Naruto: The Boogie Woogie Shinobi

At four and a half years old, Kenta Madoka found himself immersed in a whirlwind of lessons designed to shape him into a proper noble of the Land of Fire.

While most children his age were playing games or learning basic skills, Kenta was being trained to understand the complexities of governance, diplomacy, and leadership. It wasn't exactly what he would've chosen for himself—if anything, he would've preferred jumping straight into ninja training—but he understood the value of these teachings.

He needed much more than his martial arts to survive in this world.

After all, knowledge was power, and in a world like this, power came in many forms.

Kenta sat at a small desk in his room, a map of the Five Great Nations spread before him. Across the table sat his tutor, a brown-haired diplomat named Takumi, who had served the Daimyo's court for decades.

Takumi was a stern man with sharp eyes and a voice that could silence a room, but he was also patient—a trait Kenta appreciated as he navigated the intricacies of diplomacy.

"Tell me, young master," Takumi began, tapping the map with a thin, calloused finger. "If the Land of Fire were to negotiate a trade agreement with the Land of Water, what factors must be considered?"

Kenta furrowed his brow, studying the map. "Well… the Land of Water is surrounded by ocean, so they'd probably want to trade fish or seafood. But they'd also need crops and wood, since they don't have much farmland. We could offer that, right?"

Takumi nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Correct. The Land of Water is heavily reliant on imports for agricultural goods. And what would we demand in return?"

Kenta thought for a moment. "Salt, maybe? Or pearls? Something we don't produce as much of here."

"Excellent," Takumi said. "Diplomacy is the art of give and take, young master. Always remember: the best agreements benefit both sides. Even in times of tension, diplomacy can prevent bloodshed. A well-timed trade deal or alliance can turn enemies into partners."

Kenta nodded, storing the lesson away. In a world dominated by shinobi power, diplomacy might not seem as flashy as jutsu or combat, but it was no less important. Wars could be avoided—or won—by the right words at the right time.

'Diplomacy is just another word for Talk-no-jutsu. The strongest tool that every protoganist has in every other story.' Kenta thought

In another lesson, Kenta found himself seated in the estate's library, surrounded by towering shelves of books and scrolls. This time, his tutor was a middle-aged woman named Fumiko, who was as strict as she was brilliant.

"Today, we'll discuss taxation," Fumiko said, placing a thick scroll in front of Kenta. "Do you know why taxes are important, young master?"

Kenta glanced at the scroll, which detailed the various taxes imposed on the Land of Fire's citizens. "Because they pay for stuff, right? Like roads and armies?"

Fumiko raised an eyebrow. "Crude, but accurate. Taxes are the lifeblood of a nation. They fund infrastructure, defense, education, and more. Without them, the Land of Fire would crumble."

She unrolled the scroll, revealing a detailed breakdown of the Daimyo's budget. Kenta's eyes widened as he saw the sheer scale of it—millions of ryo allocated to everything from building bridges to supporting orphanages. The most amount was allocated to the military Budget that included Konoha.

"Now, tell me," Fumiko continued, "if you were the Daimyo, how would you handle a region where the citizens cannot pay their taxes due to poor harvests?"

Kenta tapped his chin, thinking. "I guess I'd lower their taxes for a while and maybe send them food. If they're struggling, making them pay more would only make things worse, right?"

Fumiko smiled, nodding approvingly. "Precisely. A good leader must balance fairness with practicality. Sometimes, short-term sacrifices are necessary for long-term stability."

As Kenta absorbed the lesson, he realized how interconnected the world was. The shinobi fought the wars, but it was the Daimyo who ensured the soldiers were fed, paid, and equipped. Without strong governance, even the most powerful ninja village would falter. It was the Damiyo that gave Konoha the money to develop, fund wars and even the most number of missions.

One of Kenta's least favorite lessons involved standing in front of a group of people—usually servants or other tutors—and delivering speeches. His instructor, a theatrical man named Ryoji, insisted that public speaking was an essential skill for any noble.

"Your words are your weapons," Ryoji declared dramatically, pacing back and forth as Kenta stood awkwardly on a small stage.

'Well, My words led me to my death in my previous life. I guess that it would not hurt to get better at it.' Kenta thought with a wry smile

"A well-spoken leader can inspire armies, sway crowds, and silence dissent. Now, young master, let's hear your speech on why the Land of Fire is the greatest nation."

Kenta groaned inwardly but complied, stepping forward. "The Land of Fire… uh, is great because… we have forests and farms and, um, strong ninjas who protect us…"

Ryoji pinched the bridge of his nose. "Stop. Just stop." He sighed, gesturing for Kenta to sit. "Young master, that was dreadful. Your voice lacked conviction, your words lacked passion, and your presence—well, you might as well have been a tree stump."

Kenta scowled. "I'm four. Cut me some slack."

Ryoji smirked. "And yet, one day you may address thousands as a leader. Practice starts now."

Over time, Kenta began to improve. Ryoji taught him how to project his voice, structure his arguments, and use body language to command attention. Though it was far from easy, Kenta couldn't deny the value of these lessons. In a world full of powerful personalities, the ability to speak with authority could be just as important as any jutsu.

Perhaps the most abstract lessons came from his grandfather himself, the Daimyo of the Land of Fire. On rare occasions, the man would invite Kenta to his study and share wisdom that only decades of experience could provide.

He looked nothing like the old man that was present when Danzo became Hokage.

"Kenta," the Daimyo said one evening, sitting cross-legged on a plush mat, "what does it mean to be a leader?"

Kenta thought carefully before answering. "To make decisions that help people?"

The Daimyo nodded. "A good answer, but incomplete. A leader must do more than help. They must inspire trust, uphold justice, and bear the weight of their people's struggles. Leadership is not about power—it is about responsibility."

The words struck a chord with Kenta. In his previous life, he had always been a lone wolf, relying on his strength and arrogance to get by. But here, in this new life, he was beginning to see the bigger picture. Strength alone wasn't enough. A true leader needed wisdom, compassion, and the ability to make difficult choices.

'I can't fight armies by myself even with my cheat ability. I would need support and trusted allies at some point of time. Now, I would have to keep an eye on possible recruits to help me.' Kenta thought at the end of this lesson before moving on to his next lesson, Caligraphy.

Though it seemed mundane compared to his other lessons, Kenta's calligraphy training turned out to be surprisingly enjoyable. His tutor, an elderly scribe named Katsuro, taught him the art of writing with precision and grace.

"Every stroke of the brush must be deliberate," Katsuro explained, demonstrating how to write the kanji for "fire." "Your writing reflects your state of mind. A calm hand produces elegant characters, while a rushed hand produces chaos."

Kenta found the practice oddly soothing. As he dipped his brush into ink and carefully traced the characters, he felt his mind quiet. It was almost meditative, a rare moment of peace in his otherwise busy schedule.

Kenta enjoyed Caligraphy for another reason as he knew that Caligraphy would be helpful for Fuinjutsu if he ever tried that in future which is very likely since it's a very important skill to have.