Chapter 77: Start by Drawing a Pie Chart, the Enraged Ninja Clans!

Whoa!

At Uchiha Jin’s words, everyone present from the clans sucked in a sharp breath.

Remember, even counting commoners, the Oil-User clan now numbers barely five hundred, with only a hundred or so ninja, and merely twelve jonin!

This is still the remnant size they’ve managed to preserve after being constantly harassed by Danzo.

But now?

Uchiha Jin is ready to back them and help the Oil-User clan grow to three thousand members within five years.

How many ninja could such a population produce? How many resources would it require to support them?

To be honest.

Everyone was stunned by Uchiha Jin’s grand gesture!

Oil-User Shimi trembled violently: “Jin-kun, this…”

“Don’t get excited,” Uchiha Jin said slowly. “There are conditions.”

“From now on, the Oil-User clan must intermarry with the Uchiha. I believe there are no eternal enemies or friends—only lasting alliances forged through shared interests.”

Oil-User Shimi didn’t hesitate—he immediately nodded: “I have no objections. I agree!”

Come on!

Since the Oil-User clan joined Konoha, they’ve never grown.

This opportunity is once in a millennium—if Itachi don’t seize it, Itachi’re an idiot!

Marrying into the Uchiha? No problem at all.

After all, Uchiha Jin’s methods clearly reveal his future governance, his boldness, his strength—all far beyond Hiruzen Sarutobi.

The other clans stared, eyes blazing red.

Clearly.

They were stunned by Uchiha Jin. They’d assumed today’s meeting would discuss how to handle Konoha’s high command—but Uchiha Jin didn’t mention any of that. He straight-up handed out benefits.

This…

Now, everyone’s gaze toward the Oil-User clan was thick with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

But then.

Before they could recover, Uchiha Jin spoke again.

“Kakashi Hatake. Might Guy.”

“Each of Itachi must marry at least five wives, and one of them must be Uchiha.”

“Especially Itachi—Kakashi!”

“Your father counted on Itachi to revive the Hatake clan. At your age, Itachi still don’t even have a girlfriend. Are Itachi honoring your father’s spirit?”

“Even if Itachi don’t train the Hatake Sword Art yourself, Itachi must ensure your sons inherit it. The White Fang of Konoha is our legend—I won’t let this art be buried forever.”

“Might Guy, same goes for Itachi.”

“Your father had only one son. Even opening seven gates of the Eight Gates Formation could kill Hiruzen Sarutobi—that’s his life’s work.”

“Most people’s bodies can’t handle the Eight Gates Formation. If Itachi want this art to survive, Itachi’ll need to father many children.”

“Of course, likewise.”

“One of your five wives must be Uchiha!”

“And don’t worry about money or resources—Itachi’re now our core combatants. Itachi’ll receive top-tier support in every aspect.”

Uchiha Jin’s tone was serious.

Kakashi and Might Guy were Konoha’s most vital combatants—he wouldn’t let them slip away.

And the best way to bind them? Blood ties.

Once they father children with Uchiha blood, they’d be forced to stand with the Uchiha—whether they liked it or not.

So.

Knowing these two cared little for power, Uchiha Jin pressed them by invoking their fathers’ names.

It worked—brilliantly.

Kakashi initially wanted to protest, but hearing “Hatake Shōma,” “Hatake Sword Art,” and “legacy,” he sighed, face etched with bitterness, then reluctantly accepted.

As for Might Guy?

He hadn’t thought about any of this—until he heard “passing on his father’s Eight Gates Formation,” and remembered the day his father died. He burst into tears.

Finally.

He leapt to his feet: “Jin-kun, rest assured.”

“I’ve never forgotten my father’s words. I’ll pass on the Eight Gates Formation.”

But on the other side.

Everyone else stared, bewildered—even shocked.

The Eight Gates Formation?

Of course they’d heard of it. After all, Might Dai once kicked four of the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist to death and sent the other three fleeing—no secret in Konoha.

But…

Might Guy opening seven gates could kill Hiruzen Sarutobi?

That terrifying?

They didn’t think Uchiha Jin would joke in such a setting—so they looked again at Guy’s spiky head, their gazes now grave.

Then.

After securing the two, Uchiha Jin turned his gaze to the other clans present.

The core message? Just one sentence!

Any clan that joins me, Uchiha Jin, I promise tangible benefits—once I rise to power, every clan here will profit.

Yes.

I’m not Tobirama Senju. I’m not Hiruzen Sarutobi.

Knowing the world's fundamental rules, I understand the importance of bloodline. So when I rise, I will uplift common ninjas, supporting them in jutsu and tools…

But I won’t suppress the clans—I’ll actively expand them!

No choice.

Circumstances differ.

In another world, I might support commoners—but in this damn ninja world, pure cultivation achieves little. The true foundation of strength? Pure Ōtsutsuki bloodline concentration.

Suppressing the clans? That’s suicide.

Meanwhile.

The clans here weren’t fools. Even without Uchiha Jin saying it outright, they sensed it.

Everyone trembled.

Clearly.

No one expected Uchiha Jin wouldn’t suppress the clans—that’s good news!

From Tobirama Senju to Hiruzen Sarutobi, both Hokage suppressed the clans. Even Minato Namikaze, though his reign was brief, still represented the common ninja…

Now…

Finally, we have an Uchiha who doesn’t hate the clans.

“No more talk—kill Hiruzen Sarutobi!”

“Enough hiding—force Hiruzen Sarutobi to step down!”

“Jin-kun, move now!”

Everyone spoke up at once.

At this moment, they were truly mad—only wanting Uchiha Jin to become Hokage as soon as possible.

Even the Ino-Shika-Cho, usually calm, were now excited, eager to bring over their other clan members.

Damn it.

What’s the point of waiting?

Getting Hiruzen Sarutobi ousted and Uchiha Jin installed as Hokage is all that matters.