ebonymovies Chapter 66 Security Assistants
Chapter 66 Security Assistants
In the morning, the bulletin boards on the streets and alleys were already crowded with people.
Rather than calling this a recruitment drive, it was more like a deep-sea bomb dropped on the lower echelons of Konoha's society.
A bright red banner hung prominently in the police department building, with the words "I love you!" written in the boldest font.
Konoha Police Department is recruiting auxiliary security officers (non-ninja).
The smaller print below is even more enticing:
[Ignore ninjutsu, chakra levels, and family background]
[As long as you are in good health, have no criminal record, and are between 18 and 45 years old]
[Meals and accommodation provided, base salary of 10,000 taels + performance bonus + full attendance bonus]
Those who perform exceptionally well may receive a recommendation from the police department, and their children will have priority admission to the Ninja Academy.
This last one is absolutely the killer move.
In Konoha, for commoners without family lineages, making their children ninjas is the only way to transcend social classes.
Priority admission is tantamount to a ticket to the future.
As a prestigious clan in Konoha, the Uchiha clan still has a few spots available each year, but most Uchiha members are taught within the clan and do not attend the Ninja Academy.
……
The square in front of the police department building was crowded with people.
Uchiha Fugaku stood on the second-floor terrace, looking down at the dense crowd below, his usually calm eyes wide with disbelief.
"So...so many people?"
Fugaku looked down in disbelief: "Are there usually this many idle people in Konoha?"
"They are not idle people, seniors."
Nishikawa Tetsu stood next to Fugaku, holding a cup of soy milk, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.
"Look over there, the middle-aged man with a slight limp in his right leg. He's a retired genin. He was injured in World War II and can no longer perform high-intensity missions, so he can only make a living by doing odd jobs."
"And that one with burn marks on his arm, he was a blacksmith's apprentice. He was very strong, but he was expelled from the ninja academy because he couldn't refine chakra."
"And those..." Nishikawa Tetsu pointed to a group of strong but simply dressed young men, "They are the caravan laborers, with brute strength, but they can only get the lowest wages."
Nishikawa Toru took a sip of soy milk and spoke calmly:
"Under the brilliance of ninjas, these people are Konoha's trash, shadows that no one pays attention to. But to us, they are the foundation."
"They crave respect, a decent job, and even more so, the chance to wear that uniform and stand in the sunlight."
Fugaku remained silent. As the head of a powerful clan, his gaze had never lingered on these people from the lower classes.
"But...how can they fight without chakra?"
"Who says you have to fight with chakra?"
Nishikawa Tetsu turned and walked into the office, pointing to a set of brand-new equipment on the table.
A dark black combat suit, woven from high-strength fibers, is more than enough to defend against a stab from a shuriken, but it can withstand ordinary punches and kicks.
A black rubber baton with a tiny, discarded lightning-attribute crystal embedded in the handle—a scrap left over from making an electromagnetic cannon.
"This is a police riot baton." Nishikawa Tetsu picked up the baton and pressed the switch.
"Sizzle!"
Blue arcs of electricity danced on the tip of the rod.
"Although its power is not as great as the original Lightning Release, just one poke is enough to make a strong adult man collapse to the ground. No hand seals are needed, no chakra control is needed, all you need to do is press the switch."
Nishikawa Tetsu shoved the baton into Fugaku's hand.
"Senior, you have to understand. We're not recruiting suicide soldiers to fight on the front lines, but city management officers to maintain order. This stick is a million times more effective than a fireball at dealing with drunkards, thieves, or troublemakers."
……
The recruitment event was bustling with activity.
Minato Namikaze, acting as the "interviewer," is currently extremely busy.
"Name?"
"Big...Big Mountain! My name is Big Mountain!"
A burly man with a reserved expression stood in front of the table, nervously rubbing the hem of his clothes with his hands.
"Um... sir, I used to be a student at the Ninja Academy, but I only know the Substitution Jutsu from the Three Body Techniques... I don't know the others, so I was expelled. I... can I do it?"
Minato looked at his large, calloused hands and smiled warmly.
"Are you strong?"
"Big! I can carry two hundred pounds of rice up to the fifth floor in one go!" Da Shan said hurriedly.
"Would you dare to confront a bad guy?"
"I dare! As long as it's for the village, for... that salary, I dare!"
"Very good." Minato picked up the stamp and stamped a red mark on the form. "Go over there to get your uniform. Training camp starts tomorrow."
"Thank you... thank you, sir!" Da Shan was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes, and he bowed deeply.
Similar scenes were playing out at various windows.
Meanwhile, in the physical fitness testing area on the other side, members of the Uchiha clan were acting as examiners.
Initially, these arrogant Uchiha elites looked down on these commoners.
"Hey you! Hurry up! Haven't you eaten?"
Uchiha Hima crossed his arms and coldly rebuked him.
However, when he saw a retired veteran with only one arm, gritting his teeth, doing push-ups with his remaining hand, sweat dripping into the soil, but his eyes as fierce as a wolf, Huojian's expression changed.
Those were the eyes of someone who had been on the battlefield; they were worthy of respect.
When the veteran finished his fiftieth repetition and collapsed from exhaustion, Hima inexplicably walked over and reached out his hand.
"stand up."
Huojian's voice was still stiff, but it had lost some of its contempt.
"Barely acceptable. Go over there and have a drink of water."
The veteran paused for a moment, then grabbed Hijikata's hand, stood up, and grinned, "Thanks, Uchiha guy."
At that moment, a crack seemed to appear in the wall between arrogance and humility.
……
three days later.
One hundred security assistants stood in a line in the square in front of the police department building.
They wore uniform black uniforms, and although they did not have headbands, they had a silver badge with the words "Konoha Police" pinned to their chests.
They were equipped with batons hanging from their waists, and even pepper spray and handcuffs.
Although their posture was not yet standard and their formation was not yet neat, their spirit and energy were completely different from those dejected refugees three days ago.
"This...is this really just a temporary worker?"
The villagers who were passing by looked at the procession with surprise in their eyes.
The visual impact of this uniform attire is even stronger than that of ninjas wearing all sorts of different vests.
As Fugaku stood on the reviewing stand, looking down at the "private army" below who were completely under the command of the police department, an unprecedented sense of pride welled up in his heart.
He turned to look at Nishikawa Tetsu, lowering his voice:
"One hundred people... just the equipment and wages alone will cost a fortune. Do we have enough money?"
"Don't worry, senior."
Nishikawa Tetsu looked at this team as if they were a flock of hens that lay golden eggs.
"They'll earn that money back on their first day on the job."
"How do you make money?"
"Simple." Nishikawa Tetsu pointed in the direction of the shopping street.
"In the past, when the Uchiha clan went to collect sanitation management fees or stall fees, people would think it was extortion, but if these middle-aged men who are originally from ordinary backgrounds were to collect them..."
"They would chat with the shopkeepers, help them move their things, and the shopkeepers would even think, 'Wow, Lao Li, you've made something of yourself, you've become a policeman.'"
"This is what we call a strong grassroots foundation."
Nishikawa Tetsu's lips curled into a slight smile:
"Moreover, a hundred people means a hundred pairs of eyes and a hundred mouths. They are scattered in every corner of Konoha, and any disturbance will immediately draw attention to them."
"This is not just a security force; it's Konoha's intelligence network."
……
Hokage Building.
"Snapped!"
Danzo crushed the teacup in his hand.
"Security assistant? Contract worker?"
Danzo listened to the Root's report, trembling with rage. "Uchiha Fugaku... and Nishikawa Toru, they're exploiting loopholes! They're trampling on the rules of the ninja!"
"Lord Danzo, what should we do? Should we arrest them?"
"Arrest? Arrest whom?"
Danzo roared, "They didn't use ninjutsu, they weren't wearing headbands, and they barely used any chakra! They're just 'uniformed security guards,' what reason do you have to arrest them? Are you being too proactive in maintaining order?!"
He never expected that his carefully designed blockade would be broken by such a shameless tactic.
And it was so thoroughly broken that it disgusted him.
"Nishikawa Toru..."
Danzo took a deep breath, a deep sense of apprehension flashing in his single eye.
This brat is more troublesome than he imagined.
He didn't use ninjutsu, but rather rules outside the rules.