BSI Chapter 349 The Four Symbols Technique of the Tree Realm
Chapter 349 The Four Symbols Technique of the Tree Realm
As Hashirama Senju stuffed a tomato into his mouth, he nodded indistinctly, his face beaming with pure happiness.
It was the kind of satisfaction a child gets when they receive their favorite candy, so pure that it contained no impurities.
Hatake Sakumo stood aside, watching this legendary god of the ninja world dance with joy over a few small cherry tomatoes. The awe and distance he felt due to the other's status were gradually melting away in the warm atmosphere of the moment.
Perhaps, this is the true appearance of the God of the Ninja World.
It's not just the majestic statue in the Valley of the End, nor the great man in the records who ended the chaos, but a living, breathing person who would laugh heartily at delicious food and feel genuine joy at the abundance of the land.
"That's awesome! Sakumo! Torifu!"
Hashirama Senju finally finished the last cherry tomato. He licked his fingers with a lingering satisfaction, then patted the two men's shoulders heavily with his hands, brimming with boundless life force. "This fruit must be tasted by everyone in the village! Everyone!"
His enthusiasm was so intense it could practically ignite the air. Infected by this emotion, Akimichi Torifu immediately straightened his back and responded loudly.
"Of course! First Master! Our farm's next goal is to achieve cherry tomato freedom!"
"Yes! Cherry tomatoes are free!" Hashirama Senju shouted, raising his arms as if to announce the victory of a war.
Only Sakumo Hatake maintained his unique calmness and meticulousness amidst this enthusiastic atmosphere. He didn't immediately agree, but instead took out a scroll from his ninja tool pouch.
That wasn't a sealing scroll for battle, but a work manual he made himself.
He slowly unrolled the scroll, on which a detailed plan of the entire Konoha Ecological Farm was drawn with fine handwriting and precise lines, along with... densely packed data reports.
"Lord Hashirama, summon the wind."
Sakumo spoke, his voice not loud, but like a bucket of cold water, instantly cooling down the frenzied atmosphere.
"Our prayers are good, but we are facing an insurmountable physical bottleneck."
He pointed to the edge of the planning map with his finger.
"According to my and Shikano's precise calculations, 78% of the arable land around Konoha has already been utilized. The remaining land is too costly to develop due to various problems, making it a losing proposition."
He raised his head to meet the puzzled inquiries of Hashirama Senju and Torifu Akimichi.
"Simply put, production capacity is nearing its ceiling unless there is continued expansion."
Akimichi Torifu's smile froze.
He was an optimist who tended to think about problems in the most direct way. If something was edible, he'd raise more of it. If it tasted good, he'd grow more of it. As for complex issues like whether there was enough land, he subconsciously ignored them.
The smile on Hashirama Senju's face slowly disappeared.
Looking at the precise numbers to two decimal places on Sakumo's blueprints, his ninja-like meticulousness left him speechless.
He squatted down, picked up a small twig again, and drew circles on the soft soil.
The atmosphere, which had just been as scorching as the sun, suddenly became somewhat dull.
"I see..."
Hashirama Senju hung his head, his long black hair obscuring his profile, and all that could be heard was his signature, melancholic muttering.
"It's so rare to find such delicious tomatoes... I want Mito and Tobirama to try them too... I also want all the children in the village to eat them as snacks..."
He exuded an aura of depression, a grayish-white color.
Akimichi Torifu watched helplessly from the sidelines. He wanted to say a few words of comfort, but he didn't know where to begin.
Sakumo Hatake also fell silent.
However, just when Sakumo thought that the First Hokage would become so depressed.
Hashirama Senju, who was squatting on the ground, suddenly stopped drawing circles.
He slowly raised his head and looked towards the outline of Konoha Village in the distance, following the end of the paddy field ridge.
Under the sunlight, the village skyline is no longer as flat as I remember. Driven by Danzo Shimura's almost fanatical enthusiasm for infrastructure construction, brand-new three-story, four-story, and even taller buildings have sprung up one after another, full of vibrant vitality.
The space in which people live is no longer limited to the ground, but begins to extend towards the sky.
A thunderclap seemed to explode in Hashirama Senju's mind.
He slapped his thigh suddenly, jumping up from the ground and startling Toru and Sakumo beside him.
The previous sense of depression vanished, replaced by a feeling of sudden enlightenment and extreme excitement.
"I get it! I get it! Hahahaha!"
He put his hands on his hips and let out a deafening, hearty laugh.
"Sakumo! You said we don't have any flat land left, right?"
Shuo Mao didn't understand, but he still nodded solemnly.
"That's right, Lord Hashirama."
"What if we create new land?"
Hashirama Senju grinned widely, a smile that carried a hint of cunning and childlike smugness.
"Since there's not enough land on the ground, why can't we build our fields layer by layer, like Danzo built his house, and plant them all the way up to the sky?!"
"Fold...fold it up?" Akimichi Torifu's mind was a little confused.
Sakumo Hatake froze, trying to understand the meaning of the sentence, but his logic and common sense told him that it was impossible.
Planting fields in the sky?
What an incredibly far-fetched idea!
But Hashirama Senju was never one to play by the rules.
Under the stunned gazes of the two men, the smile on his face became incredibly bright.
"Watch closely, Sakumo! This is a completely new way to use Wood Release!"
The moment he finished speaking, he clasped his hands together in front of his chest.
"Sage Art: Wood Release: Four Symbols of the Tree World Technique...!"
A torrent of Sage Chakra, almost tangible, poured wildly into the earth beneath his feet like a burst dam.
Rumble—!
The earth began to shake violently, no, it wasn't an earthquake.
The land beneath the feet of Hatake Sakumo and Akimichi Torifuka seemed to come alive. They could clearly feel countless powerful life forces surging, intertwining, and converging wildly deep underground.
next second.
The two stared at each other, completely frozen in place.
Dozens of tree trunks, thicker than water buckets, suddenly burst forth from the ground.
They did not grow wildly like normal trees, but under the control of an invisible and great will, they intertwined, spiraled, and supported each other at a precise angle that can be described as a miracle.
The wood pieces fit together perfectly, creating the most stable load-bearing structure.
In just a few minutes, a towering log frame building, hundreds of meters high and divided into more than a dozen planes, rose abruptly from the center of the farm.
Each level is a huge, perfectly flat platform woven from the branches of living trees.
The surface of the platform is covered with a thick layer of the most fertile soil, catalyzed by the Wood Release technique.
Sunlight streamed through the huge gaps between the layers, illuminating every patch of open field.
Sakumo Hatake stood there blankly, the scroll of plans in his hand having slipped to the ground at some point.
His worldview was completely shattered at that moment.
He poured his heart and soul into his work, spending several sleepless nights with Nara Deer Antlers, calculating land utilization rates, production bottlenecks, resource limits...
These cold and precise data, based on realistic logic, seem so pale and ridiculous at this moment.
The God of the Ninja World directly altered the rules themselves in a way that he could not understand or even imagine.
Akimichi Torifu stared wide-eyed as the bundle of hay he was carrying on his shoulder fell to the ground. He rubbed his eyes and then pinched his thigh hard.
The intense pain told him that what he was seeing was not an illusion.
That magnificent, vibrant wooden building bathed in sunlight is a real structure.
A huge shadow loomed over the entire ecological farm.
The Hokage Building, the Hokage's office, is located several miles away.
Hiruzen Sarutobi was reviewing an ordinary document, sunlight streaming through the window and falling on his weathered yet composed face.
Suddenly, the light outside the window dimmed slightly.
It wasn't dark clouds obscuring the sun, but a large, clearly defined shadow.
He subconsciously looked up and gazed out the window.
A colossal wooden structure, resembling a Tower of Babel from mythology, that should never have existed in this world, suddenly appeared on the village's horizon.
Hiruzen Sarutobi's hand holding the calligraphy brush froze in mid-air.
pat.
The black brush slipped from his stiff fingers and fell onto the meritorious document concerning the future of countless ninjas, leaving a glaring, ever-spreading blot of ink.
Holy crap!