Kurisu, who heard this, felt touched. Her eyes were watery, but she held back her tears. "I... I don't know what to say, I have caused you all a lot of trouble before. But I promise, I will make sure your lives become much better. I won't disappoint you this time, I promise."
Aoki fell silent for a moment, seeing the spirit radiating from them. Finally, Aoki smiled widely. "Then, welcome aboard everyone!"
Cheers echoed around the campfire, filling the night with new enthusiasm. They continued the celebration with joy, confident that this was the beginning of something great.
Under the starry sky, the Valley of Hell was no longer a hideout. It had become the foundation of a grand dream—a group of mercenaries that would shake the Shinobi world.
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Time passed quickly after everyone decided to join Aoki. That decision seemed to mark the starting point of a significant change in that place.
Aoki immediately began his plan to form a mercenary group that would be named Kisatsutai. The name was chosen with full confidence, even though it was openly taken from the story of Kimetsu no Yaiba, a work from Aoki's old world.
Aoki smiled slightly as he thought about it. "After all, no one knows Kimetsu no Yaiba in this world," Aoki thought. So, he felt it was fine to use the name Kisatsutai and also the term Hashira for the leaders of the sub-groups.
With more than two hundred women joining, Aoki realized the importance of dividing them into several sub-groups. Each sub-group would be led by a Hashira, a leader who would be trained to be the best in their field.
Aoki did not stop at just planning. He immediately began intensive training, teaching the women how to fight with weapons, especially swords. Aoki demonstrated techniques that were not only effective but also deadly.
Every movement was taught in detail, every strategy was carefully shown. The sound of clashing swords began to become a familiar rhythm in that place, marking their transformation from mere followers to formidable warriors.
Now, Aoki had become a recognized leader. Although the women had previously worked for Kurisu, the situation had changed. Kurisu now worked under Aoki's direction, and naturally, the women began to see Aoki as their new leader.
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While Aoki was busy forming the mercenary group, a very different atmosphere was happening far away.
In the depths of dark and vast earth, a gloomy room lay spread out. Its walls were mossy, and the air felt heavy, as if filled with an ancient, suffocating aura. In the middle of the room, an old man with white hair sat in a large chair. The old man's gaze was sharp, full of the weight of countless histories.
The old man lifted his gaze, staring ahead. In front of him stood a strange creature with a body entirely white, as if it were not human at all. Yes, the creature was Zetsu, with a characteristic smile that made anyone feel uncomfortable.
"What is it?" the old man's voice was low but full of authority.
"Master Madara! The Third Shinobi World War will soon begin!" Zetsu replied with a cheerful tone that contrasted with the dark atmosphere in the room.
The old man—Madara Uchiha—did not respond immediately. Madara simply closed his eyes for a moment, as if contemplating something.
The legendary Madara Uchiha, once known for his cruelty, now appeared as an old man, looking weak.
After a long silence, Madara spoke again, his voice cold and firm. "... Then what about the figure I have chosen?"
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