Chapter 42: The Third Kaiju Attack
China had mobilized its entire national strength to launch the "God" project, a large-scale initiative aimed at building giant mechas. By the very next day, temporary research institutes sprang up around the base, working around the clock. According to the project's requirements, full-scale operations would begin within a week.
Madara, who had been observing the world's rapid mobilization, smirked slightly.
"This nation is remarkably cohesive. It's almost effortless for them to mobilize their entire population. Even if their individual strength is weak, their unity makes them formidable. Su Xiuyu, is this the world you wanted us to experience?"
Over the past few days, Madara had been silently absorbing the unfamiliar sights and customs of this new world. Unlike the chaotic, war-torn ninja world, this realm was composed of countless nations, brimming with diversity. While wars still existed, they were mostly local conflicts. The overall global structure remained stable.
Now, with the Kaiju threat looming, the world was in a state of panic. Yet, Madara found himself unexpectedly reflecting on the concept of peace.
Just as Su Xiuyu had once described, the ninja world's system was fundamentally flawed. Ninjas were nothing more than instruments of violence. Despite their power, they contributed nothing to production. Their entire existence relied on civilians, who were in turn subjugated by the daimyo's rule.
The irony was painfully clear—ninjutsu, with its boundless potential, was wasted on endless slaughter. The cycle of hatred would perpetuate eternal warfare.
Yet here, in this new world, Madara saw a glimpse of hope—an efficient, functioning society where even the weak could unite and defy the odds.
"Honestly," Su Xiuyu replied casually, "I just brought you here to see a different world. Whatever insights you gain are entirely up to you. The more you see, the broader your vision becomes. You'll no longer be confined by the small scope of Konoha."
For a brief moment, melancholy flickered in Madara's eyes. Although he no longer harbored resentment toward Konoha, he still felt a faint sense of regret.
After all, Konoha was once his dream. Despite everything, he had to admit that Hashirama was the right leader. With Tobirama's support, Konoha was in capable hands.