how to set up trading companies across borders, forge alliances with neutral merchants, launder profits through shipping routes. He could even see potential.

By the fifth page, Ah Fu was nodding slightly in approval. The strategies were daring but possible. And the benefits—tremendous.

But just as he reached the midpoint, something on one of the documents made his entire body stiffen.

His hand trembled. The papers nearly slipped from his grip.

"This... this is..."

Ah Fu's voice was barely above a whisper.

It wasn't just political manipulation or black-market trade.

It was the framework for destabilizing major shinobi villages—economically, socially, even spiritually. It included ways to pit clans against each other, collapse smaller nations' economies, and incite rebellion through trade disruptions.

It was chaos—perfectly orchestrated chaos.

Jaxon leaned back on the couch, arms behind his head.

"What's wrong? I already told you. These are future plans—not immediate actions. We need to determine all the target directions. We'll act only when the time is right."

Ah Fu stared at him, aghast.

"Young Master, forgive me, but this... this is madness. If even one piece of this leaks—if any ninja village catches wind of these strategies—we will be hunted. Executed. Not even the Daimyo could protect us then."

Jaxon didn't respond at first. He simply watched Ah Fu, observing his loyalty.

Then, with a faint smile, he said, "Tell me, Ah Fu—are you going to leak it?"

Ah Fu met his gaze.

And suddenly, all the years of service, all the loyalty, all the trust—they all resurfaced.

His throat was dry, but he answered clearly: "Of course not."

"Good," Jaxon said, nodding. "That's why I'm discussing it with you. Because you've been with our family for decades—and you've always been the one to keep our secrets."

Ah Fu let out a breath and adjusted his grip on the documents.

"Young Master... you truly aren't like anyone else in the world. Your business strategies alone are far beyond what any three-year-old—or even most adults—could devise. The family head himself would be shocked."

Jaxon smirked. "I'm not trying to shock anyone. I'm trying to win."

Ah Fu hesitated before asking, "But why go this far? You already have noble status. Wealth. Influence. Why risk everything on something so volatile?"

Jaxon stood up slowly and looked out the tall glass window toward the distant lake, his voice quiet and resolute.

"Because what I want... is more than just survival. I want freedom. I want control. And I want to ensure no one—not Konoha, not the Daimyo, not even the Hokage—can ever look down on me again."

There was no fire in his voice. No tantrum. No childish outburst.

Only cold determination.

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