Analysis Team.

Satoru went through the intelligence reports one by one.

And began to organise them.

Having served in the Analysis Team for so many years, he had also established his own intelligence network in the Ninja World.

Besides the convenient intelligence gathering methods due to his position in Konoha.

In fact, over the years, while training and researching, he had not neglected his intelligence-gathering abilities.

As a Ninja, besides the Village's internal intelligence network, one must also have their own intelligence network in the outside world.

This is something every Jonin does.

No matter if you build it with money or something else, you always have your own source of intelligence.

And Satoru, relying on his authority and his powerful Genjutsu ability, had also placed some pawns outside.

Although he was a father and a husband.

But when he was outside, he was also a Ninja.

Under capable circumstances, he didn't mind setting up some contingencies outside.

He didn't know when they might come in handy.

Perhaps they wouldn't even be needed when Naruto and Sasuke defeated Kaguya, but they might be useful when Ōtsutsuki descends later, and Isshiki revives.

At least he could transfer his descendants out.

After all, Konoha was the main battlefield.

As the saying goes, 'preparation ensures success, lack of preparation leads to failure,' and Satoru was no longer someone who only cared for himself.

Hopefully, he was overthinking things, and the plot wouldn't continue to be Boruto, but instead, true peace would arrive.

After all, Boruto was not yet finished, and his intelligence was not abundant.

“There's no harm in learning from those seniors in these aspects.”

Orochimaru, Jiraiya, Chiyo, Ōnoki, and other old foxes, which one of them wasn't a Ninja with tentacles spread throughout the Ninja World?

In terms of breadth, perhaps even Black Zetsu didn't know as much as these old foxes.

These were all things worth learning from.

Leaving aside other things, he was already putting them to use now.

Information about Gato, some information about the Land of Hot Water, or intelligence from other countries.

He had his own sources of information for all of them.

The more intelligence he had, the better his mind worked.

For example, just now, he saw a piece of news in an intelligence report from a merchant caravan.

News that the Land of Lightning was suspected of developing Scientific Ninja Tools.

And it seemed they had already achieved results.

Of course, this was a deduction he made based on various pieces of information from the merchant caravan's spy reports.

But he didn't doubt his deduction.

The Land of Lightning's Ninja Tool science had always been at the forefront of the world.

For example, his weather meter for studying the weather.

They were all developed in the Land of Lightning.

“Scientific Ninja Tools, are they slowly starting to show their heads now?!”

Scientific Ninja Tools, in fact, did not only appear during the Boruto period, but had always existed.

It was just that they hadn't been developed for normal warfare yet.

And the technology was not particularly mature either.

However, Satoru had already felt that wind.

And this could greatly increase a Ninja's strength.

No matter what, he was paying attention to quite a lot of things.

After finishing today's work and submitting some important intelligence to the Hokage, today's work was considered complete.

...

Nameless mountain peak outside Konoha.

“Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique.”

Hiroshi formed a hand seal with one hand and spat out a huge fireball.

Startling the birds below into flight.

“This is great, I succeeded, I really am talented!”

He looked at the fireball, then at his hand, extremely excited.

“Wow, Grandpa is so amazing.”

The two children next to him, who were practising concentration, heard Hiroshi's voice and praised him at the right time.

However, they were already complaining in their hearts that it wasn't as cool as Dad's Jutsu.

“Of course, I am your Grandpa, and I am here to set an example for you.

Satoru, how about it? I told you I had talent, look, I did it again.”

Hiroshi looked at Satoru, a proud expression on his face.

He had already learned the one-handed hand seal for the Clone Technique.

Now that he had also learned the hand seal for the Great Fireball Technique, he was simply a genius.

And Satoru had dark circles under his eyes.

“Dad, who told you to practice the Great Fireball Technique? Do you know how much energy it costs me?”

He was very speechless, did he know how difficult it was for him to maintain this Jutsu?

Practising this kind of feint Ninjutsu, and you still want to fight?

“Tsk, I'm your Dad, just tell me if it's cool or not.” Hiroshi pouted.

“Less nonsense, next, practice Pupil Setting Hand, you were once a perception-type Ninja,

It might be a little easier.”

Satoru didn't want to argue with him anymore.

Arguing with women was tiring, and arguing with old men was pretty much the same.

“Understood, understood.”

Hiroshi had been coveting this secret Jutsu for a long time.

Coincidentally, his talent was the same as his son's; both were perception-type Ninjas, which was perfect.

And the two children training nearby, hearing this, relaxed their minds, and the leaves on their foreheads fell off.

The truth was, once Grandpa learned it, they wouldn't have to work anymore.

Even if Dad wasn't around, they could enjoy an automated life.

That was really great.

“Concentrate, don't make me say it again.” Satoru knew their thoughts and immediately pulled out his bamboo whip, threatening them.

“Understood.”

In this regard, Tenyu and Maki were very serious.

They knew that only by learning well could they, like Dad, enjoy a life where food came to them and clothes were handed to them, simply by forming hand seals and performing Ninjutsu.

...

Konoha.

Above the Hokage Rock.

“Jiraiya-sama, why did you ask me to come over?

You're not trying to get my Genjutsu again, are you?” Satoru was speechless.

He had just brought his family home when he received an invitation from Jiraiya.

He thought they wouldn't have any more interactions.

After all, he wasn't familiar with Jiraiya.

“Cough, am I that kind of person?

I wanted to ask about your intelligence from the Hidden Rain Village,

And information about the Rinnegan's abilities, as well as your thoughts on that unknown Ninja who can use space Ninjutsu.”

Jiraiya coughed dryly and spoke upon hearing this.

Was he that kind of person?

Who was spreading rumours about him?

“Eh, did the Third Hokage tell you? He even told me to keep my mouth shut,

Not to reveal it, really.” Satoru teased.

“I want to fight you once to gauge that guy's strength.”

Jiraiya was still concerned about the person suspected to be Nagato.

And Satoru was the only person who had fought him.

Incidentally, he also wanted to get to know Satoru, the young generation's strongest, just like Kakashi.

Before meeting with Satoru, he had already talked with Kakashi.

He understood Kakashi's strength, but he was no match for Satoru, so he was very interested.

“That's fine, a simple understanding will be enough; otherwise, it's too dangerous.”

Since Jiraiya wanted to know, Satoru didn't mind.

Normally, he didn't want to fight, but as the head of the Analysis Team, he had to.

A senior needed some enemy intelligence, he couldn't just refuse, right?

And perhaps he could defeat Jiraiya in one move.

His Ninjutsu, to those who didn't understand it, was truly quite buggy.

Just like when he faced Orochimaru, except Orochimaru was prepared for all possibilities.

Konoha.

Hokage Office.

“Sarutobi Sensei, it’s been a long time.”

Jiraiya smiled at Hiruzen Sarutobi.

“Hmm, you’ve been wandering outside for a long time this time. Do you want to return to Konoha?”

Hiruzen Sarutobi said.

A few days ago, Jiraiya said he would return to Konoha in a few days because there were some things he wanted to understand.

Hiruzen Sarutobi had a bit of a headache with him wandering outside all these years.

Jiraiya, as a crucial combat force of Konoha, did not play a role in the Third Shinobi World War. If he weren't his disciple and he didn't know his temperament, Hiruzen Sarutobi would have wanted to arrest him as a rogue Ninja and bring him back to Konoha.

So, he hoped that Jiraiya, upon his return this time, would no longer wander outside.

“Sensei, I wasn’t wandering. I was searching for the Child of Prophecy who would change the fate of the Ninja World’s wars.

Only by finding him can the Ninja World avoid war.”

Jiraiya scratched his head and smiled earnestly.

This reason was indeed a bit absurd.

“Is that so? I know you also published a series of books called Make-Out Paradise in the Land of Fire.” Hiruzen Sarutobi said.

Jiraiya: “Ahaha, Sensei reads my works too? That’s great!”

“Let’s stop the small talk. I know your nature; you can’t stay still.

What exactly brings you back this time?”

Hiruzen Sarutobi went straight to the point.

Hearing this, Jiraiya’s playful smile faded, and he became serious.

“The Great Toad Sage predicted that there’s a variable in the Child of Prophecy’s trajectory.

I don’t know yet if the person in my mind is truly the Child of Prophecy.

However, since the Great Toad Sage’s prophecy has a variable,

something must have happened somewhere in the Ninja World,

So I need Sarutobi Sensei’s help.”

Jiraiya’s purpose for returning this time was the Great Toad Sage’s prophecy.

Although the Great Toad Sage said it wouldn’t affect his search for the Child of Prophecy and would even help the Child of Prophecy, he was still uneasy.

Even if he ignored it, he couldn’t remain completely ignorant.

And as the Hokage of Konoha, Hiruzen Sarutobi had the most extensive intelligence network.

“Hmph, still fixated on the Child of Prophecy? You didn’t even return for the Third Shinobi World War.

Don’t you know how severe Konoha’s losses were?”

Hiruzen Sarutobi snorted coldly.

His children had grown up and become independent.

Tsunade was, Orochimaru was, and Jiraiya was too.

“Forget it, let’s not talk about that. The most abnormal thing in recent years is the appearance of a leader with the Rinnegan in the Hidden Rain Village.

He calls himself a god.

According to the historical records of the Land of Fire, the Rinnegan is the eye of the Six Paths Sage, who founded Ninshu in legend.

Other than that, there’s probably an underground Akatsuki Organisation that has appeared in the surrounding smaller countries,

causing the missions issued by Konoha outside to gradually decrease.

You’ve been wandering outside for so many years; you should know something about it, right?”

Hiruzen Sarutobi said.

In recent years, apart from the Nine-Tailed incident, Minato’s death, and the Uchiha clan’s annihilation, he hadn’t felt any other abnormalities.

And Jiraiya knew all of these.

“Rinnegan?”

Jiraiya thought of those three children, one of whom had the Rinnegan.

Is he the leader of the Hidden Rain Village now?

Could he truly be the Child of Prophecy predicted by the Great Toad Sage?

The Great Toad Sage had said that every era in the Ninja World would see the emergence of a Child of Prophecy who would revolutionise the Ninja World. The First Hokage, who founded Konoha, was one of them.

And a person with the Rinnegan could indeed be the Child of Prophecy.

Perhaps he really could change destiny.

No, maybe not.

He couldn’t just designate someone as the Child of Prophecy based on a pair of eyes; he still had to keep searching.

“That’s right, this is intelligence from Konoha Jonin Satoru.

A few years ago, there was an unusual movement within the Hidden Rain Village.

I dispatched Anbu several times to infiltrate, but they all failed.

It wasn’t until I sent the current Analysis Team leader, Satoru, that we gathered some intelligence on the Hidden Rain Village,

and he even fought the current leader of the Hidden Rain Village, who possesses the Rinnegan,

that man who calls himself a god.”

Hiruzen Sarutobi said.

“The Akatsuki Organisation in the neighbouring small countries was also something he sensed beforehand,

and coupled with the gradual decrease in missions from small countries in recent years, Konoha finally took notice.”

Satoru’s reliability made Hiruzen Sarutobi very lenient with him.

Whether it was for rest, taking leave to be with his children, or applying for Ninjutsu, everything was given the green light.

Except when he boasted about how easy it was to raise children.

“Satoru?”

Jiraiya remembered the guy from earlier. Having that level of Genjutsu certainly made infiltration convenient.

But he didn’t expect that the guy who disrupted his material collection actually could fight someone with the Rinnegan.

Could that guy with the Rinnegan be Nagato?

“Hmm, to be precise, he only set a trap and escaped.

The power of those eyes is indeed very strong.”

Hiruzen Sarutobi recounted the details of Satoru’s mission and the enemies encountered by the other members of his team.

Jiraiya was an important source of intelligence for Konoha, and he needed to know these things.

Moreover, Jiraiya was trustworthy.

Normally, he wouldn’t disclose such matters.

“Then it seems Konoha has another exceptionally talented individual!”

Jiraiya recalled Nagato’s appearance when he was learning Ninjutsu back then; that kind of talent was comparable to his Sensei Sarutobi’s powerful Ninjutsu talent.

No matter what Ninjutsu he was taught, he could quickly grasp and master it.

Could the variable mentioned by the Great Toad Sage be Satoru?

Then he shook his head again. How could that be?

Satoru grew up in Konoha since childhood, and his growth trajectory was traceable.

It couldn’t be the variable.

What exactly could it be?

And what was the purpose of the Akatsuki Organisation wandering through various countries?

Could it be the variable mentioned by the Great Toad Sage?

Orochimaru had already left the Akatsuki Organisation, so maybe there really was a variable after all.

…

Analysis Team.

“The world-renowned wealthy man Gato and another company engaged in mutual racketeering,

suffering heavy losses, but he still regained control of the Wave Country port.”

Satoru looked at the intelligence in his hand.

A few years ago, after Gato took over the Hogoromo Clan, he expanded aggressively, and his shipping company took control of the Wave Country port.

As the aggrieved party, it was the interests of a company under the nobility of the Land of Hot Water.

Then they had another fight a few days ago.

“Immortal people, cults…”

The data showed that among the Ninja hired by the Land of Hot Water, there were immortals who could only be dealt with using sealing Ninjutsu.

The Ninja hired by Gato’s side suffered heavy losses due to unknown intelligence.

Ultimately, by sacrificing many personnel, they managed to gather intelligence on the Land of Hot Water’s side and then dealt with them specifically.

And this also caused Gato heavy losses.

The Land of Hot Water also temporarily ceased its actions due to excessive losses.

“The cult where Hidan is located!”

The Ninja forces in the Land of Hot Water, especially the cults, had very little intelligence.

Even Konoha didn’t have much information in this regard.

It seems that Gato being easily cut down by Zabuza later was probably related to this series of events.

And Hidan might have emerged from the cult during this period.

Konoha, Hot Spring Shop.

Inside, the giggling of girls could be heard.

Hoo!

An old man was sprawled on the rooftop, blending in perfectly.

He watched the frolicking girls below, white steam puffing from his nose, his eyes wide.

"This is good, this is good, it will definitely provide rich material for my upcoming work."

He was still muttering to himself.

No one below noticed him.

Suddenly.

He turned his head to the side.

"Who are you? Don't you know there are serious consequences for disturbing a great author while he's gathering material?"

"I've long heard that Lord Jiraiya, one of the Konoha Ninja, is a notorious pervert.

Seeing him now, it's clear the rumours are true."

Satoru said, speechless.

He's decades old, yet he's still peeping at women bathing like some young punk. How shameless!

As for Jiraiya breaking his genjutsu and discovering him.

To be a Sannin, he must be skilled at dispelling genjutsu.

Originally, after dealing with his father and child, he was supposed to go to work.

He didn't expect to sense someone peeping at the women's hot spring on the way, and a massive Chakra as well.

He came over to check, and sure enough, it was him.

Their first real-life meeting.

And he saw him peeping. It seems Jiraiya's pervertedness is even greater than imagined.

"What pervert? I am the great Toad Sage!

I am gathering material for my literary work. I'm not interested in women."

Jiraiya argued.

How could they think of him as so lewd?

When he walks down the street, a line of women chase after him, alright?

"Also, you haven't said who you are. Could you be a spy from Konoha,

and still using a genjutsu in the Village?"

Jiraiya said seriously.

This person in front of him is very strong.

Especially his genjutsu.

He almost overlooked this person just now.

But he's very interested in this genjutsu.

It can actually lower one's presence, and the effect is amazing.

The people below didn't notice him at all.

Even though he was standing on the rooftop.

Right out in the open.

Unlike him, who uses Transformation Jutsu and has to maintain a pose.

"Konoha Jonin Captain Satoru, greetings, Lord Jiraiya."

Satoru said with a smile.

"Captain Satoru? Oh, you're that famous Captain Satoru?" Jiraiya said.

"That's right, it's me."

"Don't know him."

Jiraiya shook his head.

"..."

Stop pretending! You're Jiraiya of the Intelligence.

Satoru was extremely speechless. How could an expert in intelligence not know his great reputation?

"Well, just kidding. Satoru, right? Kakashi mentioned you.

A very remarkable genius."

Jiraiya turned his head back towards the hot spring, no longer interested in Satoru.

"Oh my god, there's a pervert!" Satoru suddenly squeezed his throat and shouted.

Silence!

"Ah, where's the pervert?"

"On the rooftop."

"I don't see him."

"He used Transformation Jutsu."

Relying on the fact that these ordinary people couldn't see him, Satoru kept responding.

Jiraiya was already stunned.

Are you kidding me?

Bang!

Realising he couldn't stay any longer, Jiraiya transformed into a toad and hopped away across the rooftops.

And Satoru followed suit.

Leaving behind the chaotic hot spring.

...

"You little brat, how dare you disturb your Lord Jiraiya from gathering material?

If you don't explain yourself, I'll beat you up, just you wait."

Jiraiya clenched his fists and said resentfully.

Satoru: "As a Konoha Ninja, it is my responsibility to maintain Konoha's order.

Due to my duty, please forgive me, Lord Jiraiya, but if you continue to peep,

I will still expose you."

"Tch, you fellow, you must want my autograph, right?

Bring out the book, I'll sign it for you.

You have great taste, recognising my work."

Jiraiya extended his hand, looking helpless.

Satoru was even more speechless. Isn't he a bit too confident? "I'm a proper person. I don't idolise celebrities or authors."

"Don't bother. From your genjutsu just now, I know you're not a proper person.

Don't give me that. We're all part of the Konoha family.

I'll be direct. I want to trade this latest make-out paradise for that genjutsu you used just now.

This was originally a gift for Kakashi."

Jiraiya took out a book from his bag and handed it to Satoru.

His eyes were overflowing with hearts.

"No, I have to go to work now. If I don't leave, I'll be late.

Lord Jiraiya, you can play by yourself. Don't peep anymore."

Satoru turned to leave.

Slap!

Jiraiya grabbed his shoulder: "No, first give me the genjutsu, or I won't let you go."

"Pure Land."

Satoru formed a hand seal, and the surroundings began to change.

"Wow, my dear baby, thank you for your love."

"Brother, you're so naughty."

"My lord, I shall serve you next."

"You scoundrel, I'm not ready yet!"

"It's the great Lord Jiraiya."

Various beauties appeared all around.

Fairies from the sky, bikinis on the ground.

They surrounded Jiraiya and began to attack.

Hoo hoo!

Jiraiya gasped for breath, his eyes wide with amazement.

These were outfits he had never seen before, and various styles.

Half-revealed.

Fully revealed.

Conservative type.

Gentle type.

Charming type.

Winking, leg-lifting, kissing, dynamic light waves...

Hoo hoo hoo!

In less than a quarter of an hour, Jiraiya was still immersed, and the genjutsu had already disappeared.

And Satoru was no longer there.

"I didn't expect there to be such a knowledgeable person. I'm definitely getting that genjutsu."

Jiraiya was extremely excited.

Many of these outfits he had never seen before, which meant that Satoru's genjutsu just now wasn't a guiding type, but rather created based on his own experiences.

Sure enough, just as he thought, this person is also a kindred spirit.

...

If Satoru knew he thought that, he would definitely correct his thinking.

He, Satoru, is a proper man, a very ordinary man.

And very honest.

Those were all accumulated from his previous life; in this life, he is an honest person.

But he didn't know, at this moment, he was on his way to the Analysis Team.

"Why is Jiraiya back at this time?"

Satoru was truly surprised to encounter Jiraiya just now.

He had originally thought that he wouldn't encounter Jiraiya until Naruto grew up.

After all, Jiraiya was always out gathering intelligence and searching for the Child of Prophecy.

He rarely returned to Konoha.

And there shouldn't be any major events recently. Could it be that he caused some butterfly effect, and the plot changed?

He couldn't help but ponder.

This is very possible, after all, although he said he didn't change any major events, he was idle and liked to tease children.

Moreover, his position is also high-ranking, so the butterfly effect caused by this, if it really happens, would be very significant.

For example, without him, the original Analysis Team's tasks would be different, and this would have a huge impact.

And he had even gone to the Hidden Rain Village to gather intelligence and fought with Pain.

He also wondered if it had anything to do with this.

Or perhaps Itachi did something outside?

Or what did Orochimaru do?

“What, you want to learn one-handed hand signs?”

Satoru was stunned when he heard his dad’s words.

What kind of talent do you have? Don't you know?

Even Kakashi, with his talent, can't do one-handed hand signs. Aren't you dreaming a little too big?

“Can't you do it? As your dad, I can definitely do it too.” Hiroshi said, “You are my child.”

If you can do it, so can I.

He had long seen Satoru perform one-handed hand signs, and he was stunned back then.

For example, Bathing Figure Technique, Broom Figure Technique, and so on, are all usually one-handed hand signs.

He was very shocked back then, thinking his son was truly remarkable.

At that time, he was just a retired Ninja who yearned for the Ninja life.

But so many years have passed, and he even has grandchildren. Seeing his son perform one-handed hand signs is as common as eating and drinking.

He felt that as Satoru's dad, this was definitely not a problem.

He definitely had this kind of talent.

He completely forgot his qualities from when he was a Ninja.

Satoru touched his chin upon hearing this: “It doesn't seem impossible.”

He had considered using Pupil Setting Hand to create a fake hand for his dad, given his inconvenience with one hand.

He just didn't do it because he was afraid his dad would still want to be a Ninja.

These years, through his research on Chakra.

He gained a deep understanding of Chakra, making it even more impossible to give him a fake hand.

Ultimately, Pupil Setting Hand is also a type of Ninjutsu, requiring Chakra consumption.

He couldn't maintain the Chakra constantly.

If his dad were to maintain it with Chakra, it would be like Kakashi's Sharingan, requiring constant Chakra refinement.

Hiroshi hasn't been a Ninja for over ten years; his mental and physical energy have both declined. It's even more impossible for him to maintain this; their family doesn't have the genes for massive Chakra.

This would put a burden on his body.

Hiroshi is already 45 years old. If it weren't for his research into Genjutsu of Phantoms all these years, using Ninjutsu and secret medicines to nourish his family's bodies, Hiroshi would probably be too weak to work.

But under his care, his body is still in excellent shape.

“Then it's settled. Let's start now.” Hiroshi was full of ambition.

For his grandchildren, he would just get a little more tired.

He would also relive the feeling of being a Ninja.

“Hmm, I'll prepare a bit,” Satoru said.

If he could teach the young, he could also teach the old.

…

Leaving a Shadow Clone to help in the shop, Satoru took his dad and the children away.

On the giant eagle, three generations were carried, flying towards a mountain peak.

Slowly descending.

This was a quiet mountain peak, where the wind gently blew, giving a sense of peace.

On the other side of the peak was a towering cliff.

“Hey, I'm just learning hand signs and Ninjutsu. Why are you flying me so far?” Hiroshi looked at the surrounding scenery and felt pleased.

And he even brought his two grandchildren.

“Is Grandpa going to learn Ninjutsu too?” Tenyu asked.

Hiroshi raised his head: “What, looking down on Grandpa? Back then, Grandpa was classmates with Konoha's White Fang. If I hadn't been careless and taken a stab, I could have earned the title of Konoha's Green Fang.”

At the same time, he winked at Satoru, telling him not to let him lose face.

“Yes, yes, yes, you almost became Konoha's Black Fang.” Satoru was speechless.

So, my love for bragging is inherited from you.

Konoha's Green Fang, why not Black Flash?

“Grandpa is amazing.”

Tenyu and Maki exchanged glances and praised him.

“Ninja Essential Handbook,” Page 102, Child Psychology.

There is no exclusive psychology for men; child psychology is men's psychology.

It says that as long as you praise him, whether true or false, he will be very happy.

At home, only Mom and Grandpa can control Dad, so they learned very diligently.

“That's right.”

Hiroshi beamed.

Indeed, his decision was correct.

“Hurry up and start. I can't wait.”

Thinking about being able to wash dishes and sweep the floor with Ninjutsu in the future, why hadn't he thought of it sooner?

“Alright, let's assign tasks to Tenyu and Maki first.”

Satoru immediately saw what these two little ones were thinking.

He hadn't planted Ninjutsu, but he still knew.

He was already very familiar with their temperaments.

However, this kind of exploratory desire is quite important for children, and he didn't force them into any specific development.

Anyway, if they can't be Ninja, they can still inherit Ichiraku Ramen.

They are already training staff, and locations are being selected.

Then he assigned the two little ones the same training that Ibara Keisen and his group had done: balancing leaves on their heads, concentrating Chakra, to train their Chakra control and focus.

He didn't make the two children do any seemingly dangerous training in front of his dad.

Then he formed hand signs with both hands, and tree-branch-like nerves flashed in his hands, planting a seal on Hiroshi's body.

Rumble!

He set up a transmission barrier and a cooperating transmission barrier around them.

“Alright, Dad, just review all the Ninja knowledge you've learned in the past, Ninjutsu by Ninjutsu.

I will assist you.”

Satoru sat in the centre of the barrier, maintaining the hand sign posture with both hands.

This technique was a direct application of the proxy certificate.

Clearer, more understandable.

Combined with the specially developed barrier, the effect was stronger.

Unlike the method which took over ten days to create and could only be used once.

This method could continue until his Chakra ran out, or Hiroshi's Chakra ran out.

“I told you to teach me one-handed hand signs, what are you doing?”

Hiroshi was confused.

But he still did as his son said.

Ah, how do you make hand signs with one hand?

He imagined the days of making hand signs in the past, and the familiar Transformation Jutsu suddenly flooded his mind.

The Transformation Jutsu, which should have been mostly forgotten, constantly appeared in his mind, along with various analyses.

The method of using two-handed hand signs, and the ideas for one-handed hand signs, continuously surged from his mind.

“This is?”

Hiroshi was deeply shocked.

He was indeed smart; he could think of so many things without being taught. It turns out I really do have talent.

“Dad, stop daydreaming, just practice!”

Satoru felt his emotions and was utterly speechless.

At such an old age, have some self-awareness, okay?

“Hmph, I know, don't treat me like a child.”

Hiroshi instantly understood that this was the effect of his son's Ninjutsu.

Besides shock, there was still shock.

To be able to develop such Ninjutsu, worthy of being my descendant.

Then he, too, couldn't wait and began his one-handed hand sign training.

Drip!

The Chakra in Satoru's body continuously flowed out, and the insights in his mind were also continuously transmitted.

Sweat dripped from his face.

Unlike the first version of the proxy certificate, which could only provide his own combat experience in a mental space and disappeared after the technique ended.

This current technique was truly transmitting insights, utilising new neural research.

To allow others to gain insights, one must understand their body in all aspects, as well as their nervous system.

During the casting process, Hiroshi's brain would connect with his nerves.

So Satoru was under a lot of pressure.

Because he had to process Hiroshi's own insights during the formation of those insights, and then return them to his mind.

Ultimately, this would form Hiroshi's own insights, not his temporary insights.

Temporary insights don't gain experience.

“Damn it, last-minute preparation is indeed not what a Ninja should do.”

Satoru regretted it; this was too tiring.

If willpower were useful, his father wouldn't have…

Neji clenched his fists upon hearing this, not asking any further questions.

Satoru sensed his emotional fluctuations and knew he hadn't moved him. He really didn't have the talent for talk no jutsu.

Professional matters should be left to professionals!

Then he continued to answer questions from others.

Young people truly have all sorts of dreams, and it made Satoru feel that vibrant, energetic sensation once again.

This kind of power was indeed comforting.

No wonder he still preferred to hang out with young people.

It seemed he was truly getting old, already reminiscing about youth!

Even though he was only 24, it might be because he had children!

...

While Satoru was finding amusement in Konoha.

Mount Myōboku.

An old man with white hair, an oil-character forehead protector, and wooden clogs stood before a giant toad.

The giant toad wore a necklace with the character 'oil' written on it.

"Gamamaru-sama, why have you summoned me?"

Jiraiya looked up at the toad before him.

Every summons from the Great Toad Sage meant something big was happening.

"I had another dream yesterday. A variable has appeared in the Ninja World, but it's a good thing for the Ninja World.

It will make my predictions for the future even more effective.

I summoned you this time to tell you not to be affected by this variable."

Gamamaru spoke.

It had been over a thousand years, and this was the first time he had had another prophetic dream again in such a short period.

Moreover, the appearance of this variable had not destroyed the Ninja World; instead, it made the path of the Child of Prophecy smoother.

It brought benefits against the possible reabsorption of natural energy by the Divine Tree and the destruction of the world.

So, he was in a good mood and couldn't wait to share it with Jiraiya.

"Is that so? That's truly wonderful," Jiraiya laughed.

Is the path of the Child of Prophecy becoming smoother? That was truly good news.

However, what needed to be done still had to be done.

...

Hiss hiss~

In a dark base, a blue python was saying something to Orochimaru.

Orochimaru heard it and let out an interested smile: "Heh heh, I'll believe you this once. Otherwise, I'll definitely drag you out of the Pure Land and beat you up."

He hoped his plan would truly succeed, otherwise, it would be too uninteresting.

Then he looked at the test subject behind him. His Ninjutsu had been completely formed, now he just awaited the right moment.

And he no longer wore the black cloak with red clouds.

...

Swish swish!

Several figures appeared on the ten fingers, each distinct.

"Have you found Orochimaru, everyone?"

Pain looked at the others.

"That guy, like a bug, disappears if you're not careful and can't be found.

Otherwise, he would definitely be a good collection."

"My intelligence network hasn't found him either. He's even better at hiding than a grasshopper," said the Ninja with a Hidden Mist Village forehead protector and a scar on his face.

"Zetsu, do you have any news?" Pain looked at the intelligence 담당.

Zetsu shook his head: "As expected of the most cunning guy among the Sannin. He's probably hiding in some small country conducting experiments."

"Do your best to gather information on him. He knows too much about Akatsuki's intelligence."

What Pain worried about was Orochimaru's way of doing things; no one knew what he might do.

At the same time, he glanced at Uchiha Itachi, not expecting that the man who had once almost killed him would be dealt with by this newcomer.

An extraordinary ability.

Meanwhile, Itachi remained expressionless.

...

Konoha.

Ichiraku Ramen.

It was bustling inside at the moment.

Teuchi and Ayame were busy, and even Hiroshi was helping out.

There were also two little ones assisting.

"Darn it, why do we have to work too? Mom, you're employing child labour, and that's not good!" Tenyu cried out tearfully while washing dishes.

Maki was the same, complaining: "It's all your fault for that terrible idea; now we can't stop at all."

Ever since Satoru became a popular figure in Konoha, Ichiraku Ramen's business had been getting better and better.

Months had passed, and there was no sign of it slowing down.

"Grandson, don't talk nonsense. Satoru just made me famous for a bit; my craftsmanship is the reason it hasn't stopped.

These are all repeat customers, alright? It proves my superb craftsmanship, your grandpa's!"

Teuchi immediately got upset when he heard his grandson's words.

"Haha, indeed," Hiroshi laughed.

Ichiraku Ramen's popularity was mainly due to its craftsmanship.

Satoru's popularity was only temporary.

"Stop chatting! Hurry up! Table five needs another bowl of tonkotsu ramen!" Ayame's voice came again.

"Yes."

Tenyu and Maki exchanged glances, their eyes filled with despair.

They were at an age for mischief outside, yet they had to wash dishes. It was too infuriating.

"If only we could grow up faster, then we'd have enough Chakra to perform the Bathing Figure Technique!"

Tenyu thought of his dad; Ninjutsu was really useful!

As long as he used Chakra, these bowls would wash themselves immediately. It was truly amazing.

He had never wanted to be a Ninja so badly.

Now he really wanted to.

Maki pouted: "I also want to grow up faster! Darn Dad, why didn't you have us earlier?

Then we'd be grown up now and could use Ninjutsu."

Hiroshi watched their conversation.

Originally, their parents had discussed letting the two little ones experience work every day.

To let them understand the hardship of work, so they would work harder when they grew up.

But Hiroshi, as a grandfather, already felt heartbroken.

That scoundrel Satoru, to come up with such a terrible idea! Where was the love I gave you back then? Why didn't you inherit it, and now you want to make my grandchildren suffer?

Suddenly, he also thought of an idea.

He was a Ninja from the same era as Konoha's White Fang, just that he had a cut on his hand.

He could still use Chakra.

He had long known that Satoru could form hand signs with one hand, maybe he could too.

Then doing housework and such would be simple.

Yes, that's what he'd do.

"Tenyu, Maki, take a break. Let Grandpa do it." Thinking this, Hiroshi felt sorry for the two little ones who had been working for ten minutes.

He told them to rest.

Ayame also had reservations about her husband's idea and nodded to them.

To make them work at such a young age, her husband was too irresponsible.

"Thank you, Grandpa! Thank you, Mom! Thank you, Grandpa!"

The two children immediately thanked them very politely and then ran to the back of the shop to rest.

When they confirmed that their mom and the others were working, they smiled.

"Maki, your idea is great! How did you know that doing this would make Mom and them let us rest?" Tenyu asked Maki.

"Idiot, Dad's 'Ninja Essential Codex' records a lot of things.

I found it quite interesting, so I tried to learn a bit, and it actually worked!

Information gathering and using information are so useful!"

Maki was delighted. It was indeed the Ninja Essential Codex.

Naruto didn't learn it back then; he truly didn't know what he was missing.

"Is that so? Then it seems I have to learn it too. It looks pretty simple anyway," Tenyu said, determined to learn it.

Then using it on his dad would be the right thing to do.

“Those who believe in miracles are as great as miracles themselves. Haha, I also believe in miracles.”

Hiruzen Sarutobi stood outside the classroom, a gratified smile on his face as he listened to Satoru’s words.

Miracles, huh?

He left with a smile.

Satoru’s abilities were as reassuring as ever.

...

“Those who believe in miracles are as great as miracles themselves.”

Rock Lee kept muttering his teacher’s words.

Although what the teacher had just told was only a story, this sentence made him feel filled with power.

A vibrant, forward-moving power.

Perhaps he could, as his teacher said, believe in miracles.

No, he should believe even more in the miracles that could be achieved through effort, not just fantasy.

His dream of becoming an excellent Ninja without Ninjutsu became a little firmer.

...

“Those who believe in miracles are as great as miracles themselves.”

Hyuga Neji was stunned by these words.

What a longed-for power! Even he could feel the vibrant strength within those words.

However, if one believed in miracles, the Hyuga's Caged Bird would also trap those miracles.

Miracles were great, but there were absolutely no miracles in the world; what the teacher said was just a story after all.

He looked at the other students in the class and found that they, like Lee, had that hopeful glow on their faces.

This sentence could indeed touch one's heart and give power.

But, it did not include him.

...

Satoru was very satisfied with their expressions.

When he heard that sentence back then, he was also full of passion, at the same age.

“Haha, although that was just a story, among the people I know, there is indeed someone who became an excellent Ninja by relying solely on Taijutsu.”

Finally, he added another layer to strengthen the power of that sentence.

As soon as this sentence came out, the students were stunned again.

There really was such a person?

“That’s right, he is the Mighty Green Beast of Konoha, who became an excellent Jonin through hard work.

He is a very reliable man in Konoha, second only to me.”

Satoru said.

“Really, teacher?” Rock Lee raised his hand and shouted.

This was too important for him.

“Yes, although he is very busy because he is too excellent, you might encounter him if you are out shopping.

He has a bowl cut, wears a green jumpsuit, and is a man who loves to train hard.”

Satoru said.

Might Guy was indeed very busy; you could tell his excellence from the original work, as he was always on missions at critical moments.

Unlike Kakashi, who would always end up in the hospital at critical moments.

In reality, he was even busier, busier than Satoru, the leader of the Analysis Team.

Since becoming a Jonin, Might Guy had almost annually undertaken one or two S-rank missions, as well as various A-rank missions, practically receiving missions until his hands were sore.

“Bowl cut, jumpsuit, loves to train.” Rock Lee muttered.

He wrote it down.

His heart exploded with excitement; it turned out there really was someone in Konoha who became a Jonin by relying on Taijutsu.

A Jonin must be an excellent Ninja; he had also studied this.

Hyuga Neji looked at Satoru with his Byakugan and saw no micro-expressions of lying on his face.

It seemed Satoru was right; there really was such a person.

But he only said there was only one, right? That was even fewer than the people of their Hyuga main family, so there could be no miracle.

“Ahem, but he became an excellent Ninja relying on Taijutsu, but his theoretical grades, when he was studying, were also above average, you know.

That is to say, you can be biased in Ninjutsu, Taijutsu, or Genjutsu, but you absolutely cannot be biased in studying.

That is one of the reasons he became an excellent Ninja.”

Might Guy’s theoretical grades were similar to his when they were in school.

Uninformed people could easily be misled by his outward appearance.

“The Mighty Green Beast of Konoha, what a fierce title.”

“Is he someone like Lady Tsunade, or Captain Satoru?”

“He should be someone like Copy Ninja Kakashi.”

There really were such Ninja, the classroom was abuzz with discussion.

This was truly outside their system of knowledge.

Having heard stories and legends, they were all very excited.

This class was much more interesting than those taught by other teachers.

“Um, teacher, it’s my turn to ask. I also want to become a powerful female Ninja like Lady Tsunade.

How do I do it?”

The girl with two buns in her hair, hearing the teacher’s answer to Lee, also raised her hand curiously and asked.

Her goal was to become a powerful female Ninja like Lady Tsunade.

It would be even better if the teacher had better direction.

The other girls, hearing this, also looked expectantly at Satoru.

Lady Tsunade was their idol.

When they played Ninja games before, they all wanted to be Tsunade.

Captain Satoru, his words must be credible, if there was a way, that would be truly great.

“Good question, it’s still the same as what Rock Lee asked just now.

As long as you believe in miracles and work hard for them,

let alone Tsunade, it’s no problem for you to even surpass the First Hokage.”

Satoru exaggerated.

In terms of lifespan, it was still possible.

The First Hokage only lived for a few years; without Chakra, they could easily surpass him.

The previous words had already increased credibility, so now he could just brag.

Anyway, for children, it was just hoping they had a goal, and there was no harm.

“We will work hard to become powerful female Ninjass like Lady Tsunade.”

“Captain Satoru, you mustn’t lie to us.”

“By the way, why is it called Captain Satoru? Is it because he became a captain?”

Tenten sat back down after getting her answer.

Satoru was very satisfied.

“Teacher, what do you think destiny is, and can destiny be changed?”

Although Hyuga Neji felt that the teacher only wanted to boost the students’ confidence, he still couldn’t hold back and wanted to know the teacher’s view on destiny.

Satoru asked, “Why ask such a profound thing? Is it that thing on your head?”

He knew that he would answer easily; Hyuga Neji might not even waver a bit; he wasn't Naruto and didn't have talk-no-Jutsu.

Nor did he have Naruto's vibrant power that yearned for sunlight even when living in darkness.

He couldn't infect people.

Especially smart people like Neji.

Or rather, even if he used psychology, it would be impossible to solve.

Because the facts that happened to Hyuga Neji would not change.

It was just to lighten Naruto’s burden later.

To make his talk-no-Jutsu easier later.

Neji’s eyes changed upon hearing this, his face exceptionally ferocious as he stared intently at him.

“Don’t look at me like that, I know about your clan’s affairs.

Back to your question, what is destiny?

So-called ‘destiny’ is an objective limitation that cannot be surpassed even after objective effort.

One must do their best to know their destiny, and destiny is not entirely predestined.”

Satoru still believed in destiny, otherwise he wouldn’t be here.

Also, the Toad Sage’s prophecy was a type of destiny.

“There’s another saying, destiny is merely the boring self-gratification of the defeated, the excuse of the timid.

Our future can only be decided by our will and our own efforts.”

The meaning in his words was that, no matter which one, it could be decided by oneself.

Ninja School classroom.

"Rock Lee, if you can't use Ninjutsu, you definitely won't even become a Ninja, let alone an excellent Ninja.

Give up." A classmate said.

"Indeed, if you can't use Ninjutsu, how will you fight others?

Everyone knows Taijutsu, so you'll have so many fewer methods than others."

"Hahaha, Rock Lee is too naive."

"Only a genius like Neji can become an excellent Ninja."

When the classmates heard Rock Lee's question, they all spoke up.

It wasn't that they were mocking him, but that there was no suspense.

For the same Ninja, you know Taijutsu, others also know Taijutsu, but others have so many more methods than you; the gap is too large.

"Naive, a predetermined fate will not change because of your thoughts."

Hyuga Neji heard his thoughts and disdained them.

Those who can become excellent Ninja are destined to be so.

Someone like Rock Lee, whose Chakra control ability is too poor, is destined by fate not to have the talent to become a Ninja.

Just like his father, who was born a little later, was destined to be a scapegoat.

It's destined, everything is destined.

Rock Lee ignored his classmates' words and instead looked intently at Satoru.

He wanted to get an answer from him.

"Haha, that's a good question, Rock Lee. Can someone who can't use Ninjutsu become a Ninja?

The answer is yes."

Satoru said with a smile.

"The teacher is lying, we've never heard of anyone who became an excellent Ninja just by relying on Taijutsu."

"Exactly, the Teacher is lying."

Most students didn't believe him.

Only Rock Lee's eyes gradually brightened, and he wanted to hear the teacher's opinion.

Hyuga Neji believed he had seen through Satoru's thoughts, that he just didn't want to discourage anyone.

"I'm not lying, let me tell you a story," Satoru said.

The classroom quieted down; they wanted to hear what kind of story it was.

"Once upon a time, in the distant Land of Stars, there was a Taijutsu Ninja named Nameless.

When he was young, his country was controlled by the Black Flag Group of the Land of Stars.

They created a star hero, Dragon, to swindle money from the common people.

And Nameless was one such child who admired Dragon.

One time, when Dragon was trading with the Black Flag Group, he was discovered by the still-young Nameless.

And Nameless was also discovered by the Black Flag Group…"

The students were immediately drawn into the story; setting aside everything else, the story was quite good.

When they heard that Nameless had been discovered, they even became worried.

Rock Lee also listened intently.

"Just as Nameless was about to be killed, Dragon blocked the Black Flag Group's persecution of Nameless.

And Dragon himself was just an ordinary person, not a Ninja.

The Black Flag Group, seeing that Dragon was out of control,

exposed the Dragon's secret in front of everyone.

It turned out that Dragon's heroic legends were all fabricated, and everyone had been deceived.

Dragon was tied up in the most populous place in the Land of Stars, and everyone threw eggs, trash, and whatever else at this deceiver,

spitting on his actions…"

Whoosh!

The students were completely engrossed.

The hateful Black Flag Group, deserved to die.

"Finally, Nameless came before Dragon and asked him why, why he lied to him, why he did that?

Dragon said that he had done too many bad things, and Nameless was like his long-lost brother,

So he wanted to uphold the will that belonged only to himself in his heart,

and let Nameless live well, carrying his smile, and find his own will."

"What happened in the end?"

"In the end, Nameless took over Dragon's name and became Dragon II.

To solve the Black Flag Group's persecution of his country,

He tried every method to learn the power of the Ninja.

His Chakra control wasn't good either, but he wasn't discouraged.

He did it; he created an earth-shattering Taijutsu,

which was also the Taijutsu promoted by Dragon I when he was a star.

This technique is called the Eight Extremes Heaven.

To create this Taijutsu, Dragon II went through unimaginable hardships.

The development of this Taijutsu made him endure training his body without any resources,

in places full of volcanoes, barren lands, deserts, oceans…

Ultimately, he saved the Land of Stars with Taijutsu and destroyed the Black Flag Group.

This is how a Taijutsu Ninja can also become an excellent Ninja."

Satoru slowly explained to them.

Rock Lee's eyes grew brighter the more he listened; so there was a strong Taijutsu Ninja.

To be able to save a country, wasn't that like a Hokage?

"Teacher, your story is very good, but it's just a story; it's impossible to become an excellent Ninja by relying solely on Taijutsu."

"Yeah, it's just a story. Teacher still wants to lie to us; we're not three-year-olds anymore."

"How can there be such Taijutsu? Without any resources, you'd starve to death."

The classmates' words made Rock Lee's expression fall again.

Yes, it was just a story.

"Childish." Neji, after listening, only felt it was childish.

In such an environment, it was simply impossible to become an excellent Ninja.

Whether it was the oppression of the Black Flag Group or the process of developing Taijutsu.

Since they controlled the country, they couldn't let you learn the power to overthrow them.

Developing Taijutsu is the same; Chakra is a combination of spiritual energy and physical energy, and spiritual energy can only be accumulated through various experiences.

It's simply impossible to complete.

A Ninja's Taijutsu also requires Chakra; this is fundamental.

That's why Neji felt it was childish; perhaps only someone like Rock Lee, who doesn't believe in fate, would believe such a thing!

He looked at Lee's serious, then downcast, expression.

It's useless, no matter how good the story is, predetermined fate cannot be changed.

"Do you all think this is just a story, and that I'm lying to you?" Satoru said with a smile.

"Yes."

"Very good, learning to question is also one of the necessary conditions for becoming an excellent Ninja."

Regarding this, Satoru felt it was a good thing.

If any random story could deceive a group of Ninja academy cadets from a military school, that would be a bad thing.

There must have been some who were deceived, that's for sure.

But most were unbelieving, questioning.

After all, even among official Ninja, there are plenty of fools, let alone a group of children.

And Rock Lee became even more despondent; so it really was a made-up story.

Could it be that Ninja who can't use Ninjutsu can only be excellent in human-made stories?

He couldn't help but doubt.

"But there's one more thing I haven't told you yet.

Actually, this story, condensed, is just one sentence:

People who believe in miracles are as great as miracles themselves.

When you believe in miracles, you are already a candidate for an excellent Ninja, regardless of whether you have the potential to use Ninjutsu."

Satoru told them.

He was serious about this point.

When you believe in miracles, no matter what desperate situation, you will find a way to overcome it, and then there will be a glimmer of hope.

Not believing in miracles is like his past self, thinking that he had no ability at all and just letting things be.

Completely missing that tiny chance.

And this point is very important for Ninja.

The next day.

Ninja School, fifth grade.

The students were bustling.

“Next class is Iruka-sensei’s Q&A session, and it will be taught by Iruka-sensei’s teacher,” a student whispered.

“Q&A session?

I wonder what good it is. Can it make me a Ninja?”

“Didn’t Iruka-sensei say that any question can be asked, and he will answer them for us?

Iruka-sensei was taught by him.”

“Is it that bandaged man?”

The fifth-grade students already knew what Iruka-sensei’s teacher looked like, and he had become famous a few months ago.

Originally, they disliked him, after all, he developed the Fire of Eight Fragrances.

But a few months ago, they heard he could take a Ninjutsu to the face, and they were very curious.

What kind of thick skin could withstand a Ninjutsu?

“Captain Satoru, I must ask him if one can become an excellent Ninja without Ninjutsu.”

A young boy with a small braid was full of questions.

His ideas had never been acknowledged.

He sincerely hoped that Konoha’s powerful Ninja could answer his doubts.

This was an opportunity.

Even Iruka-sensei couldn’t guarantee whether one could become an excellent Ninja without Ninjutsu.

He only told him not to give up hope.

Beside him, a young boy with Byakugan propped his hands on the table, looking expressionlessly towards the door.

His predetermined fate made him like a walking corpse, with only a trace of unwillingness giving him the motivation to live.

So he hadn't prepared any questions; he was just attending class for the sake of attending class.

Thump, thump, thump!

Just as the students were chatting happily, a man walked in from outside.

He wore a Ninja vest and had bandages wrapped around his head. Just by walking in, everyone felt their skin stimulated.

There was a powerful sense of oppression.

“Wow, he feels so strong!”

“Yeah, I feel goosebumps rising.”

“As expected of the man even Uchiha Itachi fears.”

“He’s so cool.”

Byakugan: Open.

Neji simply didn’t believe anyone could exert such a powerful oppressive feeling with just their aura, even causing skin reactions.

Indeed.

In the air, an endless stream of Chakra covered the entire classroom.

And the source was that man.

“A guy who likes to draw attention,” Neji commented in his mind.

At the same time, he was also very powerful. His Chakra reserves alone far exceeded most Jonin he had seen.

The braided boy felt this sensation, his eyes brightening: “He’s so strong, he must know…”

He felt that Satoru could give him the answer.

Too strong.

Stronger than all the teachers at the school.

He hadn't felt this way even when facing the Third Hokage.

He looked at his skin, seeing it covered in dense goosebumps.

...

Satoru sensed Neji’s Byakugan and immediately removed his defensive Ninjutsu.

He was afraid Neji would be counterattacked by the Ninjutsu and have his mind overloaded by the information.

He walked to the podium, facing everyone present.

He had applied to the Third Hokage to come to the Ninja School periodically to give ideological lessons.

The Third Hokage had always been doing this.

Facing his application, and trusting that his ideology was sound, the Third Hokage approved it directly.

However, Satoru believed more that his efficiency in completing missions was too high, and the Third Hokage couldn't bear to see him too idle.

So he just agreed casually.

“Hello everyone, I am Satoru. Next, I will answer your questions. You can ask about anything.

I believe many of you know me, and some might even want to beat me up after becoming a Ninja. You are welcome to try.”

Satoru introduced himself.

“Hello, teacher.”

The students dared not speak carelessly. Captain Satoru was Iruka-sensei’s teacher, so his Genjutsu must be much stronger than Iruka-sensei’s.

Moreover, when Iruka-sensei used Genjutsu, he would call them out individually, which had a precursor, allowing them to use the Throat Guarding Technique in advance.

This one wouldn't.

They were already in fifth grade, and their study of the Ninja profession was already deep, so they knew the difference between having information and not having information.

And the strong feeling from when he just walked in made them not dare to be presumptuous.

Satoru was very satisfied. His Ninjutsu just now was perfectly executed. He truly was a genius in the field of education.

“Alright, then it’s class time. Since this is a Q&A class,

If anyone has any questions, please raise your hand,” Satoru quickly got to the point.

Just as Kakashi thought, he was here to relieve stress.

He was tired of transforming into the Red Flash; he no longer had that feeling of unrestrainedness in front of an audience, so he changed his approach.

Life is about experiencing different things to keep one's spirits active.

If every day is repetitive, then life is too bland.

Satoru had always thought this way.

Besides raising children and researching Ninjutsu, he still had to find other things to do.

Even Orochimaru, while researching, would wander around picking up children!

“Me, me, I want to ask how to become a Hokage.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a child immediately raised his hand and asked him a question.

A very… common question.

The other students also pricked up their ears.

Many people's dream was this.

Satoru gave him an appreciative look and smiled: “This question should ideally be answered by Hokage-sama, as I’ve never been Hokage myself.

However, I can offer an idea:

That is to become stronger, to become Konoha’s strongest.”

“Become stronger, teacher, that’s too broad, how does one become stronger?” the student continued to ask.

Who doesn't know that if you're stronger than the Hokage, you can become the Hokage!

“By studying, just like what you are doing now, studying every day,

deeply studying the various basic Ninjutsu taught at the Ninja School, as well as all the different subjects.

No matter which aspect, you become a leader in it.

Slowly, you will become stronger and stronger,” Satoru said.

“It’s not that easy. The intelligence class alone has hundreds of branches, not to mention Ninjutsu…”

This was the thought of all the students.

“That’s why there have only been a few Hokage throughout the years, so, students, you must work hard,” Satoru said with a smile.

“Next.”

“Teacher, I like Orchid from the class next door. How do I win her over?”

“…”

Upon this question, everyone looked at him with disdain.

Unexpectedly.

“That’s an excellent question, student. I am a professional in this area. Let me tell you…” Satoru spoke eloquently.

“How amazing! The teacher even knows about dating.”

“My turn, my turn! I want to ask if a Ninja can fly. I usually see birds flying,

And I often think, how nice it would be to soar freely in the sky, free every day.”

“Of course, you can. I take my child out for a spin every day.”

“Wow, that’s great! I must become a Ninja.”

Satoru had a wide range of knowledge, and he answered every one of their wild questions.

But there was one core principle: he affirmed their questions.

He never discouraged them, allowing them to maintain an enthusiastic heart.

“Teacher, I am Rock Lee. I want to ask if one can become an excellent Ninja without Ninjutsu?” Rock Lee raised his hand and asked Satoru.

He looked at the teacher with a mix of anticipation and apprehension.

"Inuzuka Kiba, winner."

Seeing this, Iruka announced Sasuke's practical failure once again.

After Kiba stopped, Uchiha Sasuke used the Rope Escape Technique to break free, looking at Kiba with some unwillingness.

Just a little bit, only a little bit.

He hadn't expected Kiba's Clone Technique wasn't to deceive him, but to block his line of sight.

The Sharingan has dynamic vision, but not X-ray vision; if something is blocking it, it naturally can't see the object behind it.

He noted this flaw. With this experience, he would absolutely not be defeated by such a small trick next time.

"Ah~ Sasuke lost again! Kiba, you guy, can't you just let Sasuke win?"

"Exactly! You've won so many times already."

Ino, Sakura, and other girls shouted at Kiba.

Their male god lost again and again, making them grit their teeth at Inuzuka Kiba.

Of course, some liked Kiba, and they started arguing with Sasuke's fans.

Inuzuka Kiba exited the battle arena and landed next to Hinata, avoiding that group of infatuated women.

At the same time, he also felt pressure.

Ever since Sasuke awakened his Sharingan, his progress has been too fast.

Especially in taijutsu and the absorption of combat experience. With those eyes, his ability to capture anything is incredibly strong, it's simply outrageous.

Much more useful than his nose.

If this continues, won't he be surpassed by Sasuke?

Inuzuka Kiba pondered, he couldn't let him surpass him, otherwise, wouldn't all his years of hard study be in vain?

He was a man who was going to become Hokage.

Woof~

Looking at Akamaru at his feet, Kiba picked him up and placed him on his head.

It was just a spar, so there was no need for Akamaru to participate; it was just testing the waters.

"Damn you, Kiba, you stole the spotlight again."

Naruto walked up to him, clenching his fists, looking unconvinced.

Every time the spotlight was stolen by Sasuke and Kiba, it made him explode with frustration.

"Spotlight? That's earned through effort. If you don't work hard enough, you naturally won't get any spotlight."

Kiba taunted.

In his opinion, Naruto was the epitome of laziness.

After studying for so long, he couldn't even fully release a single Clone Technique. There was no other reason besides laziness.

After all, the Ninja School teachers had no problems with their teaching.

"Kiba... Naruto-kun... is very... diligent..."

Hinata, hearing Kiba speak of Naruto that way, couldn't help but blush and whisper.

Only she, who paid attention to Naruto, knew how hard he worked.

Aside from being mischievous, he often practised taijutsu and Ninjutsu outside.

"Exactly! How could I be lazy?" Naruto gnashed his teeth.

To improve, he had even consulted Grandpa Third, but for some reason, Ninjutsu like the Clone Technique were very difficult for him to use.

He practised every day.

"And I've already developed a new Ninjutsu! When you encounter me next time, I'll definitely show you how powerful I am."

Under the pressure from Kiba and Sasuke, everyone, including Naruto, started to push themselves.

His new Ninjutsu was finally completed recently, and it would definitely defeat Sasuke and Kiba.

He had already defeated several adults with this move.

"Is that so? You still say you're not lazy, and you want to be Hokage?"

"Ninjutsu might be about talent, but theoretical classes can't be about talent, right?"

"They are all simple things."

Kiba teased Naruto.

At this, neither Naruto himself nor Hinata, who was beside him, could say anything.

Naruto indeed disliked theoretical classes.

"What are theoretical classes? Even if my theory isn't good, I can still become very strong."

Naruto pouted and mumbled.

"Don't you know?

"Being Hokage doesn't necessarily require combat power, but theory is essential."

Inuzuka Kiba mercilessly crushed his lazy notion.

"Impossible!" Naruto exclaimed in surprise upon hearing this.

"This is what a Jonin said. Except for the First, the Second, Third, and Fourth Hokage were all kings of theoretical knowledge.

"Every one of them was a knowledgeable genius, which is why they could become Hokage."

Inuzuka Kiba continued.

He wanted to become such a person, a knowledgeable genius.

"Hmph, I don't believe you. As long as I become very strong, I can still become Hokage."

Naruto simply didn't believe it.

In his heart, the Hokage was the strongest person in the Village.

And Kiba, that guy, had always been his competitor for Hokage, so he must be trying to discourage him.

"Next, Nara Shikamaru, Akimichi Choji."

"I surrender."

"Eh?"

"No way, Shikamaru, you fight! Otherwise, I'll fight you!"

Iruka looked at Shikamaru's laziness, his eyes blazing.

It seems he needs to consult a teacher. Fire of Eight Fragrances is no longer effective.

Now it can only be used to train the Throat Guarding Technique of young children; it's completely impractical.

...

Ninja School.

Second floor.

"Yo, that young man looks a lot like you, Might Guy." Satoru looked out the window at a young man on the training ground.

At this moment, that young man had already finished the teacher's training.

And was doing extra practice on his own.

"He's a diligent child, but I'm still a bit more handsome."

Might Guy looked at the child diligently training below; he admired him greatly.

But in terms of style, he was still a bit more charming.

However, if he were given a set of light, breathable, elastic green tights, it would certainly suit him well.

"You were like that back then too, often training diligently by yourself when your classmates were resting.

"I admired you greatly then; aside from your poor fashion sense, you were truly a man full of masculine charm."

Satoru chuckled.

He thought of acorns.

"Bastard! Only your fashion sense is bad! My fashion sense is the most charming clothing in Konoha's history!

"It also has a great auxiliary effect for training; it's practically essential attire for a Ninja!"

Might Guy disagreed with his view, sticking to his own philosophy.

"You guys are so boring. Did you invite me here just to talk about this?" Kakashi, hands in his pockets, looked at the vibrant young people below.

He didn't have many school memories; he just remembered his classmates' names thanks to his excellent talent.

Except for Might Guy, that guy.

However, looking at this situation, his youthful mindset indeed made him miss out on a lot.

"Otherwise, let's talk about your marriage problems. You're both 24, and you still haven't found girlfriends. I'm really worried about you two!

"My child will be going to school next year, and I wanted to make a match with your children.

"It seems there's no chance now, sigh!"

Satoru said, showing his disappointment.

The upturned corners of his mouth revealed his boasting.

Click.

"Might Guy, how about we team up and beat him up?"

"I think we can, Kakashi. It's been a long time since we fought side by side."

The two looked at Satoru, their eyes sparkling.

"Forget it, forget it, I won't talk about you guys anymore. It's truly lonely.

"Konoha's decline in the future will definitely be due to your inaction." Satoru sighed.

Click.

"Haha, never mind. I suddenly feel like giving a lecture to the students.

"I'll go apply first."

Satoru laughed, suddenly wanting to brag.

Whoosh!

"Lecture?" Might Guy scratched his head.

"Hmm, that guy, I heard he likes to educate children on a whim.

"Perhaps it's to relieve the pressure from missions!"

Kakashi also didn't understand why Satoru liked to do this, but he speculated it was to relieve psychological pressure.

Just like he read Make-Out Paradise.

Above the ocean.

A giant eagle soared, and on its back stood Satoru, his hands clasped behind him, his eyes gazing at the sea below.

"Water training, after Inuzuka Kiba, it's finally time for others to experience this."

And the ones experiencing his training were, naturally, his two children, already five years old.

Tenyu and Maki.

Some time had passed since the Uchiha clan's destruction, and he had returned to a normal life.

However, his bandages had been removed and were lying in his Ninja tool pouch.

He would use them when needed.

Sigh, being handsome is also a hassle!

Below, in terms of talent for balance and perception, his two children were even stronger than Inuzuka Kiba.

A few months ago, he had taught his two children Chakra extraction, and now they could extract it while moving.

He was very satisfied that they had inherited his talent for perception.

And their physical talent also seemed pretty good.

They were both excellent Ninja prospects.

"Yo-ho!"

"This is so much fun!"

Listening to the cheers from the two below, Satoru also sighed, remarking that they were quite brave.

Back then, Inuzuka Kiba had cried his eyes out.

Tenyu and Maki stood on surfboards, feeling the rush of the big waves, occasionally riding up giant waves and smiling happily at the crest.

They showed no fear at all looking at the blue and black ocean below.

Because they knew that below, the giant whale summoned by their dad was waiting for them to fall.

Even so, falling would be unpleasant; they would tumble underwater for a while before the giant whale would rescue them.

It was a lesson for them.

They had completed the Heaven's Descent training; this was their second step of training.

They had courage from a young age.

Although as they grew older and knew more, their fears intensified.

After confirming there were no issues, Satoru took out a piece of wood from his Ninja tool pouch.

He formed a complex hand seal, and tree branch-shaped lines extended from his right hand, immersing into the wood.

At that very moment, his mind was flooded with various information about the wood: its structure, age, decay time, fibre structure, and more.

"No matter what, after such a long period of research, there are finally results."

If his previous Genjutsu, Pupil Setting Hand, and weather Ninjutsu were considered conventional Ninjutsu, then once this Jutsu was completed, it would be a trump card similar to Earth Release: Planetary Devastation, Shinigami Seal, or All-Killing Ash Bones.

Although this Jutsu had only been developed to a small degree.

It now combines Yin Release nature transformation, Pupil Setting Hand, Mind Reading Technique, and neurological knowledge.

It could utilise the Yin Release's nature transformation of creating form from nothingness, extending the nerves within his body outwards like the Shadow Imitation Technique, to invade the inside of living beings or objects and read their information.

This was not a simple Yin Release Ninjutsu, but a combination of countless knowledge, the crystallisation of his, Satoru's, wisdom.

It would also be his core Ninjutsu in the future.

When this Ninjutsu was performed, the surface of the object would appear in a tree branch-like form, but internally, it would already be covered by his nerves.

Nerves are very tiny things.

The current shortcomings were also very obvious: long hand seal time, short duration, the brain's inability to process the excessive information brought by nerve invasion, which would trigger the body's protective mechanism, the need for touch, and various other problems.

But it was still a good Ninjutsu.

His next research would be to overcome these shortcomings, and then continue to incorporate other knowledge.

The second step of his plan was to use the first step's ability to solve his problem of not having enough Chakra.

"However, it's better to solve these shortcomings first, otherwise, it still can't be used in battle, it can only be used for research!"

Satoru sighed, this Jutsu was indeed the most difficult Ninjutsu to develop in his imagination.

Even so, with just this small achievement, he estimated that he would not hesitate to exchange it with Orochimaru for the Reanimation Jutsu.

This was a true scientific divine technique.

"Oh, ah~"

Tenyu's loud shout came from below, and he perceived it.

He had fallen again.

...

Ninja School.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Inuzuka Kiba casually flicked his hand, and five Shuriken flew towards Sasuke, while simultaneously forming hand seals.

Sasuke's Sharingan opened, and he also threw Shuriken.

His powerful dynamic vision allowed him to clearly see Kiba's trajectory.

Clang! Clang!

The Shuriken attack failed, but Kiba was not discouraged.

He rushed forward with Piercing Fang.

"Go, Sasuke."

"Sasuke, go."

Outside the combat arena, many girls cheered for Sasuke.

"What incredible talent, I didn't expect that Sasuke, who awakened his eye at the age of eight, still couldn't defeat Kiba."

Mizuki looked at the battle, which was indistinguishable from a Genin fight, with eyes full of envy.

Why did he have no clan, why did he have no talent?

That way, he wouldn't have to be just an ordinary teacher at the school.

Even Iruka's position at the school was getting higher and higher; he was now a homeroom teacher.

He managed several classes.

Iruka didn't notice his gaze, but smiled, saying, "These two children are indeed very diligent. I feel that Kiba has driven him on; he wasn't this diligent before."

This was true.

Since enrollment, Kiba had always been the top student in the school, whether in theory or practice.

At only nine years old, he was already completely on par with Iruka when he had just graduated.

If it weren't for peacetime, Kiba could have graduated early.

And Kiba's diligence also put a lot of pressure on others, after all, he wasn't like Sakura, who was just a theoretical top student and quiet.

Kiba was very flamboyant.

Like a catfish, he made others work hard, otherwise, being mocked by Kiba and those trying to catch up to Kiba would be very unpleasant.

Sasuke was the same; originally, when he met Kiba, he worked very hard to surpass him.

After the clan destruction incident, he studied late into the night and worked even harder.

The entire class, under Kiba's influence, was already the best-performing class in the fourth grade.

There were 8 classes in the fourth grade.

"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique."

Just then, Sasuke formed a hand seal, puffed out his cheeks, and a burst of flame erupted.

Iruka had already prepared his Chakra, ready to intervene at any moment.

He hadn't expected Sasuke to be able to use such Ninjutsu at this age.

"Too naive."

Inuzuka Kiba's Four Legs Technique allowed him to escape the Fireball's attack range, and he continuously changed direction as Sasuke adjusted his aim.

Woof~

Akamaru barked outside for him, saying he definitely wouldn't let him lose, or it would be too embarrassing.

"How could I possibly lose?"

As Kiba ran, illusions suddenly appeared around him.

Clone Technique.

How could Sasuke fall for such a simple Jutsu? After realising the Great Fireball Technique was useless, he immediately stopped the Chakra supply, pulled out Shuriken, and threw them.

With the dynamic vision of the Sharingan and the ability to see Chakra, how could he not distinguish a simple Clone Technique?

He threw several projectiles at Kiba's real body.

"You fell for it."

Kiba grinned, and from behind the clones, a Kunai with Iron Wire shot out, instantly entangling Sasuke.

With a sniff of his nose, he dodged Sasuke's projectiles, and even the Shadow Shuriken trap hidden beneath his Shuriken didn't hit him.

Whoosh!

Satoru didn't bother with what happened next.

He was now part of the pursuit team, and ostensibly, he had already gone to pursue Uchiha Itachi, so he hid in the Konoha Hospital and began to read medical books.

Especially books on neurology.

Regarding the 'Ten Years Series' and the envisioned Ninjutsu, there had been small advancements in the past two years.

However, it was more difficult than he had imagined.

Now, he needed to delve deeper into neurological knowledge and apply Yin Release to the nervous system, with too many intersecting and complementary elements, even making his intelligent mind overwhelmed.

This Ninjutsu would utilise all the Yin Release abilities he had learned so far, including Pupil Setting Hand, Mind Reading Technique, Genjutsu, and the nature transformation of deceiving weather, etc.

It was a comprehensive development based on neurological knowledge.

Too many things were involved, and even if he felt his Yin Release talent was unparalleled in the world, he couldn't complete it in a short time.

"Well, I can only take it one step at a time; the Fourth Shinobi World War wasn't formed in a day."

...

"Wow, why did Dad suddenly become famous?"

Tenyu was speechless hearing the villagers praise his father.

Suddenly, their father became famous, becoming one of Konoha's few great masters.

Maki, with her hair tied in a small ponytail, held a gourd candy and licked it: "Ah, Dad has to go on a mission again. He clearly said he would teach us Chakra extraction during this time."

They were now over four years old, almost five, and it was agreed a while ago that they could learn Chakra.

They also wanted to run on walls and smash boulders with their fists.

Naruto could already jump really high, and they were incredibly envious.

"No, this is a great opportunity. I think I can talk to Mom and promote it to make our Ichiraku Ramen even more famous."

Tenyu felt it was a good chance; with a little promotion, his grandfather's shop would definitely become a hit.

Then he could get more pocket money.

Recently, he had his eye on a huge Wind Demon Shuriken model toy that he wanted to buy.

His sister also liked a crystal Kunai.

"Brother, you're so smart. Let's go to Grandpa's place."

Maki praised her brother's wisdom.

...

"Bad Uncle, Satoru, the captain of the pursuit team."

Sasuke stopped in his tracks as he walked down the street, hearing the residents' conversations.

The more he listened, the more he gritted his teeth.

Only he could kill that man.

And after awakening his Sharingan, he truly felt its power; Satoru couldn't possibly be Itachi's opponent.

As for the residents' boasts about him taking on the Raikage and Tsuchikage's Ninjutsu head-on, anyone with a bit of Ninja knowledge knew it was impossible.

Let alone Ninjutsu, he couldn't even block a Kunai thrust.

So, Satoru going to pursue Itachi would only result in his death.

He arrived by the Naka River.

Bang ~ Bang ~ ~ ~

He threw pebbles into the river, contemplating his next training arrangements.

Now, he didn't want to hear any more nonsense about the pursuit team chasing and then being counter-killed by Itachi; he just wanted to become stronger.

Then kill him.

And on the riverbank above, Naruto passed by, watching Sasuke venting at the river.

His blue eyes stopped and looked at him for a moment.

He felt that at this moment, Sasuke had a strange similarity to him.

"Hey, Sasuke, aren't you training today?

I secretly trained all day, you know. Next test, my score will definitely be better than yours."

Naruto shouted.

The familiar voice made Sasuke turn around, looking at Naruto waving at him: "Dead last, impossible."

Sasuke looked down on Naruto's learning ability, but Naruto was right; even the last was diligently training, so what was he doing here?

How could he get stronger like this?

"What? You're dead last! Mine is just temporary. Next time, I'll show you how good I am!" Naruto broke down and roared.

"Boring."

Sasuke turned and left.

"What's wrong with him?" Naruto was puzzled.

Looking at Sasuke's back, he felt a bit strange. What was wrong with Sasuke today?

And he had even skipped class earlier; that was Sasuke's first time skipping class.

...

Konoha's propaganda was clearly effective.

The negative impact of the Uchiha's destruction was quickly suppressed.

And Satoru had become quite famous; some children didn't even know about the Uchiha clan's annihilation, only that Konoha had another famous person.

The previous one was Copy Ninja Kakashi.

And the self-proclaimed Azure Beast.

As for Danzo Shimura, he completely disappeared from the Konoha Ninja.

Many Ninjas emerged from Root, some joining Anbu, and some integrating into the Konoha system.

The Konoha Military Police Force was also back online.

The Defence Force's emblem changed to a Konoha shape.

The first supreme leader was a Jonin from the Hyuga Clan.

Everything returned to normal, as if the existence or non-existence of the Uchiha did not affect Konoha's normal operation.

Only Uchiha Sasuke, passing by the Defence Force, looked at the unfamiliar emblem with a complex expression.

...

"Itachi, you've been declared a rogue Ninja by Konoha. The person leading the pursuit team is quite troublesome.

You should be careful if you encounter him."

Zetsu returned with intelligence, looking at the new member of Akatsuki, and warned him.

"Hmm, who is it?"

Itachi was expressionless; his forehead protector now had a scratch on it.

It symbolised his status as a rogue Ninja.

He also wore the black Akatsuki robe with red clouds.

"Someone called Captain Satoru. I think you should be quite familiar with him," Zetsu said with a smile.

According to his intelligence, Satoru had once carried out missions with Itachi, so they should be quite familiar.

"Oh, is that so? Then it is indeed a bit troublesome."

Itachi glanced at him upon hearing this.

Zetsu was a bit surprised: "Only a bit troublesome? That's someone our leader almost lost to!"

What a confident man.

Just like that man.

"I know his personality; he won't pursue me," Itachi had his own judgment.

"What's the next mission?"

Zetsu could only smile upon hearing this: "It seems you have a way to deal with him. A companion's betrayal is indeed the most terrifying.

The next mission is underground in the Land of Birds. The commission is very high.

Your mission is to complete it perfectly."

Currently, Akatsuki's plan was still to raise funds and collect missions from surrounding small countries,

Breaking the monopoly of the Five Great Shinobi Countries and transforming the small countries' reliance on the large Ninja villages into reliance on the Akatsuki Organisation.

For the same missions, Akatsuki's commission fees were lower than Konoha's and others.

Making it more appealing to the smaller countries.

Moreover, the Akatsuki Organisation's efficiency and completion rate had never failed.

Currently, a few countries have already adjusted their mission posting locations from the Five Great Shinobi Countries to the Akatsuki Organisation.

"Be careful. This assassination target is a noble in the Land of Birds.

The security is tight, but I believe in your and Biwa Jūzō's abilities,

You will definitely complete it perfectly."

"Understood."

Itachi didn't say much, but took the mission information Zetsu handed him.

"Alright, Seishimon, so you're the one who ruined my reputation!" Satoru said sinisterly.

"No, no, I just spread the title of Captain Satoru, I didn't ruin your reputation." Seishimon was embarrassed; the main character appeared right after he spoke.

Wait a minute, wasn't the Captain supposed to lead the pursuit team to bring Uchiha Itachi to justice?

Why is he still in the Village?

"Speaking of which, it makes me angry. Ninjutsu: Fire of Eight Fragrances: Amplified Version."

Satoru didn't like the feeling of being chuunibyou, especially the embarrassing kind.

Now it's fine; everyone can call him Captain Satoru.

So he rewarded Seishimon with an amplified version of the Genjutsu.

As he accumulated knowledge in various fields like Ninjutsu and Genjutsu, even if it wasn't his primary research direction, his other abilities would passively grow.

Ugh~

Seishimon's mouth felt nauseous in less than a second.

Various flavours merged in his mouth, giving birth to new ones, and these new flavours combined into even newer ones.

His left brain could no longer analyse the excessive taste information and simply shut down, causing his body to have an adverse reaction, almost making him vomit bitter water instantly.

Satoru also timely dispelled the Genjutsu.

Even so, Seishimon's tears streamed down. It wasn't because it tasted bad; his mouth had no taste at all now.

Instead, it was the excessive flavours that caused his body's protective mechanism to shut down, a purely natural physical reaction.

Dokuro watched, cold sweat pouring down. Luckily, he hadn't said anything wrong just now.

Satoru's Genjutsu was becoming more and more terrifying.

"Hmph, let's see if you dare to badmouth your superior behind his back," Satoru snorted.

However, this move also surprised him. Looking at the situation now, its effect in combat is not small!

It's extremely fast and won't give the enemy time to dispel the Genjutsu; they can only guard against it before being hit.

Otherwise, they can only accept the left brain disconnecting from sending signals to the body.

It was originally just a sudden inspiration from his years of accumulated knowledge, and he didn't expect it to bear fruit unintentionally.

Don't think it seems to have little effect; in fact, its effect is enormous.

What he unconsciously used just now was medical knowledge he had learned from Konoha Hospital.

In medicine, the left brain is mainly responsible for logical understanding, memory, time, language, classification, logical analysis, writing, reasoning, smell, touch, and taste.

Therefore, the left cerebral hemisphere is the left brain, which can be called the conscious brain, academic brain, and language brain.

If one overloads the left brain from one aspect, it can disconnect its ability to analyse, reason, and logically understand, which is fatal for a Ninja.

Losing the ability to analyse, wouldn't that be a lamb waiting to be slaughtered?

A Kunai could take his life.

"I won't dare anymore, I won't dare anymore," Seishimon complained bitterly.

However, he quickly found that the state had disappeared, and he was only dry heaving.

Looking at the tears on the ground, it was clear that his body had indeed experienced an adverse reaction just now.

Satoru saw it and realised that as long as the Genjutsu was dispelled, the left brain would quickly reconnect with the body and take over the body again.

He silently kept it in mind.

"Hmm, I heard your wife is about to give birth. How is it? Have you checked if it's a boy or a girl?" Satoru asked.

Seishimon was lucky; he really found a wife and followed in his footsteps.

He truly was his former teammate and current subordinate.

Kakashi, Might Guy, Aoba Yamashiro... these guys are still single dogs, simply disgracing their generation.

"We haven't checked. My wife said that no matter if it's a boy or a girl, we'll raise them well.

It's better to leave it as a surprise."

When Seishimon mentioned his wife, his bitter face instantly disappeared, and he chuckled.

At the same time, his gaze fell on Captain Dokuro. Among them, only he and Satoru had wives and children, and he was proud.

Dokuro clenched his fists and said fiercely, "You, what kind of look is that? If only I had the squad leader's methods, I'd definitely make you try it too."

Is it that he doesn't want to marry a wife?

That's not right; the Analysis Team's work isn't busy now, so why can't I find a wife?

Dokuro suspected himself, wondering if there was something wrong with his sexual orientation.

Seishimon chuckled.

"Alright, Squad Leader, is there something you need?"

Dokuro knew some information. The squad leader was now Konoha's artificial hero and should be hiding, making the villagers think he was pursuing Uchiha Itachi.

However,

He looked at Satoru's face again. Removing that bandage was also a method.

"I came to know if the bodies of the Uchiha Clan are handled by the Analysis Team or by someone else," Satoru said.

Since he bore such a huge karma, he had to get something back.

So he wanted to see if the Anbu handled it or if it was assigned to the Analysis Team.

However, he didn't have much confidence.

Indeed.

Dokuro said, "The Uchiha matter was entirely handled by the Anbu. The bodies and everything else were also handled by the Anbu and were not transferred to the Analysis Team or the Medical Department."

Under normal procedures, whether it's the bodies of villagers or enemies,

They would be processed by the Medical Department's Body Disposal Unit or the Analysis Team.

Either destroy various secret medicine components, Chakra residue, and Ninjutsu traces on their own people's bodies.

Or perform various analyses on the bodies of enemies or their own people.

No need to mention enemies; it's to uncover their secrets.

For their own people, it's natural to uncover information on how the enemy killed them.

"Anbu, huh? Then forget it. I wanted to analyse and see how much Uchiha Itachi's abilities have improved to be able to wipe out the Uchiha, to get a clear understanding."

Satoru heard this and didn't care.

It's better if there is, but he won't be disheartened if there isn't.

The Uchiha's abilities are strong, and his methods are not weak.

It's just for reference and to compensate for his ruined reputation.

Things handled by the Anbu are beyond the control of other departments.

...

In front of the Memorial Stone.

Countless Ninja, dressed in black, stood by to pay respects to the Uchiha Clan.

With so many people dead, it was natural to put on a show.

Led by the Third Hokage, one by one, the Ninja placed chrysanthemums as a sign of respect.

When a person dies, their sins are scattered.

No matter how radical the Uchiha people were before, or if they had rebellious acts against the Village,

Since they have passed away, there's nothing more to say.

Only one young boy stood silently in front of the Memorial Stone.

He watched as people paid their respects to their clan elders.

His fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes held confusion.

Dead, all dead.

The whole world seemed to have only him left.

Endless loneliness was born from nothingness.

It was about to cover all of Sasuke's thoughts.

His whole body exuded a deathly aura.

Until a flame surged within his heart, removing all the deathly stillness.

Sasuke's eyes became firm.

Konoha Main Street.

“I heard the Uchiha Clan was annihilated?”

“Yeah, that’s great, I was fed up with them a long time ago.”

“But, if such a large clan can be wiped out, aren’t we even more unsafe?”

“Maybe they did too many wicked things; this is their retribution.”

“No, I need to go to the Capital of the Land of Fire to avoid the limelight. What if Konoha can’t protect us? Then wouldn’t we be in great danger?”

“That makes sense. I can’t believe even Konoha isn’t safe anymore. Sigh!”

“What are you talking about? It was just trusting their own people too much that led to this tragedy. Hokage has already dispatched elite teams to pursue them.”

“That’s a man who can slaughter a clan. Who can kill him?”

“It’s Team Leader Satoru of the Analysis Team. He made great contributions in the Third Shinobi World War, and in these years of peace, he’s done several crucial things. With him taking action this time, even Uchiha Itachi can only flee.”

“Really? Why haven’t I heard of him before? Quick, tell me, what has he done?”

“I heard he read especially important intelligence for Konoha; he’s an elite of the intelligence department. Moreover, he once developed a barrier that could protect all of Konoha. I heard Hokage-sama said that Team Leader Satoru spent a great deal of effort learning barrier ninjutsu to deal with a disaster like the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox. It was completed several years ago to guard against such a situation, and with Team Leader Satoru’s improvements over the years, even another Nine-Tailed attack wouldn’t cause damage.”

“That amazing?”

“Naturally. I heard Copy Ninja Kakashi often loses to him, and even the Third Hokage praised him endlessly!”

“Then can he defeat Uchiha Itachi?”

“Ha, you don’t know, do you? Konoha Jonin Hayama guaranteed it. Back then, Uchiha Itachi was tormented by Team Leader Satoru, so even if he grew up, he probably wouldn’t dare face Team Leader Satoru, right?”

“So that’s how it is!”

Messages circulated among the residents, vividly showcasing Satoru’s diligent efforts and his meritorious deeds for Konoha.

The stories were so exaggerated that they were almost divine, as if Uchiha Itachi had already been captured.

His appearance was also spread.

A man whose entire face, except for his mouth, was covered in bandages.

Some residents heard that when he was 11 years old and on the battlefield, he fought against the current Fourth Raikage of Hidden Cloud Village and was electrocuted by Lightning Release due to a slight misstep, which is why his face was covered in bandages.

Other residents heard that during a battle with Ōnoki, the Tsuchikage of Iwagakure, he used his face to block the opponent’s Dust Release, resulting in indelible scars on his face.

Even more absurd stories circulated:

He was so handsome that he was besieged by girls and kissed until his skin peeled, forcing him to cover his face to prevent further harassment.

Crack!

As Satoru walked down the street, listening to those absurd rumours, his fists clenched, making cracking sounds.

“Konoha’s propaganda department is too unreliable, how can such news be spread?”

He never thought, he assumed he would have a glorious and upright image, like the Fourth Hokage.

But the stories were more absurd than the last.

If he could block Dust Release with his face at 11 years old, even an Ōtsutsuki would be slapped to death by him.

On the street, someone saw Satoru and their eyes lit up.

An unmarried girl immediately approached, wanting him to be her boyfriend.

Because Satoru’s reputation had been severely damaged, he had already removed the bandages from his head, revealing his striking white hair, cerulean misty eyes, and handsome face.

This face, except for the one time he dealt with Pain, had rarely been shown to the outside world.

He only removed the bandages when he was with Ayame and at home.

Wearing them or not wearing them, both were troubles.

Especially these women, they were simply outrageous.

He had already told them he had a wife and children, yet they still pressed on.

He had no choice but to use his Body Flicker Technique to disappear from their sight.

“Eh, where did that handsome guy go?”

“I don’t know, he just suddenly disappeared.”

“No, I must find him. I can be a concubine.”

…

“Let me tell you, my teacher back then was Team Leader Satoru, and I even learned one of his unique techniques, hehe.”

In an izakaya, Mibu Shinobi boasted to his colleague while looking at a photo on the wall.

His teacher had achieved great success, and he felt honoured.

“Really?” his colleague asked in surprise.

“Of course, keep it low-key, low-key,” Mibu Shinobi said with a grin, waving his hand.

“Then do you think Team Leader Satoru can defeat Uchiha Itachi?”

Team Leader Satoru, a title that had spread from who knows where, had become Satoru’s nickname, just like the Sannin and Yellow Flash.

“Definitely.”

“You’re too confident. You know Uchiha Itachi is a Uchiha with the Sharingan! And he’s a genius, becoming an Anbu squad leader at thirteen. Now, add another achievement: he slaughtered the entire Uchiha Clan. You know the Uchiha Clan had many Jonin and countless Chunin.”

“Hmph, what about the Sharingan? Against my teacher, he’s bound to lose. Why did he choose to exterminate the clan when my teacher wasn’t in the Village? It’s because he was afraid of my teacher.”

Mibu Shinobi was very confident in Satoru.

Even learning just a half-finished Pupil Setting Hand from his teacher had saved him a lot of trouble on missions, which showed how capable his teacher was.

“I see,” his colleague suddenly realised.

He also recognised Satoru's strength.

…

Analysis Team.

“Seishimon, how dare you?” Dokuro looked at Seishimon, full of surprise.

“You mean that Team Leader Satoru thing? Why wouldn’t I dare? I’ve made a name for Team Leader Satoru, and we’ve been calling him that privately for so long. As long as the whole Village knows, we can say it openly from now on.”

Seishimon chuckled.

It turned out that the title of Team Leader Satoru was spread by him.

He certainly wouldn't miss such a good opportunity.

“You’d better pray for yourself. Team Leader Satoru is very petty,” Dokuro told him.

That’s right, Satoru was very petty about certain things.

All the colleagues in the Analysis Team knew it.

For example, if you called him Team Leader Satoru and he heard you, you never knew when you’d be subjected to his pranks.

For this reason, they didn’t know how many times they had eaten Satoru’s Fire of Eight Fragrances.

Dokuro was also very proud that Satoru had grown up under him. Now, he was not only the team leader but also a very powerful individual.

This reminded him of Satoru’s naive appearance during the Third Shinobi World War, and his talent for learning the Mind Reading Technique in less than half a day.

He never expected him to hide so much and do so many things in Konoha.

Now, he was even going to be a key member in the pursuit of Uchiha Itachi.

If he weren’t a member of the intelligence department, Dokuro would even suspect that the Third Hokage was no match for Satoru.

There were some things Seishimon didn’t know, but he did.

The guy who was currently doting on his wife every day, even showing off to him that his child was about to be born, Seishimon, his mind was no longer on work.

“No fear, I’ve already captured his appearance pattern. He definitely won’t know it was me who spread it.”

Seishimon said confidently.

“Is that so?”

Behind him, Satoru tapped his shoulder and said coldly.

Hokage meeting.

Gulp.

"No, why are you all looking at me?" Satoru felt their gazes, and his heart skipped a beat.

He regretted teasing Might Guy.

He said anxiously, "I think Might Guy is very suitable to be Konoha's hero. He's capable, optimistic, hardworking, and has merits. He's simply the best candidate for Konoha's hero."

"Satoru, I didn't expect you to think so highly of me.

I've decided, I won't be this hero; I'll let you do it.

Next time, I definitely won't give in to you."

Upon hearing this, Might Guy's eyes burst with passionate light, and tears of emotion flowed.

He felt he couldn't take it and must help Satoru become Konoha's hero.

"Kakashi is right, Satoru.

You have the ability, the seniority, and the achievements. I think you're very good.

What do you all think?"

Hiruzen Sarutobi felt this was an excellent idea, but he still wanted to hear what the others thought.

Danzo: "Whether it's ability or achievements, he's ready."

Utatane Koharu also nodded, "Yes, I agree with this proposal."

Homura Mitokado: "I have no objection."

With the four elders of Konoha speaking, the others naturally had no objections and all agreed.

Satoru had excellent popularity in Konoha; he got along well with everyone.

Even people who didn't know him well had heard of this.

"No, no, no, I feel it's too hasty.

I'm just an ordinary person. No matter how you look at it, Kakashi is more suitable.

Copy Ninja Kakashi is more suited to be a hero."

Satoru quickly refused.

Damn it, how did it turn to him?

Kakashi: "No... I'm not suitable, because I'm already very famous, which is not good for attracting attention. You are the best candidate."

Raido Namiashi: "I remember when you introduced yourself in school, your dream was to follow Senior Inoichi Yamanaka and contribute to Konoha. Now is the time."

Ibara Keisen cheered him on: "Go, Teacher."

Inoichi Yamanaka patted his shoulder: "This is a rare opportunity; I wish I had it!"

Satoru was speechless upon hearing this. If you want it, why don't you volunteer? But everyone favoured him, and he was also a staunch supporter of the Will of Fire in public.

Naturally, he couldn't object.

"How about we try another way to divert attention?" Satoru cautiously suggested.

He really didn't want to be a hero; being a hero is very difficult, except for a certain bald man.

"It's decided then, and we need to resolve it quickly. Everyone speaks freely on how to minimise the impact of the clan annihilation incident on residents."

Hiruzen Sarutobi made the decision.

However, the specific implementation still needs discussion.

The plan was not difficult. Hiruzen Sarutobi and the other four elders were already masters at it, and they all agreed on Satoru, showing great unity.

With a strategist like Nara Shikaku, a plan was discussed in no time.

Only Satoru looked up at the sky in silence, unable to participate at all.

This Jonin, this Analysis Team leader, was practically useless.

But fortunately, he had a trick up his sleeve; the bandages he had worn for over a decade finally served their true purpose.

The plan was simple.

The threat of the incident originated from Uchiha Itachi.

Konoha would publicise his achievements and record, and he would be appointed as the captain of the pursuit unit to hunt down Uchiha Itachi.

But this was for publicity; he wouldn't actually be sent to hunt him down.

Because Hiruzen Sarutobi knew that Itachi, who could resolve the entire Uchiha, must have awakened the legendary power of the Sharingan, making it impossible for a single team to defeat him.

Mainly, Itachi's intelligence, combat experience, and so on, were all top-notch.

With such power assisting him, he didn't believe Satoru could handle it.

And... the matters behind the scenes...

So he insisted on the principle of just publicising and not acting.

Their goal was to reassure the residents.

At that time, Satoru would make an appearance, and photos would be taken for Konoha's propaganda team.

And he had always worn bandages, except occasionally, making his features very distinctive.

"Now I can only live in Konoha with my true face revealed!

Fortunately, I am wise and brilliant, with extraordinary wisdom, and I thought of this when I transmigrated eleven years ago."

Satoru deeply praised his decision from back then.

This was wisdom; indeed, the backup plan he had laid for over a decade was absolutely not an accident.

"Now, for the last matter, which is also very important to Konoha."

After finalising the plan for Satoru, Hiruzen Sarutobi spoke solemnly to everyone.

The others also became serious upon hearing this.

While resolving the issue of Konoha residents' morale was significant, the next matter was directly related to their self-interests.

It was also a crucial step in stabilising Konoha.

Satoru, however, had no mind to think about this; he had already guessed what it was.

"Since only one member of the Uchiha remains, the Konoha Military Police Force exists in name only.

Therefore, the next item is the reconstruction of the Konoha Military Police Force.

Does anyone have good suggestions? Please speak freely." Hiruzen Sarutobi said.

Even though many people disliked the Uchiha Defence Force's enforcement methods, not having a Defence Force was absolutely unacceptable.

The internal stability of Konoha was mostly maintained by the Defence Force.

Only their violent implementation methods were criticised, but their importance was self-evident.

Without a Konoha Defence Force,

Within a few days, thieves might run rampant, and chaos would begin.

Even if it was just a name, with few people, it was acceptable, but it absolutely could not be nonexistent.

This would require much discussion.

Where to recruit personnel for replenishment was a major problem.

And they also needed to be capable.

This was power, and everyone in every clan wanted their own clan to grow stronger.

Places that could provide positions and power were naturally the most controversial.

Everyone wanted to promote their own people.

Not only could they wield power, but they could also provide employment; it was a good profession.

However, none of this concerned Satoru anymore.

He also didn't plan to seek power for his two children. If, under his guidance, they couldn't establish themselves in Konoha's high echelons through their own abilities, they should go back and inherit Teuchi's Ichiraku Ramen.

Lest they lose face outside.

And it was dangerous.

Teuchi was getting older recently, and he might not be able to work and would retire in about ten years.

So Satoru suggested he recruit people to train and open branch stores.

He also didn't mind having more money.

It was also a fallback for his two children.

If they couldn't make a name for themselves as Ninja, they should just obediently become capitalist tycoons.

"Alright, the new Konoha Military Police Force will be implemented tomorrow. We must ensure Konoha doesn't fall into chaos.

Also, Satoru's hero promotion must be put on track.

The Intelligence Department must also control public discussion and prevent it from developing in a negative direction."

While Satoru was deep in thought, the matter had already been discussed and largely settled.

The new Konoha Military Police Force would naturally no longer be the affair of a single clan, and the Defence Force's emblem, the Uchiha clan crest, would be changed to the shape of Konoha.

Entry into the force would be through assessment.

Satoru estimated that, besides Ninja with strong intelligence capabilities, the Inuzuka and Hyuga clans would most likely have the advantage.

"No objections." Danzo's face was gloomy, but he still nodded.

He had somewhat expected this, but was still surprised by Hiruzen Sarutobi's decisiveness.

Hiruzen Sarutobi had not been so decisive before.

It seems the disappearance of a clan has put a lot of psychological pressure on the usually steady Hiruzen.

He was afraid of causing any huge impact on Konoha.

This time he was here to take the blame, and coupled with Hiruzen Sarutobi's usual tolerance towards him, he would be dealt with this time.

The other two Advisors also nodded, thinking this was a good way to handle it.

Danzo was indeed too extreme normally and needed to calm down.

Hiruzen Sarutobi had shifted the blame to Danzo and kicked Danzo out of the centre of power, which satisfied everyone below.

However, the issues that needed to be resolved still had to be resolved.

"So, next is Konoha's security issue.

Due to the Uchiha incident this time, it was clear that the Village's Perception Team's defence was insufficient.

What are your thoughts?"

Hiruzen Sarutobi said to all the high-ranking officials present.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone discussed for a while, and finally, Nara Shikaku suggested strengthening the Perception Team's protective power and adjusting the Perception Barrier to prevent rogue Ninjas like the renegade Uchiha Itachi and Orochimaru from leaking intelligence.

Everyone agreed to this.

This incident made everyone realise Konoha's defence was hollow; even though the expenditure would be greater and the pressure on Konoha higher, the sense of security would be stronger.

"Then the second matter, designate Itachi as an S-rank rogue Ninja, and notify other Villages simultaneously."

This order was to prevent other Villages from using Uchiha Itachi as a pretext to launch a war against Konoha.

An S-rank rogue Ninja can still have a significant impact on the Ninja World.

If there was no prior announcement, it could very likely become the fuse for war later on.

Everyone had no objections to this.

For someone who murdered his parents and wiped out his clan, if the highest rank wasn't S-rank, Itachi would have to be one level higher.

Because of this kind of situation, even among the Ninit ja, it is considered extremely heinous.

The essence of a Ninja is to have blood on their hands and disregard human emotions.

But that is only the war's definition of a Ninja; no one can abandon emotions, and Ninjas are no different.

"Inoichi, how are the Village residents reacting?" Hiruzen Sarutobi asked.

Although he had issued a gag order among the Ninja regarding the Uchiha's extermination, the disappearance of a major clan still made some sensitive people notice clues.

Inoichi Yamanaka reported, "Although everyone hasn't explicitly stated it, according to investigations, everyone who knows about it expresses panic about the matter. A small number of merchants have even withdrawn from Konoha's market, which will cause some negative impacts on Konoha's trade."

"Hokage-sama, this situation is very similar to what happened with my father back then.

It's all about the residents' unease due to not knowing the truth, and something is needed to divert their attention." Kakashi suddenly spoke up and made a suggestion.

Having suffered greatly from it himself, he knew the power of such rumours; this time, it wasn't targeting one person, but the entire Konoha.

If the entire Konoha couldn't protect everyone's safety, then both residents and merchants would go to other, safer places to develop.

And those who had settled down would also experience great inner unease due to this situation.

Even Konoha would find it difficult to bear such an impact.

"You're right, something is indeed needed to divert their attention." Hiruzen Sarutobi nodded.

"So, does anyone have any good suggestions?"

While they were discussing, Satoru had quietly shrunk back.

It was enough to express his thoughts.

He couldn't always be silent.

He was also very skilful in his speech, only saying what everyone wanted to hear, without offering any absurd suggestions.

Putting everything else aside, yelling at Konoha's Four Old Geezers felt really good.

Just then, Kakashi spoke again.

"Hokage-sama, we need a hero, just like the Sannin and the Fourth Generation once were."

During the war back then, the Sannin's fame and the Fourth Generation's succession greatly stabilised Konoha's popular support.

"But who will be the hero?"

A voice silenced everyone present.

The Sannin and Minato Namikaze were all-powerful Ninja who had excelled on the battlefield, and their contributions to Konoha were well-known, making them suitable candidates for heroes.

Of course, now was not about choosing the Fifth Generation to attract attention; it was just about needing a Ninja like the Sannin or White Fang, someone people could admire.

Satoru was also curious; he hadn't seen how Konoha dealt with such issues in the anime.

All he saw was the first point: Itachi being designated an S-rank wanted criminal.

So he didn't know that Konoha still used such an old-fashioned but effective method to solve problems.

In his opinion, this method was very good.

To resolve the impact of one event, there must be another, more explosive piece of news.

This was a good method in his previous life, and in any intelligent world, he believed.

The Ninja World was no exception.

However, he was more curious if Kakashi, in suggesting this, wanted to be a hero himself, just like his father, White Fang.

Anyway, it couldn't be the Ino–Shika–Chō; it wasn't that they lacked achievements and prestige, but that it wasn't suitable.

They also didn't want to hog the limelight.

The so-called century-old dynasty and millennium-old noble families also had similar views in the Ninja World.

Unless necessary, such situations would not occur.

"Hero, Yosh! Then it's time for my Mighty Green Beast of Konoha to make an appearance.

I will definitely be a good hero; I'll do it."

Might Guy immediately gave a thumbs-up upon hearing this, showing his shining white teeth to the high-ranking officials in the meeting.

He firmly believed that his title of Mighty Green Beast could suppress the rumours.

The sense of mission to save Konoha arose in Might Guy's heart, with a firm conviction that it was his inescapable duty.

Looking at his green jumpsuit, and that pose and attire, everyone present felt the tense atmosphere had dissipated.

Satoru laughed: "Might Guy, just forget it. I'm afraid the whole Konoha will be led astray by you, and everyone will put on your jumpsuit."

Just imagining the entire Konoha wearing jumpsuits sent shivers down his spine.

Although he usually used Transformation Jutsu to transform into the mysterious red, he didn't actually like it.

It just gave him a sense of pressure release.

"Damn it, Satoru, are you trying to compete with me for the hero's position?

Since that's the case, I'll be generous this once and allow you to be the hero." Since it was this guy, Satoru, his Mighty Green Beast of Konoha would yield this once, and then he gave Satoru a thumbs-up.

Losing to Satoru again was a bit disheartening, but he acknowledged that Satoru could bear the title of hero.

Swish, swish, swish!

Everyone, including Konoha's Four Old Geezers, turned their gaze to Satoru.

"I think Satoru is good; his contributions to Konoha are also significant," Kakashi suggested.

The others fell into thought.

Satoru, from every perspective, had made enormous contributions to Konoha; with a bit of publicity, he could also be a hero.

Moreover, he was already the Analysis Team leader and had no clan power, so he wouldn't compete with them for power.

Even the Third and Fourth Generations had evaluated him as a man who inherited the Will of Fire.

Hiruzen Sarutobi and the other top leaders highly approved of Kakashi's statement.

Satoru indeed had no weaknesses.

Whether it was his strength, achievements, or personality, all were excellent.

Even Danzo, who had been dismissed from his duties, approved of Satoru recommended by Kakashi.

Because Satoru, in his heart, was not a threat to Konoha.

From the moment he recognised Satoru's abilities, he had already investigated Satoru's entire past.

From childhood to adulthood, there was no possibility of him being anti-Konoha.

Moreover, he now had elders above him and children below him, and his family was very warm, making him the least threatening person to Konoha.

“Huh?”

As Sasuke was about to destroy the figurine, Satoru, who was far away in the Wind Breath Valley of the Land of Fire, still researching whether the Hurricane Celestial Phenomenon had any further possibilities, suddenly felt something being touched.

“This feeling.”

He formed hand seals, and several light dots appeared in the spiritual space deep within his mind.

All of them were concentrated in the direction of Konoha.

One of the light dots was flickering.

“The figurine I made for Sasuke is being violently destroyed?”

All Ninja tools he crafted with his Chakra infused into them had a positioning Ninjutsu placed on them.

He could sense any unusual movements.

The reason why even Uchiha Sasuke had one was simply to keep a backup plan.

From various details like the Third Shinobi World War, the Nine-Tailed incident, and the creator of the Darkness Technique, it was clear that while major events were occurring, many details were different.

He knew that not everything in the Ninja World was exactly as he had seen in the anime.

And like the previous incident with the Hogoromo Clan and Gato, he hadn't expected, before reading the memories, that the guy who could be killed by Zabuza in the original work despite such injuries, would have the courage to wipe out a major clan of the Land of Fire.

So he guessed that many other aspects would also be different.

In his previous life, he knew the timeline of the Hokage was very chaotic, so he kept a backup plan for many things.

Now he was facing the real world, and the timeline would definitely change.

“If he’s destroying the Itachi figurine I made for him, it means the Uchiha Clan massacre happened last night.”

Satoru came outside the Wind Breath Valley, looked at the time outside, and made a judgment in his heart.

As he thought, the timeline and trajectory of all events had changed.

Because in his previous life, Sasuke awakened his Sharingan at seven, and Itachi massacred the clan at thirteen, with a half-year to one-year age difference from reality.

Now Itachi is thirteen, and Sasuke is eight.

So Itachi still massacred the clan at thirteen, and Sasuke's genius level was reduced by one year.

“It’s here.”

Caw!

Just as he was thinking, an eagle swept across the sky.

Finally, it soared above his head.

After Satoru blew a secret signal, the eagle descended from above.

After taking out the letter and deciphering the information with a secret code, Satoru read it carefully.

Indeed.

It was intelligence sent to him by Hiruzen Sarutobi, stating that Uchiha Itachi had massacred his clan and defected last night, with his current whereabouts unknown.

This was to inform him to return and deal with some matters.

It was also to mourn the Uchiha comrades Konoha had lost.

“It seems I’m not yet a true Konoha elder.”

Satoru smiled.

Logically, for such a major event, he should have known before it happened. Even if the Uchiha were in a remote part of Konoha, as the Team Leader of the Analysis Team, he shouldn't have had no news at all.

Knowing the general plot, he still didn't know the Konoha elders' action time.

Or perhaps Danzo and the others were afraid that his surging Will of Fire would disrupt their plans?

However, he didn't care. His Will of Fire was not like Hiruzen's or Jiraiya's; it was very flexible.

His goal in this world had always been to live well and live according to his own ideas.

Occasionally teasing cats, walking dogs, being a nine-to-five worker, and not getting involved in the elders' affairs, was also a good thing.

Anyway, as long as it wasn't about his and his family's safety, at most he would mock them in his heart.

“Does this count as achieving my original dream of transmigration?

Hmm, not quite, only two children.”

Satoru took out the Satoru figurine, used the Pupil Setting Hand Ninjutsu to transform it, and jumped on.

…

Hokage conference.

A huge roar rang out.

“Ridiculous, it’s too ridiculous! To allow a junior to wipe out the Uchiha Clan in Konoha without anyone noticing!

It’s as absurd as Uchiha Madara returning from the Pure Land just to destroy his own clan.

Has Konoha been at peace for too long? Not to mention discovering it beforehand, you shouldn’t only discover it after the Uchiha have been wiped out, right?

Doesn't that mean our Konoha's defences are like an unmanned territory for enemies to enter?”

Satoru stood up and reprimanded Hiruzen Sarutobi, Danzo, and others for their inaction.

His classmates, including Raido Namiashi, Kakashi, and Might Guy, raised their eyebrows upon hearing his roar.

Goodness, openly roaring at Konoha elders during a meeting, you’re very brave!

Other Konoha elders, including Ino–Shika–Chō, were also like this.

Their expressions were also very subtle; only Shikaku's expression was already expected.

But they all agreed with Satoru's words.

Being wiped out in their own territory was inexcusable and also a concern for them.

The annual investment in the Barrier Perception Team had always been a large expense.

The Uchiha Clan being wiped out was not a small matter.

Yet there was no movement at all.

“Teacher is too cool, indeed a person with a firm Will of Fire.” Ibara Keisen looked at his teacher questioning the Hokage, feeling a bit admiring.

He also thought this incident was too big.

Being silently subjected to such a major event was even more serious than the Nine-Tailed incident.

That could be said to be an irresistible force, but this was a human responsibility.

“Indeed, Hokage-sama, Team Leader is right. Konoha's defences shouldn't be breached so easily.”

“This is a huge loophole; we must respond.”

“At the same time, an elite unit must be dispatched to pursue the rogue Ninja Uchiha Itachi, otherwise all Konoha residents might lose their sense of security.”

Not just them, they didn't feel safe either!

So they didn't say anything about Satoru's roar.

Everyone looked at Hiruzen Sarutobi and the others.

Utatane Koharu: “The enemy was very familiar with Konoha’s situation. Before Uchiha Itachi massacred the clan, he had already controlled everyone in the Barrier Perception Team with genjutsu, so we lost monitoring of the entire Konoha.”

Homura Mitokado: “Danzo, all the missions Itachi carried out in Anbu were arranged by you. The exposure of the barrier’s weakness is your undeniable responsibility, isn’t it?”

“No, this responsibility is my fault. It was my mistake to trust Uchiha Shisui and Itachi too much.

Indeed, as the teacher said, they are a clan that cannot control their emotions.

I suggest that the remaining Uchiha Sasuke be handed over to me for handling.” Danzo said expressionlessly.

Regarding Satoru's questioning, the elders showed no intention of shying away from responsibility, taking it all on.

Or rather, Danzo took it on.

He even wanted to take Sasuke back with him.

“Enough, Danzo, Uchiha Sasuke cannot be handed over to you, and this was also your major mistake.

I announce that the Anbu training department led by Danzo is disbanded from today onwards.

Root members will return to being normal Ninja and contribute more to Konoha.

Danzo, do you have any objections?”

Hiruzen Sarutobi expressed appreciation for Satoru's words, then spoke to Danzo.

Night fell.

Pfft!

A nimble figure, without any flashy moves.

He dodged the Shuriken's attack and swung his long blade at his clansmen, as blood continuously gushed from the necks and chests of various individuals.

It made a sizzling sound.

"Itachi, what are you doing?!"

Someone recognised Itachi and shouted at him.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, their eyes filled with anger, trembling as if something was brewing within them.

And responding to him were a pair of ruthless eyes and the slowly rotating three-tomoe Sharingan.

Whoosh!

A Kunai plunged into his chest.

There were also Uchiha Jonin who wanted to stop Uchiha Itachi, but at crucial moments, a figure suddenly appeared behind them, making them misjudge that Itachi was alone, only to be killed by the combined efforts of two individuals.

"Oh my, oh my, we can't let you make too much noise."

The Masked Man said mockingly after he finished his attack.

With a blade in hand, he slashed from south to north.

Uchiha Tong and his grandmother heard the commotion and came out of the house, seeing those indifferent eyes and the corpses on the ground.

A surge of immense anger flooded their hearts, and their eyes angrily activated the Sharingan.

His grandmother was even more enraged; she limped forward, leaning on her cane, and charged, raising her cane to strike Uchiha Itachi: "You bastard, what are you doing?!"

Pfft!

"I'm sorry, Grandma," Itachi whispered to her, his long blade piercing her body.

Sizzle!

Bang!

The long blade was pulled out, blood gushed, and his grandmother fell to the ground.

"Grandma!"

Uchiha Tong roared, looking up, his one-tomoe Sharingan angrily evolving into a two-tomoe.

"You bastard!"

Clang! Clang!

Uchiha Tong picked up the Shuriken from the ground and attacked Uchiha Itachi with a flurry of strikes.

The Shuriken embedded in Itachi's body, slitting his throat.

Only after seeing Itachi fall did Uchiha Tong stop his attack, running to his grandmother's side and wailing loudly.

Then he lost consciousness.

The scene shifted.

After activating his two-tomoe Sharingan, Uchiha Tong remained motionless.

Until Itachi gently came before him and ended his life with a Katana.

That child, filled with obsession, who hadn't yet completed his desire to beat that person, passed away in sorrow.

"What a heartless person, what a terrifying fellow," the Masked Man muttered as he watched the scene.

...

Outside the Uchiha Clan compound.

Countless figures completely sealed off the surroundings, tightly encircling everything within.

Danzo waited quietly.

He couldn't obtain the power of the Rinnegan.

But the Sharingan would be his main power in the future.

...

Thump, thump, thump!

Sasuke walked quickly along the road, his ominous premonition growing stronger.

It made him unable to stop his steps.

When he returned to his clan, all he saw were corpses.

His pupils constricted, and his face was filled with panic and confusion.

"How could this happen?"

With worry and terror, Sasuke quickly walked towards his home; along the way, there was a battlefield of Shuriken and Kunai, and corpses everywhere.

Ninja and ordinary people, all lay in pools of blood.

Thump, thump, thump!

In this situation, his steps became heavy.

The joy of his recent progress in training was completely overridden by terror.

...

"Brother, no, don't kill me."

"Hate me, despise me."

...

On the road outside Konoha.

Uchiha Itachi looked back at Konoha, then quickly left with the Masked Man.

He had no intention of engaging the Konoha pursuit team.

...

"No, brother, don't kill me."

Sasuke woke up from his nightmare; what met his eyes was a white room, and he was lying on a bed.

In front of him, another white figure was tidying something, and hearing his words, she turned her head to look at him.

"You've woken up. Your body is still very weak, so don't move around too much."

This was a hospital nurse, who spoke to Sasuke.

"What... happened to me..." Scenes flashed through Sasuke's mind.

The corpses on the ground, the scene full of Ninja tools, and his brother walking out from in front of his parents.

His brother, who wanted to kill him.

He couldn't believe it was real.

"You, well, you just consumed too much Chakra, leading to physical weakness. You just need to rest for a while and you'll be fine.

Don't overuse Chakra in the future, or it will weaken your body."

The nurse was very gentle and smiled at Sasuke.

"I... was asking what happened to the Uchiha?" Upon hearing this, Sasuke already realised that his experience last night was real.

But he still held a sliver of hope.

"Uchiha?" The nurse's smile also fell upon hearing this: "Uchiha Itachi annihilated the clan and defected from Konoha. You are the last survivor."

Before dawn today, all Ninja in Konoha received the notification that the genius Ninja of the Uchiha, for unknown reasons, annihilated his clan and defected.

She knew Sasuke was not in a good mood and didn't dare to provoke him too much.

"Why... why... why..."

Sasuke sat up, his legs drawn up, his hands wrapped around them, continuously muttering.

The one-tomoe Sharingan appeared in his eyes.

Emotions he had never experienced surged into Sasuke's heart.

He didn't understand why that genius brother, the brother who taught him Ninja knowledge, who carried him home when he was tired, who picked him up from school every day, would do such a thing?

Why did he kill his uncles, aunts, grandmother, and his parents?

Why?

Why?

Why?

His fists clenched tightly.

Besides his confusion about the event, there was an unspeakable terror.

Why didn't he kill him?

Was it so he could live in hatred?

Although Sasuke's emotions were turbulent, he knew that no matter the reason,

The fact that his brother killed everyone in the clan would not change.

The fact that he killed his parents would not change either.

"I will kill him."

His peripheral vision fell on the cabinet beside the bed, where his school bag was placed.

With a sorrowful look, he picked up the bag.

From inside, he took out a figurine, one he had specially spent a lot of money to custom-order from the Bad Uncle, a figurine of his brother.

His eyes were resolute.

He squeezed the figurine tightly in his right hand, wanting to destroy it, to vent the various emotions in his heart.

It remained unmoved.

The figurine showed no deformation at all; it was very sturdy.

He added another hand, using both hands with force, enhanced by Chakra.

It remained unmoved.

The figurine still wasn't damaged, completely intact.

"Hmm? What are you doing?

Take your medicine first."

The nurse brought over a bowl of herbal soup.

Sasuke didn't reply; he pulled out a Kunai from his bag and stabbed it at the figurine.

Pfft!

This time there was a sound, a slight noise, then the Kunai scraped, but the figurine still had no damage whatsoever.

"Damn it."

Sasuke's resolute gaze was now only filled with anger.

And the figurine of Itachi in his hand, with its upturned lips, seemed to mock him, saying, "You are still too weak; you can't even destroy a figurine."

Bang! Bang!

Sasuke angrily threw the figurine away; it hit the wall and bounced to the floor.

The figurine of Itachi's eyes were still looking at him.

"I can't even destroy a figurine, but I won't give up.

One day, I will kill you." Sasuke was enraged by his own weakness.

Then he took the medicine from the nurse and drank it in one gulp.

Only when his body recovered could he resume training, then become stronger and kill him.