Naruto: Starting as the Third Hokage with Tears in His Eyes

Chapter 360 Tower of Babel Farm Phase 1 Personnel Configuration

Nara felt as if another arrow had pierced his heart.

Sakumo Hatake nodded slightly to Shikaku, then walked over to the seemingly lifeless Nara katana and politely gestured for him to proceed.

"Let's go, Deer Antlers. The Second Generation Lord and the First Generation Lord are still waiting here."

Nara felt like he wasn't being taken to a farm, but rather to an execution ground.

His legs felt like lead, and he followed Sakumo Hatake step by step, leaving this peaceful paradise that belonged to him.

When he was finally brought to the edge of the Konoha Ecological Farm and saw the towering wooden tower that pierced the sky, his last shred of hope vanished completely.

The colossal tower rose abruptly from the ground, soaring into the clouds, its spiraling structure possessing an unreasonable, divine creativity.

Sunlight shines on its damp wooden surface, reflecting a warm luster. Countless vines and branches grow from the structure, forming natural railings and platforms.

This is hardly a farm.

This is clearly a sinkhole, a hundred stories high.

At the bottom of the sinkhole, in a makeshift command post even larger than the Hokage's office, Nara Shikanobu witnessed even greater despair.

Sakumo Hatake pushed a huge pile of documents in front of him.

Looking at the "legacy" left behind after these gods fought, Nara Shika felt his head buzzing and his head throbbing with pain.

He slumped into the chair, clutching his signature tuft of hair, muttering to himself.

"This is so troublesome...so troublesome...this is really troublesome..."

However, those eyes, which were always languid and seemed perpetually sleepy, had begun to involuntarily gleam with the intelligent light of high-speed calculation.

The massive flow of information was rapidly broken down, reorganized, and summarized in his brain.

The first generation's ideas were the foundation, the second generation's technology was the framework, and Sakumo's plans were the flesh and blood... So, what he had to do was become the soul that perfectly connected all of this.

Nara Shika closed his eyes in pain, then resignedly opened them again.

He resignedly picked up a pen and wrote the first line on the huge blank scroll spread out in front of him.

"Feasibility Report on Staffing, Functional Zoning, and Production of the First Phase of the Tower of Babel Farm..."

He paused, then added two words in a very soft voice.

--draft.

"well……"

"trouble……"

Only one light was on in the makeshift command post, emitting a steady and soft glow.

Under the light, a figure with a pineapple-shaped hairstyle fell into a long silence in front of a blank scroll that seemed to stretch endlessly.

The air was filled with the smells of fresh ink, old paper, and earth.

Nara Shikano felt like his brain was a pot of boiling porridge, with all sorts of messy things churning and colliding inside.

The First Hokage's whimsical and imaginative doodles used the simplest lines to outline the most outrageous structures, with a smiley face drawn next to it, and the words "The best-tasting tomatoes in the entire ninja world will be grown here!"

The Second Hokage's cold, precise annotations, each symbol containing profound laws and engineering symbols incomprehensible to ordinary people, forcefully dragged the First Hokage's wild ideas into the realm of science, cold and devoid of any emotion.

Then there's Hatake Sakumo's war scroll, which militarized the entire elite clans of Konoha Village; every word exudes a sharp, decisive edge.

Creation, science, war.

Three completely different, even contradictory, things were now laid out before him. His task was to perfectly tie these three ferocious beasts, each with its own distinct style, together with a rope called planning, so that they would pull a chariot called a vertical farm in a harmonious manner, all in the same direction.

"My hair will fall out sooner or later..."

Nara Shikano scratched his head, feeling more troubled than ever before.

He tried several positions—lying down, sitting, and prone—but no matter how he adjusted, the blank reel seemed like a giant black hole, mocking his powerlessness.

Never mind, I'll go to sleep first.

Even if the sky were to fall, the First Hokage's towering wooden Buddha statue, whose height was unknown, would still hold it up.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he nipped it in the bud.

No.

He recalled Hatake Sakumo's earnest face and the Second Hokage's assessment that he was the smartest person in the village.

The worst part was that he remembered his son, Lu Jiu, and the boy's gloating waving was still swirling in his mind.

If he were to give up, that kid would definitely use that innocent tone tomorrow—"Oh, even I can't handle this sometimes"—to ridicule him mercilessly.

Absolutely not.

Nara Kanoku sat up straight again, closed his eyes, and reconstructed the entire structure of the towering wooden building in his mind.

Since it's a building, it needs to be divided into zones.

Since it's a farm, it needs to be profitable.

The first generation wanted to grow delicious food, the second generation wanted a highly efficient system, and Sakumo wanted absolute control.

Their needs... are not conflicting.

The conflict lies in their methods of fulfilling their needs.

So what I need to do is find a larger framework that can accommodate all these approaches.