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

Chapter 350 Hanging Gardens

Hiruzen Sarutobi maintained his head-up posture, his body completely still.

His brain, the one that carried memories of two lifetimes, had undergone countless simulations and deductions, and which he believed could remain unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, was now experiencing an unprecedented information storm.

I've imagined countless possibilities for the First Hokage on the farm.

It may become a spiritual totem, the strongest fighting force, to deter all villains.

He might gamble away Tsunade's entire savings while slacking off.

If there are any left.

All of this was within Hiruzen Sarutobi's calculations.

This scene before him, however, exceeded the limits of his imagination.

Using Wood Release, a tower-like vertical farm was created out of thin air.

What kind of operation is this?

This thing has gone beyond the realm of sociology and power struggles, and entered the realm of metaphysics.

Hiruzen Sarutobi picked up the report Danzo had just submitted regarding the foundation engineering of the Namakawa Reservoir dam. In that report, every change in data and every pour of concrete followed strict physical rules.

But now, that thing outside the window has completely shattered his understanding of the word "infrastructure".

It took more than ten seconds for Hiruzen Sarutobi to regain control of his body.

He stood up abruptly, and because the movement was so violent, the chair slid backward, scraping against the wooden floor with a piercing shriek.

With a flash, he appeared by the window of the Hokage's office, bracing his hands on the windowsill and pressing his face close to the glass, trying to see more clearly.

That's right, it's not an illusion.

That life energy, so vast and boundless it almost overflowed the sky, was pure and immense; in the entire world, apart from Hashirama Senju, no one else possessed it.

Hiruzen Sarutobi's temples began to throb in waves.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, he had forced himself to calm down.

But the inner turmoil only intensified.

"This is clearly a forced switch from a simulation management game to a myth creation mode!"

Hiruzen Sarutobi practically spat out those words through clenched teeth, his voice low and filled with a certain urgency of excitement.

In the center of the ecological farm.

The 100-meter-tall three-dimensional wooden building has been completely finalized.

It is not a simple stacking, but a spiral structure full of life aesthetics.

The thick trunk forms the main load-bearing pillars, from which countless flexible branches grow horizontally, intertwining and coiling to form a series of broad platforms.

Layer upon layer, spiraling upwards, until reaching the clouds.

Each platform is meticulously divided into neat planting areas, covered with the most fertile soil, resembling a Babylonian garden suspended in the air.

Sunlight streams through the vast gaps between the layers, falling evenly so that not an inch of land is left untouched by shadow.

Sakumo Hatake and Torifu Akimichi stood in the shadow of the giant building, their necks aching from looking up, yet they still couldn't take in the full view of this miracle.

The scroll in Sakumo's hand had already slipped to the ground, and his mind, which was used to thinking with data and logic, was now blank.

"Look! How about it, Sakumo!"

Hashirama Senju's voice broke the deathly silence. He stood with his hands on his hips, his face beaming with pure joy at having solved a tremendous problem. His smile was so bright it could dispel all gloom.

"That way, we'll have land! We can grow not only tomatoes, but also cucumbers and cabbages! One type per layer, all sorted out, so there's absolutely no mixing of flavors!"

He pointed enthusiastically at the towering wooden building and explained his brilliant idea to the two stunned juniors.

"And look, stacking them vertically like this, what's it called again... oh right, vertical planting! It maximizes the use of space and sunlight! Effectively solves the problems of monoculture in winter and limited land!"

Akimichi Torifu's Adam's apple bobbed as he finally regained a sliver of his senses from the intense visual shock.

He didn't consider whether it conformed to physics; as a pure pragmatist and gourmet, his brain automatically skipped the principles and went straight to the application stage.

"Um... First Generation Lord..."

Qu Feng spoke cautiously, his voice a little hoarse, "This... is very good... but..."

He stretched out his chubby finger and pointed to the upper platform, which was at least seventy or eighty meters above the ground.

"How do I pour water on it?"

Hashirama Senju's smile froze.

"And fertilizer,"

Once the idea of ​​harnessing the wind was conceived, it became unstoppable. "Even if our Akimichi clan used the Expansion Technique to transport such heavy fertilizer to the very top, we couldn't make more than a few trips a day, could we? It's too tiring."

"And then there's the time to harvest the vegetables."

He spoke louder and louder, as if he could already see the trouble ahead: "Each floor is so high, are we supposed to carry baskets and jump down from one floor to the other? The vegetables will get ruined, and pigs don't like to eat rotten vegetable leaves."

A series of soul-searching logistical problems instantly plunged the previously mythical atmosphere back into the mundane reality of daily life.

The smile on Hashirama Senju's face slowly disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He looked down at the magnificent masterpiece he had just created, then looked up at Akimichi Torifu's face, which was filled with this inconvenience, and the iconic gray-white aura of depression once again emanated from him.

"Oh...I see..."

He squatted down and started drawing circles on the ground with a twig again, looking dejected.

Sakumo Hatake watched silently from the side, without saying a word.

He had considered the question raised by Qu Feng. But at this moment, he was thinking about something much deeper.

This is no longer a simple agricultural issue.

This is a complex systems engineering project that intertwines engineering, hydraulics, management, and even sociology.

The man who created this project is currently in a state of depression because of the problem of how to water it.

This stark contrast caused Sakumo's worldview to undergo a strange distortion after it was shattered.

In the distance, on Fire Shadow Rock.

Madara Uchiha stood against the wind, his long white hair fluttering slightly in the breeze.

His Rinnegan clearly reflected the towering wooden tower in the distance, and the three tiny figures beneath it.

You can clearly see Hashirama's foolish appearance, where he was full of vigor one second and then looked dejected the next.

A gentle breeze swept by, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly upwards on his face, which was always covered with a layer of frost.

It was more than just a smile; it was like a memory sealed away for nearly a century, quietly melting away and leaving behind a trace of moisture.

"...Still the same old idiot."

A soft murmur, almost inaudible, then vanished into the wind.