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[NSSSG] [ARC-08] Chapter : 267 - Nine-Tails reveal

Tuesday

When the Genius Class students arrived at the Academy’s training ground, they were met with an unexpected sight—
a crowd of white-coated medical ninjas standing in the middle of the field.

“Eh? Why are there so many medical ninja here?” Kiba asked, scratching his head.

“Don’t tell me they’re here for a physical checkup?” Naruto’s eyes widened in alarm. “I’m not getting any shots!”

“If you’re scared of needles, how do you plan on becoming Hokage?” Sasuke said coolly, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“I’m not scared!” Naruto shot back, puffing up his chest. “I’m super strong—I don’t need any shots!”

Sasuke’s mouth twitched.
He couldn’t even argue with that one.
Naruto’s body wasn’t just strong—it was practically inhuman.

“It has nothing to do with us,” Sakura said matter-of-factly. “They’re all here for Kitazawa-sensei.”

“Kitazawa-sensei’s sick?!” Naruto’s face changed instantly, full of concern.

“Use your brain for once,” Shikamaru muttered lazily. “What kind of illness needs that many medical ninja? Besides, Kitazawa-sensei is a medical ninja."

“Oh, right…” Naruto rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Makes sense.”

“You’ll never guess,” Sakura said mysteriously, smiling. “They’re here to attend Kitazawa-sensei’s class—just like us.”

“Huh? Class?”
Naruto, Kiba, and the others all blinked in surprise.

“Could it be about limb regeneration?” Shikamaru asked thoughtfully.

“You’re good at everything except one thing—being too smart,” Sakura pouted. “You ruined my dramatic reveal.”

“That wasn’t hard to guess,” Shikamaru shrugged. “Kitazawa-sensei’s limb regeneration technique has been the talk of Konoha these past few days.”

“Totally,” Yakumo added. “I went sketching yesterday near the east wall, and everyone I passed was gossiping about it.”

“As expected of Kitazawa-sensei!” Naruto said with a look of admiration. “I wanna invent a jutsu everyone in the village talks about too!”

“Keep dreaming,” Sasuke said with a quiet snort. “That’s not something just anyone can do.”

“Creating miracles is part of youth!” Naruto declared, flashing a thumbs-up. “I’ll definitely make it happen!”

“This is youth!” Lee echoed passionately, eyes sparkling. “Naruto, I believe in you!”

“Stop, stop, stop!” Tenten crossed her arms. “Let’s not go down that road again.”
She had a vivid image of the two ending up bawling and hugging again, and decided she’d rather not.

“Kitazawa-sensei is here,” Hinata suddenly said softly.

Everyone’s eyes turned toward the school gate.

A moment later, Kitazawa appeared, walking with his usual composed smile.

But before any of the students could rush over, Nono and the group of medical ninja reached him first.

“Kitazawa-sama.”
The crowd of Medical Ninja surrounded him respectfully.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Kitazawa said with a gentle nod. “Your class will be held in the Genius Class classroom today.”

The Genius Class only used the classroom for theoretical lessons on Mondays.
Every other day was outdoor training, so it was currently empty.

Limb Regeneration was an S-rank Medical Ninjutsu—his plan was to teach the theory first for about a week, then guide them through practice under Nono’s supervision.

“You all go ahead,” Kitazawa said. “I’ll join you shortly.”

“Yes, sir.” Nono took the lead, and the medical ninja followed her away.

As soon as they were gone—

“Kitazawa-sensei!”
Naruto and the others sprinted over.

“Good morning,” Kitazawa greeted with a warm smile, reaching out to pat Hinata gently on the head—she had been sharp enough to secure the front spot again.

“Kitazawa-sensei, are you still gonna teach us too?” Naruto asked eagerly.

“Of course,” Kitazawa said, already guessing what he was worried about. “This Medical Ninja class is just temporary—half a year at most.”

Once one or two Medical Jonin mastered limb regeneration, he could safely step back from direct instruction.

“That’s great!” Naruto sighed in relief.

The others smiled too.
They’d grown used to learning under Kitazawa—his teaching, his calm authority, and the way he always helped them surpass their limits.

And more than that, they’d come to trust him.
Even like him.

Because for all his strength and genius, Kitazawa-sensei was someone who never forgot to smile at them first.

“Kitazawa!”

Kosuke’s voice rang out across the training ground—clearer and more spirited than before.

“Kosuke-senpai.”

Kitazawa turned toward him with a faint smile.
The man before him seemed… lighter. Regaining his left leg had clearly changed him—not just physically, but in spirit. There was a new energy in his movements, a sense of renewal that words couldn’t quite capture.

Standing beside him, Kakashi’s calm expression made the contrast even more striking.

“Alright, everyone. Class is starting.”

Kitazawa clapped his hands once, his tone light yet commanding.
Naruto, Sasuke, and the others quickly took their positions on the field, settling into their training routines.

“Kakashi.”

Kitazawa walked over.

“How’s your progress on the Lightning Release: Kirin?”

Kakashi paused to think, then replied in his usual laid-back tone, “It’s going pretty smoothly. I should have it completed by the end of the week.”

Kitazawa’s lips curved into a proud smile. “Congratulations. S-rank Lightning Release Ninjutsu are rare, even in the entire ninja world.”

“It’s thanks to your guidance.”

Kakashi’s response was calm, but there was quiet sincerity in his voice.

Kitazawa waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t exaggerate. I only gave you a few pointers.”

He patted Kakashi’s shoulder—a simple gesture, but one that caught Kakashi off guard. For a moment, the usually stoic Jonin felt something he hadn’t in a long time: warmth.

“I’ll be teaching in the Genius Class classroom,” Kitazawa said as he turned to leave. “If you need me, you know where to find me.”

With that, he headed toward the Academy building.

Inside, Nono and the other medical ninja were already seated, waiting expectantly. A few of the younger ones flipped through Genius Class textbooks out of boredom.

“Kitazawa-sama.”

The moment he entered, everyone sat up straighter.

“Let’s begin,” Kitazawa said, smiling as he moved to the podium.

It struck him, not without amusement, that apart from Kabuto, everyone in the room was older than he was—yet they all looked at him with genuine respect.

Following the academy schedule, Kitazawa announced a lunch break.

Stepping back onto the training ground, he found the Genius Class students lounging in small groups, eating and chatting in the soft midday light.

The liveliest circle, of course, belonged to Naruto, Hinata, Yakumo, and Lee—with Ino, Karin, and Hana joining in. Together, they made quite the colorful bunch of fifteen.

“Kitazawa-sensei! Come sit with us!”

Ino waved cheerfully the moment she saw him.

“Alright.” Kitazawa smiled, walking over. “Naruto, come find me after you finish eating.”

He took a seat between Ino and Hinata, the latter blushing faintly as she offered him a neatly packed bento.

“Thank you, Hinata.”

Her eyes lit up as he accepted it, and she quickly began eating her own lunch with quiet happiness.

Across from them, Naruto looked up eagerly. “Sensei, are you gonna teach me a new jutsu?”

Kitazawa chuckled. “Of course not. You haven’t even mastered the Wind Release technique I gave you. Why learn a new one?”

“Then what is it?” Naruto pressed, curiosity all over his face.

“I’ll tell you after we eat.”

Kitazawa’s tone was casual, but his thoughts were serious.
It was time to talk to Naruto about the Nine-Tails—but that wasn’t something anyone else could overhear.

When lunch ended, Naruto was the first to spring up. “I’m done!”

“Good. Let’s go.”

Kitazawa closed his bento box and handed it back to Hinata, who took it shyly. He gave her a gentle pat on the head before walking toward a large tree at the edge of the field.

Naruto followed close behind.

“Sensei, what did you want to tell me?” he asked, scratching his head.

Kitazawa looked up at the drifting clouds. “Naruto, have you ever heard of the Sage of Six Paths?”

“Yeah! You said in class he was the ancestor of all shinobi—the one who created chakra and ninjutsu!”

“Correct.” Kitazawa nodded. “But what I didn’t tell you… is that the Sage also created nine incredibly powerful beings—what we now call Tailed Beasts.”

“Tailed Beasts?” Naruto blinked, clearly intrigued. “I’ve never heard of them. Are they really strong?”

“‘Strong’ doesn’t begin to describe them,” Kitazawa said quietly. “To us ninja, they’re forces of nature—living disasters that can’t be conquered by ordinary means.”

“Even the Hokage can’t beat them?” Naruto asked, stunned.

“The Hokage can—especially the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju.”

Kitazawa’s gaze sharpened. “Do you remember the Battle at the Valley of the End I mentioned in class?”

“Yeah! That was the fight between the First Hokage and Uchiha Madara!”

“Correct. But it wasn’t just the two of them.” Kitazawa’s tone grew heavier. “Uchiha Madara also controlled the strongest of the nine beasts—the Nine-Tails. Even so, he was defeated.”

“Whoa… First Hokage-sama was really that powerful?” Naruto exclaimed.

“That’s why people called him the God of Shinobi,” Kitazawa said with a small smile. “Now, Naruto… Do you know where the Nine-Tails went after that?”

Naruto frowned, thinking. “No idea… Wait—is it in Konoha?”

Kitazawa grinned. “Good guess. Here—have a candy.”

Naruto caught it, still puzzled. “Then where is it? Can I see it?”

Kitazawa’s voice softened. “You already have. It’s inside you, Naruto.”

Naruto froze. “…Inside me?”

“Do you know why genjutsu hardly works on you?” Kitazawa asked gently. “It’s because the Nine-Tails’ chakra protects you.”

“But… but why?” Naruto stammered, his voice faltering.

Kitazawa didn’t answer right away, giving him time to breathe. The wind stirred the leaves, and for a long moment, silence hung between them.

Finally, Naruto swallowed hard. “Why is the Nine-Tails inside me?”

Kitazawa met his gaze. “Because your parents sealed it there—to protect the village.”

Naruto’s eyes widened. “My… my parents? You know who they are, don’t you, Sensei?”

He spoke quickly, almost desperately.

After all, every time he’d asked the Third Hokage, he’d only been met with vague smiles and empty words.

But this time, Kitazawa didn’t look away.

“I can tell you,” Kitazawa said after a brief pause, his tone measured. “But you’ll have to keep it secret for now. You can’t tell anyone else.”

Tsunade had planned to publicly announce Naruto’s true identity at the next Jōnin meeting.
Until then, letting it leak would only cause unnecessary chaos and rumors to spread.

“Okay!” Naruto’s eyes were wide, his whole body tense with anticipation.

“Minato Namikaze.” Kitazawa said the name slowly.

Naruto blinked. “That name… sounds kinda familiar.” He scratched his head, searching his memory.

“The Fourth Hokage,” Kitazawa reminded him.

Naruto’s pupils dilated. His voice faltered. “Wait—you mean… I’m the Fourth Hokage’s son?”

“Your mother’s name was Uzumaki Kushina,” Kitazawa continued gently. “That’s why your surname is Uzumaki.”

For a heartbeat, Naruto just stood there—stunned. Then, suddenly, his face broke into an irrepressible grin. “That’s awesome! My parents were heroes of Konoha!”

All his life, he’d been shunned, whispered about, treated like a curse. He’d imagined a thousand reasons why—maybe his parents had done something terrible, maybe he was paying for their sins.
And with Hiruzen always dodging the question, he’d almost convinced himself it was true.

But now… it wasn’t.

His parents weren’t villains—they were heroes.

“Then why…” Naruto’s expression darkened. “Why does everyone call me a monster?”

As the words left his mouth, realization struck. His voice dropped. “Is it… because of the Nine-Tails?”

He remembered the story the Third Hokage had told him: the night the Nine-Tails attacked Konoha—the night the Fourth Hokage died.
Now that he knew the beast was sealed inside him, the pieces began to fit together.

Kitazawa sighed. “You’re not wrong. But the real blame lies with Danzō Shimura.”

“Danzō?” Naruto frowned.

Kitazawa nodded. “He manipulated public opinion, sowed fear, and twisted the truth. Thanks to him, the villagers grew to believe you weren’t just the Nine-Tails’ host… but its reincarnation.”

As Kitazawa spoke, he told Naruto about Danzō’s countless sins—the Root organization, the cover-ups, the manipulation.

By the end, Naruto’s fists were clenched tight. “That bastard! So I was hated all these years because of him?!”

Kitazawa placed a hand on his shoulder. “He’s already dead, Naruto. Let the past stay buried.”

The truth was, letting Danzō take the blame was the cleanest solution.
Hiruzen was retired—there was no reason to drag him into this, especially since Naruto still held deep respect for him.
And besides… Danzō couldn’t exactly jump out of the grave to deny it.

In a way, the dead were sometimes more useful than the living.

“Now that Danzō’s gone,” Kitazawa said, his voice firm, “Tsunade-sensei has decided to reveal your true identity. If nothing changes, it’ll happen next week. After that, no one will ever look down on you again.”

Naruto stood there silently. His heart was pounding. The words were too heavy, too big to take in all at once.

“I know it’s a lot to process,” Kitazawa said softly. “Take the rest of the lunch break to clear your head. Tomorrow, we’ll talk more about the Nine-Tails.”

Naruto nodded without a word and walked back toward his friends—his steps slow and uncertain.

Sasuke was the first to notice. “Oi, Naruto. You look weird. What happened?”

“I… I’m fine,” Naruto muttered.

“If you don’t wanna talk, then don’t.” Sasuke huffed and looked away.

“Hey, what’s with that gloomy face?” Kiba slung an arm around Naruto’s shoulder. “That’s not like you.”

“Yeah,” Chōji added between bites. “We’re all friends here. If you’ve got a problem, we’ll help you out.”

“Relax,” Shikamaru said lazily, eyeing him. “Kitazawa-sensei called him over. Nothing serious, I bet.”

“Mm!” Naruto blinked and looked up, warmth welling in his chest. His grin returned, small but genuine. “Really, I’m fine!”

No matter what—whether he was the Hokage’s son or not—he had friends who cared about him.
And that, in itself, was enough.

Besides… having a Hokage for a dad? That was pretty damn cool.

It was just a shame he’d never met him—except as a stone face carved into the Hokage Rock.

“That’s better,” Lee said with a sparkling smile, giving him a thumbs-up. “No matter the hardship, the fire of youth will always burn bright!”

Naruto laughed, his old energy rushing back. “You’re right! I can’t lose my fighting spirit!”

Ino exhaled in relief. “Good. Now, can we please finish lunch without anyone bursting into tears this time?”

The afternoon classes passed quickly.
Kitazawa’s real body went to the Hokage’s Office to study the Yin Seal, while his Shadow Clone continued teaching the Medical Ninja in the Genius Class.

By the time the sun began to dip, another long day had come to an end.

“Good work today, Kitazawa-sama!” the medical ninja called as they left the academy.

“Kitazawa-sensei!”

Naruto was waiting at the entrance, waving enthusiastically.

Kitazawa raised an eyebrow, amused. Kids’ emotions really did bounce around faster than shuriken.

“Sensei! Tell me more about the Nine-Tails inside me!” Naruto said, his voice brimming with curiosity.

Kitazawa chuckled. “Alright. After the Sage of Six Paths died, the Nine-Tails became a wild, rampaging beast—until Uchiha Madara took control of it. When he was defeated by the First Hokage, the beast was sealed away.”

“Sounds kinda tragic…” Naruto murmured. He’d imagined the Nine-Tails as some grand, unstoppable force—not something constantly bound and defeated.

“The place where it was sealed,” Kitazawa said, lowering his voice, “is inside you. You’re the third person to carry the Nine-Tails. The one before you was your mother—Uzumaki Kushina.”

Naruto’s eyes widened. “So Mom… was a Jinchūriki too?”

Kitazawa nodded.

Naruto’s resistance softened instantly. Somehow, it didn’t feel so frightening anymore.
If his mother had carried the same burden, then… maybe this was his way of carrying on her will.
The last link between them.

“The Nine-Tails may have caused chaos,” Kitazawa continued, “but it wasn’t out of malice. It’s been used, controlled, and sealed for generations. If you reach out to it, Naruto… you might even become friends.”

“Friends, huh?” Naruto thought of the times the Nine-Tails’ chakra had saved him from genjutsu. “That doesn’t sound bad.”

“And if you master that bond,” Kitazawa added with a small grin, “you’ll be able to use its power. Maybe even become the strongest Hokage in history.”

Naruto’s eyes lit up. “Really?!”

His dream burned brighter than ever—to surpass all the Hokage who came before.

“But wait,” he asked suddenly, frowning. “Didn’t the First Hokage defeat the Nine-Tails? How could its power make me stronger than him?”

Before Kitazawa could answer, the air around them rippled.

Naruto’s body trembled as a red aura burst forth, swirling like liquid fire.

Kitazawa blinked—and despite himself, a fleeting thought crossed his mind:

Ah, great. He’s getting emotional again…

[NNSS] Chapter : 86 - Onoki's Decision

That night, Kakashi stayed behind at the command center, while Mori and Tenzo returned to their assigned quarters to rest and await further orders.

“Mori-senpai, what are you doing?”

Back inside the tent, Mori had unrolled a scroll and was busy with something that immediately caught Tenzo’s attention.

“Training.”

Tenzo fell silent for a moment, his tone carrying genuine awe. “After a battle like that—using so many high-level techniques and exhausting so much chakra—you can still train? Mori-senpai, you really are on a different level.”

It wasn’t flattery. Ever since he had seen Mori’s Wood Release on the battlefield, Tenzo could feel the difference. Despite sharing the same kekkei genkai, their techniques had distinct natures.

Tenzo’s Wood Release focused on shaping constructs and containment. Mori’s, on the other hand, felt alive—more demanding, more forceful, and terrifyingly effective against Jinchūriki.

Even Kakashi, who had worked with Tenzo for years, had sensed it—and had deliberately assigned Tenzo to act as Mori’s support.

“It’s just a rare chance to refine my control,” Mori replied, sealing away the last of the scrolls and tucking them neatly into his ninja pouch. Then, he fastened his mask back over his face.

Seeing this, Tenzo quietly did the same.

Just then, the tent flap lifted.

Jiraiya didn’t enter right away; he paused at the entrance, as if making sure he wasn’t interrupting anything, before stepping in.

“Yo! You two really pulled your weight today,” he greeted with a grin. “If it weren’t for you, dealing with those two Jinchūriki would’ve been a nightmare. We didn’t capture them, but forcing a retreat like that? That’s a win in my book.”

“Lord Jiraiya,” Rōshi spoke evenly, his tone polite but direct, “I assume there’s something specific you came to tell us?”

If this had been a routine debrief, he would’ve gone through Kakashi. Jiraiya didn’t need to visit Anbu personally unless it was something that required discretion.

“You’re really not the warm and fuzzy type, are you?” Jiraiya chuckled, scratching his unruly white hair before sighing. “Alright, alright, straight to business. With Iwagakure’s main force pushed back to the Kannabi Bridge, we’ve basically hit the strategic target set by the Hokage. And your contribution was vital.”

He paused, his tone growing firm. “However, until both enemy Jinchūriki are confirmed to have retreated, you two are not cleared to leave the front.”

Rōshi merely nodded. That much was expected.

“And then…” Jiraiya rubbed the back of his neck, looking faintly exasperated. “That Kakashi fellow seems to think he’s less important than you two. So he’s already taken a squad and gone off on a recon mission—on his own.”

“Again?!” Tenzo blurted out before catching himself. Feeling both the Sannin’s and Rōshi’s gazes, he quickly straightened up and muttered, “Ahem… understood.”

Jiraiya laughed heartily. “You’ve got it rough too, Tenzo. That guy really doesn’t play well with others, huh?”

The humor faded from his expression a moment later. “Anyway, that’s the situation. Until Kakashi gets back—or this phase officially ends—you two will be under my command.”

Neither Rōshi nor Tenzo objected. Jiraiya’s authority was second only to the Hokage’s. As one of the Legendary Sannin and current supreme commander of the western front, his words carried the weight of the entire village.

After a few more minutes of small talk—checking on their condition, supplies, and whether they needed resupply—Jiraiya rose to leave.

When the tent flap fell shut again, the silence returned.

Meanwhile, at Iwagakure’s frontline command post, the atmosphere was far darker.

“Wood Release… a most troublesome power.”

Ōnoki’s voice was low, thoughtful. Having once witnessed firsthand how Hashirama subdued the entire shinobi world and tamed the Tailed Beasts, he knew better than anyone to fear that power.

It was because of that understanding that he now found himself trapped in a painful dilemma.

Sending the Jinchūriki back into battle against a Wood Release user capable of restraining Tailed Beasts was a fool’s gamble—a high-risk, low-reward move that could cost Iwagakure its most valuable assets.

Jinchūriki were living weapons. Losing one was a disaster; losing two would be catastrophic.

But if he abandoned their power entirely, then trying to break through the Kannabi Bridge line would devolve into a war of attrition—a grind that favored no one.

Not with Jiraiya commanding the other side.
And certainly not while the Third Hokage’s shadow still loomed in reserve.

His initial plan had been to hold the line and wait—wait for Kumogakure to see Konoha stretched thin and open a second front in the east.

He had patience to spare.

But the news that reached him three days after the front stabilized crushed that hope.

Konoha’s propaganda division had made it public: an envoy led by Advisor Homura Mitokado had entered the Land of Frost—beginning formal peace talks with Kumo.

The moment Ōnoki heard, his expression darkened.

So that was it.
The Fourth Raikage, A, was using his offensive as leverage—bargaining for better terms at Konoha’s negotiation table.

If Iwagakure continued this stalemate, they’d bleed for nothing while Kumo reaped the diplomatic rewards.

Were Iwa and Kumo allies? Hardly. The Third Raikage had died at Iwagakure’s hands.

If cooperation served both sides, Ōnoki could stomach it. But this time, Iwagakure stood to gain nothing.

And there was still Sunagakure to consider.

Officially, Suna was Konoha’s ally—or so Konoha’s propaganda claimed. If Iwa kept fighting and Kumo withdrew, Rasa could turn opportunist overnight—allying with Konoha to reclaim territories in the north that Iwa had fought so hard to control.

The balance of gain and loss was already tipped.

Ōnoki slowly descended from the air, his expression grim.

“Change of plans,” he said quietly. “Kitsuchi, organize a phased withdrawal. Prioritize the wounded and essential supplies. Iwagakure will pull back.”

“Lord Tsuchikage?” Kitsuchi looked startled. Though the battle wasn’t going well, it hadn’t yet reached the point of full retreat.

“Execute the order.”

“…Yes!” Kitsuchi saluted and hurried off to relay the command.

Ōnoki watched him go, the weight of decades pressing down on his shoulders.

He had invested everything into this campaign—even risked his Jinchūriki—yet in the end, the result was the same.

Rasa hesitated. The Raikage manipulated from afar. Surrounded by half-hearted allies, Iwagakure could never truly seize victory.

He was old. He knew it.
Would he live to see Iwagakure’s next chance?

Ōnoki didn’t know.

But one thing he was certain of—
the time had come to entrust the future to the next generation.

[NSSSG] [ARC-08] Chapter : 266 - Hashirama's Physique

After lunch, Kitazawa arrived at the Hokage Building.

He was about to step inside when he paused, glanced upward, and took a few steps back.

From his position, the window of the Hokage’s office was perfectly visible.

A small grin tugged at his lips.

With a light leap, Kitazawa landed gracefully on the windowsill.

He’d seen Jiraiya use this entrance countless times—today, he finally got to experience it himself.

Balancing easily, he peered into the office.

Shizune was nowhere to be seen. Tsunade, meanwhile, was sprawled across her desk, fast asleep amidst a mountain of documents.

Kitazawa couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

He slipped down from the window and entered the room quietly, careful not to wake her.

Sinking into the sofa, he rubbed his temples and began sorting through his recent tasks.

There was a lot on his plate—learning Wood Release, training his students, and now teaching Nono and the others the limb-regeneration technique.

Thankfully, the ANBU side of things didn’t demand much of his time.

However, projects like getting the Sword of the Thunder God, puppet-making, and tracking down Zetsu would have to wait until next week.

As he thought through his schedule, a sudden realization made his brow twitch.

He’d completely forgotten about one thing—the Genius Class Monthly Exam.

And this time, he intended to make a few… interesting adjustments.

Kitazawa glanced at Tsunade again. She probably wouldn’t wake anytime soon.

He took out a scroll labeled Medical Forbidden Technique: Cellular Activation and began reading it intently.

After successfully modifying the Body Regeneration Technique, this was the next on his list.

Time passed quietly.

Eventually, Tsunade stirred, sitting up with a groggy stretch.

Her rumpled clothes straightened as she moved, regaining their shape.

Blinking away sleep, she spotted Kitazawa seated on the sofa, absorbed in a Ninjutsu scroll.

For a brief moment, Tsunade froze.

'Putting everything else aside,' she thought, 'he really is handsome—and fits my type a little too well.'

She quickly shook her head. She’d already made one mistake in her life; she couldn’t afford another.

“Kitazawa, when did you get here?” she asked through a yawn.

“I’m not sure,” he replied with a smile. “Maybe an hour or two.”

Tsunade frowned slightly. “What’s so funny?”

Kitazawa stood, walked toward her, and reached out his hand.

“You… what are you doing?” she asked, suddenly wary.

“It’s all ink,” he said lightly, brushing her cheek with his finger before showing her the dark stain.

Tsunade blinked, then realized—she must’ve fallen asleep on the documents again.

She quickly tried wiping her face, only to make it worse. Kitazawa’s grin widened.

“Do you have a mirror?” she muttered, glaring at him as she gave his leg a playful kick.

“Nope,” Kitazawa said, shaking his head as he studied her ink-streaked face. “You look like a little cat right now.”

Tsunade’s eye twitched. “Then wipe it off for me.”

She turned her head slightly, exposing her cheek to him with a hint of impatience.

Kitazawa extended his hand again. Chakra gathered at his fingertips, forming a thin layer of water that gently washed away the ink.

Her skin was flawless beneath it.

“Tsunade-sensei,” he said with a teasing smile, “you’re even more beautiful now.”

His reflection glimmered faintly in her eyes. For a second, she froze, caught off guard by his tone.

Then she snapped back to reality. “Let’s practice the Yin Seal,” she said abruptly, clearing her throat.

Lately, she’d found herself a bit less composed around him—and that was dangerous.

“Alright.” Kitazawa nodded.

“Let’s sit over there.” Tsunade gestured to the sofa. “The Yin Seal’s complex—we’ll be at this for a while.”

“The Yin Seal is classified as an S-rank Medical Ninjutsu,” she began. “But it’s more than just that—it’s a fusion of Medical Ninjutsu and Sealing Arts.”

For such high-level techniques, she didn’t start with hand signs. Instead, she went over the theory and foundational principles first.

Kitazawa, of course, already knew all of this—he’d learned the technique through the system long ago.

Still, as Tsunade explained, his gaze drifted slightly… distracted by certain, gravity-defying features.

“Repeat what I just said,” Tsunade interrupted sharply, narrowing her eyes.

Her voice carried a dangerous edge.

Caught red-handed.

Kitazawa straightened immediately. “Yes, ma’am!”

He then flawlessly repeated her entire explanation, even adding his own insights.

Tsunade’s glare softened slightly, though she hid her amusement behind a sigh.

At least he listened—even when he didn’t look like it.

Tsunade was genuinely astonished after listening to him.

He’d grasped everything she taught in such a short time? That was absurd.

Her eyes narrowed thoughtfully. 'His comprehension of sealing techniques might actually surpass mine…'

“Not bad,” she finally said, regaining her composure.

Ignoring his lingering gaze, Tsunade continued her explanation of the Yin Seal.

The afternoon sunlight gradually dimmed, and before either of them realized it, hours had passed.

“That’s enough for today.”

Tsunade rose from the sofa, stretching slightly before giving him a sidelong look. “You really are bold, aren’t you?”

Kitazawa blinked innocently. “Tsunade-sensei, how about a trip to the casino?”

She knew exactly what he meant—and he knew she knew.

But then again, without boldness, where would hope come from?

Tsunade wasn’t Kurenai; she’d long since locked her heart away. If not for that accidental kiss while drinking, Kitazawa would’ve assumed he never stood a chance.

“You’re quite perceptive,” Tsunade said, her expression softening the moment she heard the word casino. “And you can help me deal with Shizune.”

“No problem,” Kitazawa replied smoothly. “We’ll just tell Shizune-senpai that we were studying the Yin Seal late into the night.”

“Excellent. Let’s go.”

Tsunade’s eyes gleamed with renewed energy as she strode out the door.

Kitazawa shut it behind them and quickly followed.

They had barely made it down the hall before she stopped abruptly.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, almost bumping into her. His eyes flickered briefly—she noticed.

“All my money’s with Shizune,” she said flatly, turning toward him.

Kitazawa didn’t hesitate. “Then I’ll cover your losses.”

“What do you mean losses?” Tsunade shot back, rolling her eyes. “You’re just lending me a bit of capital. I’ll pay you back when I win.”

Kitazawa twitched his lips. 'You say that every time, don’t you?'

He sighed inwardly. If this keeps up, I’ll need to find a way to make more money before she gambles me into bankruptcy.

He thought briefly of his limb-regeneration jutsu. Ninjas from Konoha could have it for free—but outsiders, daimyo, nobles, merchants? They’d have to pay handsomely.

By the time they arrived at the casino, Tsunade’s eyes were already sparkling.

She practically skipped to the nearest gambling table—then remembered she was broke.

Grabbing Kitazawa by the arm, she pulled him forward and held out her palm expectantly.

The meaning was obvious.

Kitazawa chuckled. “Here, three hundred thousand ryo to start.”

“That’s enough! Watch me win it all back!” Tsunade declared confidently.

He didn’t believe a word.

Kitazawa sat beside her, watching her lose once, twice, thrice—like a well-rehearsed performance.

“Again!” Tsunade barked, face darkening.

Without a word, Kitazawa handed over another three hundred thousand.

At this point, he thought she could star in a gambling tragedy—‘The Legendary Sucker: Tsunade Senju’—and it’d probably be a hit.

“Damn it!” Tsunade slammed her fist down as her last stack disappeared.

“Here,” Kitazawa sighed, automatically passing her more money like a loyal, heartless ATM.

She took it without hesitation.

By the time night fell, Kitazawa’s mental calculations told him she’d lost nearly two million ryo—roughly two S-rank mission rewards.

“Tsunade-sensei, shall we call it a night?” he suggested, glancing at the darkened sky. “If we go back too late, Shizune-senpai will definitely be suspicious.”

Tsunade finally pushed away from the table with a reluctant groan. “Fine.”

They stepped outside, the streetlamps flickering to life as the evening breeze cooled her temper.

“The money I borrowed from you—keep a record,” she said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I’ll pay you back next time.”

“No need,” Kitazawa replied casually. “As long as you enjoyed yourself.”

Tsunade blinked, surprised. After years of Shizune’s strict management, having someone hand her money with no strings attached felt… strange.

Though, deep down, she suspected Kitazawa’s generosity wasn’t entirely pure.

She could’ve called him out—but for some reason, she didn’t.

“Tsunade-sensei,” Kitazawa said with a grin, “since we’re already out, how about an izakaya? One or two drinks?”

Her first instinct was to say yes—but she bit her lip, hesitating.

“…No. No more drinking,” she said finally, shaking her head. “Let’s just grab a bite at Ichiraku Ramen.”

Kitazawa raised a brow. “That’s really not like you.”

“The Three Ninja Prohibitions—avoid alcohol. Understand?” Tsunade snapped, glaring at him.

“Come on, Tsunade-sensei,” Kitazawa teased. “Even if you said that, who’d believe it?”

“Hmm?”

Tsunade stopped and leaned in, her face inches from his, her eyes glinting dangerously. “What was that?”

Her proximity caught him off guard—the soft scent of her skin, the faint warmth of her breath—

“I mean, whatever Lady Tsunade says is absolutely right!” he corrected quickly.

She huffed, satisfied, before realizing how close they were. She took half a step back, cheeks faintly pink.

“If we’re eating at Ichiraku, I recommend the Chashu Spare Rib Ramen,” Kitazawa said, eager to change the subject.

“You eat there often?” Tsunade asked, walking ahead.

“My house is right next to Ichiraku,” he replied. “I used to be a regular.”

Tsunade blinked. “Oh, right. You’re staying at Yuhi’s place now, not your own.”

Kitazawa coughed lightly. Yeah… I haven’t been home or opened the shop in ages.

Not that he needed to anymore. Between being an ANBU commander, the Hokage’s student, and the Ninja Academy’s vice principal, money came easy now—

—if only Tsunade didn’t keep finding new ways to spend it.

“Teuchi, two bowls of Chashu Spare Rib Ramen!” Kitazawa called as he stepped into Ichiraku Ramen.

“Kitazawa? It’s been ages—Hokage-sama?!” Teuchi emerged from the kitchen, only to freeze mid-step when he saw Tsunade.

“Teuchi,” Kitazawa said with a grin, “Hokage-sama doesn’t visit often. You’d better make your best ramen today.”

“Absolutely!” Teuchi said with a firm nod. “I’ll make sure Hokage-sama won’t be disappointed!”

He immediately hurried back into the kitchen, determination written all over his face.

“You didn’t have to pressure him like that,” Tsunade said casually, glancing toward the kitchen curtain.

“Pressure breeds motivation,” Kitazawa replied, taking the seat beside her. “Besides, Teuchi’s the kind of man who thrives on it. His dream is to make the best ramen in the entire ninja world.”

Tsunade chuckled lightly. “You seem to know him well.” Her gaze drifted up to the menu. “By the way, why do you only recommend the Chashu Spare Rib Ramen? Are the others not good?”

“They’re all good,” Kitazawa said after a pause. “It’s just my favorite—and Naruto’s too.”

“Ah, Naruto,” Tsunade said thoughtfully. “I’ve seen his file before. The boy’s practically obsessed with Ichiraku Ramen.”

“Well, Teuchi’s one of the few villagers who treated him like a normal kid,” Kitazawa said quietly. Then he looked at her. “Lady Tsunade, are you planning to tell Naruto about his true identity?”

Tsunade blinked, then smiled faintly. “You mean the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki… or the Fourth Hokage’s son?”

“The Jinchuriki part can stay secret for now,” Kitazawa said slowly. “But as for him being the Fourth’s son—there’s no reason to hide it any longer. He’s carried enough pain already.”

“Konoha really did wrong by that boy,” Tsunade murmured.

Minato and Kushina had given their lives for the village, yet their son grew up in loneliness and misunderstanding. Now that she was Hokage, Tsunade couldn’t let that injustice continue.

“At the next Jonin meeting,” she said after a pause, “I’ll make it public.”

“As expected of Lady Tsunade,” Kitazawa praised immediately. “You’ve got more courage than the Third.”

Tsunade smirked. “Aren’t you afraid the old man will haunt you for saying that?”

“With you around, what’s there to fear?” Kitazawa replied smoothly.

Tsunade bit her lip. This guy’s getting bolder by the day…

“Lady Tsunade,” Kitazawa continued seriously, “I also think Naruto should learn about the Nine-Tails now—at least begin to understand it.”

“Already?” Tsunade frowned. “He’s still too young. Let him graduate first—maybe in a few years he can try to control that power.”

“The purpose of a Jinchuriki is to master their Tailed Beast’s strength to protect the village,” she reasoned. “That’s how it’s always been.”

Kitazawa shook his head lightly. “I’m not saying he should control it right away. I think he can befriend it first. With his personality, I’m sure he can form a bond with the Nine-Tails.”

“Befriend…?” Tsunade’s eyes sharpened. “You’re talking about a Perfect Jinchuriki?”

A normal Jinchuriki forced the Tailed Beast’s power into obedience.
A Perfect Jinchuriki earned its trust—and the Tailed Beast willingly lent its strength.

“Exactly,” Kitazawa said firmly. “Naruto can do it.”

Tsunade studied him in silence. If Naruto really could become a Perfect Jinchuriki, it would be a monumental victory for Konoha. But… what if he got hurt in the process?

After a long pause, Tsunade smiled faintly. “Alright then, I’ll leave this matter to you.”

Kitazawa exhaled quietly in relief. Finally, my system mission can be completed.

“If Naruto really achieves that,” Tsunade added, “you’ll have earned a major reward. You can ask for anything you want.”

“Anything?” Kitazawa met her eyes.

Tsunade felt the heat in his gaze and turned away, saying quickly, “As long as Konoha has it.”

【Mission from Hokage-sensei】
【Objective: Help Uzumaki Naruto become a Perfect Jinchuriki】
【Reward: 20% of Senju Hashirama’s physique】
【Accept?】

Kitazawa’s eyes widened.

Fuck!

Senju Hashirama’s physique?!

That was ridiculous. Even in the original timeline, Hashirama claimed Naruto—with half the Nine-Tails’ chakra—was barely comparable to him.

Twenty percent of that body meant far beyond any ordinary Senju bloodline.
A chakra pool deeper than the ocean.

No wonder the reward’s so generous… the mission’s probably hell-level difficulty.

Still, there was no hesitation. He’d accept.

Because one day, Kitazawa swore, he would surpass even the God of Shinobi himself.

“Chashu Spare Rib Ramen, coming right up!” Teuchi’s voice broke the silence as he emerged, holding two steaming bowls.

“Thank you,” Tsunade said, accepting hers.

“Hokage-sama, please enjoy! Don’t hold back on feedback,” Teuchi said proudly.

“I will,” Tsunade replied, already picking up her chopsticks.

“Kitazawa, yours,” Teuchi said, setting the second bowl before him.

“Thank you,” Kitazawa inhaled deeply. “The aroma hasn’t changed at all.”

“Of course not!” Teuchi chuckled. “You’ve just been away too long.”

“I’ll visit more often,” Kitazawa promised. He glanced at Tsunade—already slurping her noodles.

“But you’re a busy man now, a Konoha hero,” Teuchi said. “If you ever crave ramen, I can have Ayame deliver it.”

“No need,” Kitazawa said, shaking his head. “You two already work hard enough.”

“You two seem close,” Tsunade noted, smiling faintly.

“We’ve been neighbors for years,” Teuchi said fondly. “Kitazawa’s helped me out more times than I can count.”

“Oh? Then tell me about his past,” Tsunade said with interest, sipping her broth.

“Wait—hold on!” Kitazawa nearly choked. “Why are we suddenly talking about me?”

“I’m your teacher,” Tsunade said teasingly. “It’s natural for me to know my student’s history.”

“I think you just want to hear embarrassing stories,” Kitazawa muttered.

“Embarrassing stories?” Tsunade’s eyes gleamed. “Teuchi, do share!”

“…” Kitazawa was speechless.

Even the Fifth Hokage wasn’t immune to gossip.

Teuchi laughed heartily. “Hahaha! No problem, I’ve got plenty to tell!”

[NSSSG] [ARC-08] Chapter : 265 - Yin Seal

Everyone else had already left—except Fugaku.

“Fugaku, is there something else you need?” Tsunade noticed him lingering and asked directly.

“Can this jutsu for limb regeneration work on the Sharingan?” Fugaku asked without preamble.

“The Sharingan?”

Tsunade paused, immediately understanding what he meant. Her gaze instinctively shifted toward Kitazawa.

Even as the foremost medical ninja in the world, Tsunade had yet to achieve full limb regeneration—so she couldn’t give Fugaku an answer.

“No,” Kitazawa said evenly. “Right now, the regeneration technique only works on ordinary organs.”

“It can’t for now,” Fugaku pressed, “but does that mean it might be possible in the future?”

“I can try to improve it,” Kitazawa replied after a brief thought. “But whether it’ll succeed… I can’t say.”

“That would be troublesome,” Fugaku said with a faint smile. “If it succeeds, the Uchiha Clan would owe you a great favor.”

“I’ll do my best,” Kitazawa replied with a calm smile.

“Hokage-sama, I’ll take my leave then.”

Having gotten his answer, Fugaku turned and left.

Tsunade watched him go before asking curiously, “Can it really regenerate a Bloodline Limit organ?”

“It’s… difficult,” Kitazawa admitted. “But I’ll give it a try when I can.”

He already had too much on his plate, so refining the technique would have to wait.

“It’s already remarkable that it works on most ninja,” Tsunade said, nodding in approval.

Bloodline Limit ninja were rare in Konoha—the technique’s success on ordinary people was already a huge achievement.

“When will the training class begin?” Kitazawa asked, glancing toward Nono and the others, who were performing a final check-up on Kosuke.

“That depends on your schedule,” Tsunade replied with a slight smile. “You’re not going to blame me for suddenly assigning you as an instructor, are you?”

“Teaching students is my specialty,” Kitazawa said with a playful blink. “A few more won’t hurt. But if Lady Tsunade really feels bad about it, you can always compensate me.”

“Oh? And what kind of compensation are you asking for?” she asked, one brow arching.

“Let me think…” Kitazawa said, his gaze unconsciously falling to her lips.

That last kiss—flavored more by sake than Tsunade herself—still lingered in his mind.

“What are you looking at?”

Tsunade’s heart skipped a beat, her beautiful face immediately hardening with murderous intent.

“Nothing,” Kitazawa said quickly, his expression straightening. “I just can’t think of anything right now. I’ll let you know later.”

Tsunade snorted. “Then I’ll offer my own compensation—I'll teach you the Yin Seal.”

She had promised him that back during the Konoha–Mist battlefield. Now that she was Hokage and things had settled, she finally had time to make good on her word.

When Kitazawa heard the words “Yin Seal,” his mind immediately went to his system mission.

Technically, he and Tsunade were already in a teacher–student relationship… so why hadn’t that mission triggered yet?

“Lady Tsunade,” he said after a brief pause, “can I call you ‘sensei’ now?”

“Call me whatever you want,” she said after two seconds of silence.

“Tsunade-sensei,” he said with a grin. “When do we start learning the Yin Seal?”

“Come find me this afternoon if you’re free,” she replied thoughtfully. “I’ll try to finish my paperwork in the morning.”

“Alright.” Kitazawa nodded—then suddenly added, “Tsunade-sensei, how about I teach you limb regeneration in return?”

“Hmm.”

Tsunade agreed easily—the technique was far too useful to refuse. She’d rather learn it than be caught unprepared when she needed it.

“I’ll head back to my office then,” she said, walking toward the stairs. “Don’t forget to come find me this afternoon.”

Kitazawa watched her leave before turning toward the operating table. “Nono-senpai,” he asked, “how’s Kosuke-san’s condition?”

“Excellent,” Nono said with a smile. “We didn’t find any issues during the examination.”

“Kosuke-san, try walking a few steps,” Kitazawa said.

Kosuke took a deep breath, set his feet on the ground, and stood.

He straightened slowly—and a bright smile spread across his face.

After so many years, he was standing on his own two feet again.

He took a few tentative steps. At first, his movements were unsteady, but soon, he found his rhythm—his expression glowing with excitement.

“It looks like the surgery was a success,” Kitazawa said, nodding in satisfaction. “But just to be safe, Kosuke-san, please come to the hospital for checkups several times this month.”

“Of course. I’ll come regularly,” Kosuke replied, bowing deeply. “Kitazawa… thank you.”

“It's my job,” Kitazawa said, quickly helping him up.

“You deserve all the thanks,” Kosuke replied with a heartfelt smile. “Then I’ll be going for now. I won’t disturb you further—see you in a few days.”

“Nono-senpai.”

After Kosuke left, Kitazawa turned to her. “What do you think about organizing the medical training class for limb regeneration?”

“Having everyone train together isn’t realistic,” Nono said gently. “The hospital still needs Medical Jōnin on duty. But… we can rotate them in shifts.”

“That’s a solid plan.” Kitazawa nodded approvingly. “Then let’s split them into two groups—alternate their sessions. The location will be the Ninja Academy.”

“The Ninja Academy?” Nono blinked in surprise.

“It’s quieter there,” Kitazawa said with a faint smile. “Besides, I already have to teach at the Academy. Easier for me to juggle both.”

“Understood.” Nono nodded. “I’ll bring the first group of Medical Jōnin to meet you at the Academy tomorrow.”

“Good.”

Kitazawa clapped his hands lightly. “Today’s surgery was a complete success. Thank you all for assisting. You may dismiss for now.”

“Lord Kitazawa, goodbye!”

The medical-nin bowed and departed in small groups.

“Sakura, stay at the hospital to help out,” Kitazawa instructed. Then his gaze shifted. “Kabuto, you’re coming with me—back to the Anbu.”

The two left Konoha Hospital together.

【Current Mission: Before graduation, find a squad leader whose ability and status surpass Kakashi Hatake.】
【Mission Reward: Depends on the chosen squad leader.】
【Mission completed. Reward issuing...】
【Teacher identified: Tsunade. Reward granted—Yin Seal.】

While walking, Kitazawa suddenly halted mid-step.

Finally.

This was, without a doubt, the mission that had taken him the longest to complete.

A torrent of information surged through his mind as his body began to change subtly.

The Yin Seal—a jutsu designed to store and regulate chakra.

Training it required two stages.

First, creating a chakra reservoir at the forehead.
Second, continuously compressing and channeling chakra into it until the diamond-shaped mark appeared—signaling mastery.

Thanks to his Senju bloodline and abundant chakra reserves—well beyond a Kage-level shinobi—Kitazawa didn’t need years of accumulation.

With the system’s help, he mastered the Yin Seal instantly.

Its functions were extraordinary.

First, it could store virtually limitless chakra—provided one had the discipline to keep refining it.
Second, it allowed full-body chakra regulation, unlocking powerful effects: enhanced strength, improved physical functions, slowed aging—even the potential for eternal youth.

However, the Yin Seal alone wasn’t Tsunade’s true trump card.

That title belonged to the Ninja Art: Creation Rebirth—Strength of a Hundred Seal, an evolved technique that automatically healed all damage while active.

To what extent?

Simply put—while it lasted, it was as close to immortality as any jutsu could get.

Combined with his own Seal-less Healing, Kitazawa’s regeneration now rivaled even the First Hokage, Senju Hashirama.

“Kitazawa-sensei?”

Kabuto’s voice broke his thoughts as he noticed him standing still.

“Keep walking,” Kitazawa said casually, tugging down his Konoha headband to cover the newly formed diamond mark.

Even so, the faint glow of chakra beneath his skin made it hard to hide.

He’d need to add another sealing layer later—no one could know he had already mastered the Yin Seal.

If word spread that he’d learned it the same day Tsunade offered to teach him, that would raise too many questions.

Better to pretend to be learning it first.

He could “officially” master it later.

Kitazawa and Kabuto soon arrived at the Anbu base—separate from the Hokage Building, consisting of two adjoining structures and a wide training field.

“Lord Kitazawa.”

A masked kunoichi approached and bowed. “I’m Antelope, Anbu captain."

Kitazawa nodded slightly. He remembered her—Antelope was not only an Anbu captain but also served as Tsunade’s personal bodyguard.

“Since it’s your first time here, I’ll show you to your office,” she said, gesturing ahead. “This way, please.”

“Thank you.”

He followed her upstairs until they reached a quiet office space.

“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call,” she said politely before leaving.

Kitazawa took a slow look around the room. “Kabuto, are you settling into Anbu life?”

“It’s quite good,” Kabuto replied.

The Anbu, directly under the Hokage’s command, maintained strict rules and high expectations—but coming from the Root, Kabuto adapted almost effortlessly.

Torune was similar.

Only Izumi still seemed a little uncomfortable with the Anbu’s relentless pace.

“That’s good,” Kitazawa said, picking up a stack of documents from his desk.

It was a report on the recent Anbu recruitment drive. Seven rounds of testing had already been completed, and the strength assessment results were impressive—over fifty candidates had passed.

That made the selection difficult.

He studied the list for a while, deep in thought.

“Kitazawa-sensei,” Kabuto spoke up suddenly. “Asuma-senpai mentioned that one of the current missions requires a four-person team. We’re still missing one member.”

“I see…” Kitazawa considered for a moment. “Alright. I’ll find someone suitable to lead you.”

The first person who came to mind was Itachi.

Kitazawa’s current team already included Izumi.

Having Itachi lead them made perfect sense—both for team synergy and Izumi’s growth.

Her strength had plateaued lately, and another few missions might just trigger her evolution.

Still, relying on Itachi indefinitely wasn’t practical—he had his own responsibilities.

Perhaps he needed to… recruit someone new.

For instance, Haku, the Ice Release prodigy.

Since Zabuza hadn’t yet defected from the Hidden Mist, Haku was probably still wandering somewhere, unclaimed.

With proper training, Haku could easily reach Jōnin level—and his loyalty was unquestionable.

“Go and call Itachi,” Kitazawa finally said.

With that decision made, he no longer hesitated.

He picked up a pen and circled eight names on the recruitment list.

There were twelve available Anbu slots.

Three were already filled—Kabuto, Torune, and Izumi—while one position he deliberately left open.

That left eight to select.

His method was simple: one from each major clan—Uchiha, Hyuga, Sarutobi, Ino–Shika–Chō, Aburame, and Inuzuka—ensuring a balanced and fair distribution.

All except for the Shimura Clan.

They were one of Konoha’s oldest clans, but after everything involving Danzō…

Kitazawa’s expression hardened slightly.

Not holding them accountable was already him being merciful.

“Kitazawa-sama.”

Itachi stepped inside.

“Itachi, there’s something I need your help with.”

Kitazawa briefly explained the situation with Kabuto and the others, asking if Itachi could take them on missions whenever he had time.

“No problem.”

Itachi agreed without hesitation.

“Thank you, Itachi.”

Kitazawa nodded gratefully. “I’ll have you lead them for now. Once I find new teammates, you can step back.”

“It’s a small matter.”

Itachi’s calm expression wavered slightly, revealing hesitation.

“Something bothering you?” Kitazawa raised an eyebrow.

“There is.”

After a brief pause, Itachi said, “My father approached me two days ago. He wants the Uchiha Clan to return to their original compound.”

Kitazawa immediately understood.

The Uchiha wanted to move back to the heart of Konoha—back to power.

It wasn’t surprising. Remaining on the village outskirts forever would mean they’d never produce a Hokage.

It was a difficult matter… and yet, not impossible.

Tsunade had just become Hokage, and the political landscape was shifting. If someone from the Uchiha could gain a position within the Hokage’s Secretariat or the Hokage Guard, their return home would only be a matter of time.

“As a future Hokage, balance the various powers of Konoha.”

“Current mission: Help the Uchiha Clan reclaim their original compound and earn their friendship.”

“Mission reward: Izanagi.”

“Do you accept?”

Kitazawa’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Izanagi?

He had seen that technique before—in his battle with Danzo.

An invincible jutsu that blurred life and death itself. As long as one possessed enough Sharingan, Izanagi could rewrite reality and resurrect the user.

He didn’t like transplanting eyes unless absolutely necessary, but in a life-or-death moment? A little vanity wasn’t worth dying for.

Izanagi was the ultimate life-saving technique.

“The relocation of the Uchiha Clan was ordered by the Third Hokage during a Jonin council meeting,” Kitazawa said after a moment’s thought. “So, for them to move back, it must also pass through another Jonin meeting.”

Itachi frowned. “It’ll be hard to get that many Jonin to support us.”

“That’s true,” Kitazawa admitted, though a hint of a smile touched his lips. He already had an idea—but there was no reason to reveal it yet.

After all, if the solution came too easily, he’d never earn the Uchiha’s true gratitude.

“This isn’t something that can be rushed,” Kitazawa continued. “Even though my sensei is Hokage, she can’t act unilaterally. But I’ll find a way.”

“Thank you, Kitazawa-sama.”

Itachi’s eyes widened slightly, genuine gratitude flashing across his face. He hadn’t expected Kitazawa to actually offer help—especially with something this politically thorny.

As Kitazawa said, even if Tsunade approved, other clans and Jonin would not. The Uchiha had simply made too many enemies in the past.

“It’s nothing,” Kitazawa replied with a faint smile. “You’ve helped me plenty of times. It’s my turn to return the favor.”

For a brief moment, Itachi was taken aback. Kitazawa… really is an honest man.

Hidden Rain Village, Land of Rain

Even though it was nearly June, the weather hadn’t changed—eternal gray skies and unending drizzle.

Konan glanced at the Deva Path standing atop the high tower before stepping into the rain herself.

She used her chakra to repel the raindrops as she walked toward a small house not far away.

“Kakuzu, how have things been lately?”

Pushing open the door, she found a masked man lounging on the sofa, flipping through an old, worn book.

“Not bad,” Kakuzu replied lazily. “I’ve completed three more bounties—twenty million ryo in total.”

“Any changes in the shinobi world?” Konan asked, nodding slightly.

“Konoha’s got a new Hokage,” Kakuzu said after a pause. “Tsunade—the Fifth Hokage.”

That kind of news traveled fast through the underground.

Tsunade, huh…

Konan’s gaze dimmed. She couldn’t help but think of her old teacher, Jiraiya.

But after Yahiko’s death, they were destined to stand on opposite sides.

Just then, the ground rippled—and Zetsu emerged from below.

“Zetsu,” Konan said, regaining her composure. “Any new intel?”

“Tsunade’s student, Kitazawa, has developed a medical ninjutsu capable of regenerating limbs.”

“…What did you say?”

Konan’s eyes sharpened instantly.

“Are you sure?”

Kakuzu looked up too. “A regeneration technique? You expect us to believe that?”

“It’s true,” Zetsu said. “Kitazawa publicly demonstrated it—he performed surgery to help a ninja named Maruboshi Kosuke regrow his left leg.”

Konan’s hands clenched unconsciously before she released them again.

She stood still, deep in thought.

Limb regeneration… could that help Nagato?

She remembered the explosion that crippled his legs, the day they fell into Hanzo’s trap.

And Yahiko’s death… the despair that drove Nagato to summon the Gedo Mazo, draining his life force and leaving his body frail and broken.

Now, his legs were useless, his frame thin and wasted.

Konan’s eyes hardened with resolve.

Perhaps… it was time she made a trip to Konoha.

After all—she’d met Kitazawa once before.

[NSSSG] [ARC-08] Chapter : 264 - Next Hokage?

Monday

Two days had passed since the ceremony.

Because Tsunade had already assumed office a week earlier, there wasn’t much visible change in Konoha before or after the event. The village continued its steady rhythm—calm on the surface, quietly shifting beneath.

As for new appointments, those decisions would take time.

Jiraiya, true to form, had already left the village again—this time accompanying the Fire Daimyo on his return journey. Tsunade had given him the mission herself, partly out of formality and partly because she knew he wouldn’t stay long anyway.

At 8:30 AM, Kitazawa arrived at Konoha Hospital after breakfast.

“Lord Kitazawa, long time no see!”

“You’re incredible! Your performance on the battlefield completely changed the game!”

“Lord Kitazawa, you’re my inspiration now! I want to follow in your footsteps!”

“You wouldn’t believe it—because of you and Lady Tsunade, half the children I treat think medical ninja are front-line fighters now!”

The last comment came from a nurse who handled pediatric cases, earning a chuckle from the others.

Kitazawa hadn’t expected to be surrounded the moment he stepped inside, but in hindsight, it made sense. This was his first time back since the war with Hidden Mist Village. The doctors and nurses hadn’t seen him for months, and his fame had only grown since then—especially with his new title as Anbu Commander and Tsunade’s close ally.

Just then, Yakushi Nono appeared, her calm voice cutting through the chatter.

“Alright, everyone, don’t crowd him. Kitazawa has work to do at nine. Get ready for the observation.”

She smiled warmly, her tone gentle yet commanding.

At her words, the gathered medical ninja and nurses quickly dispersed, though not without sneaking a few admiring glances back at him.

“Lord Kitazawa, see you later!”

When the hall finally quieted, Nono turned to him with a knowing smile.

“You’re quite the celebrity now.”

Kitazawa sighed lightly. “Sometimes, too much attention can be troublesome.”

“If you visited the hospital more often, they’d get used to you,” Nono teased, then added with a small laugh, “Though I suppose Lady Tsunade and the Anbu don’t leave you much free time anymore.”

She’d already heard from Kabuto about Kitazawa’s new position—Anbu Commander and Vice Principal of the Ninja Academy. Even for a prodigy, that was a lot to juggle.

“I’ll be troubling you today, senpai,” Kitazawa said, handing her a sealed scroll.

Nono’s eyes widened slightly. “Is this… the jutsu for limb regeneration?”

She eagerly unrolled it, scanning the first few lines—and the more she read, the more her calm expression began to crumble into astonishment.

Even for a seasoned medical ninja, the structure and precision of this technique were breathtaking. It was a masterpiece of theory and chakra control—clearly the work of someone who understood both medicine and combat on a profound level.

“This… this is incredible,” she murmured, eyes still on the scroll. “Kitazawa, your achievements in medical ninjutsu may one day rival Lady Tsunade’s.”

Kitazawa smiled modestly. “Then I’d better keep working hard. I still have a long way to go before reaching Lady Tsunade’s level.”

“Even so,” Nono said earnestly, looking up at him, “you already stand far above the rest of us.” She hesitated, then asked, “Are you really allowing all medical ninja to learn this technique?”

Under normal circumstances, an S-rank technique like this would require years of service—or special permission from the Hokage—to even glimpse.

“The true worth of medical ninjutsu," Kitazawa replied calmly, “is in saving lives. The more people who learn the limb regeneration technique, the more hope Konoha will have.”

Nono studied him for a moment, then smiled softly. “That sentiment alone is worth engraving into the heart of every Medical Ninja.”

“It’s not that exaggerated.”

Kitazawa waved his hand dismissively. “This jutsu for limb regeneration is quite advanced. I’d estimate only Medical Jōnin could manage to learn it.”

“I understand.”

Nonō gently rolled up the scroll and nodded.

“It’s a pity there’s no way to lower the difficulty further,” Kitazawa added with a hint of regret.

Nonō smiled faintly and shook her head. “It’s already a miracle that such a medical ninjutsu exists at all. There’s no need to feel regret over it.”

“By the way,” Kitazawa suddenly mused, “does Konoha have any research on cloning technology?”

“No,” Nonō replied at once. “Cloning involves human experimentation, which is strictly prohibited.”

“Right…” Kitazawa murmured thoughtfully.

Still, his mind was already racing. 'If cloning technology exists anywhere, it would have to be with Orochimaru.'

“You’re not thinking—” Nonō began, then her eyes widened in realization. “Ah, I see. The limb regeneration Ninjutsu would pair perfectly with cloning technology.”

The jutsu’s major flaw was its cost—a shortened lifespan. Forcibly regenerating organs consumed vast amounts of chakra and cellular energy. But with cloning, it wouldn’t be regeneration anymore—it would be replacement, sparing the body’s vitality.

“You might want to bring this up to Lady Tsunade,” Nonō suggested after a moment’s thought.

Konoha had dabbled in human experimentation before—Root being the prime example. But she trusted both Tsunade and Kitazawa wouldn’t walk that same dark path.

“We’ll see,” Kitazawa said casually. He preferred to make use of what was already out there rather than reinvent the wheel. Conducting such research himself would be troublesome, time-consuming, and costly—with no guarantee of surpassing Orochimaru’s results.

After all, that snake had been the Ninja World’s greatest scientific mind.

Kitazawa rubbed his chin. In the original timeline, Orochimaru had maintained contact with Danzo even after defecting. That arm of Danzo’s—the one embedded with Sharingan—was Orochimaru’s work. It was cloned from Uchiha Shin’s tissue.

Shin wasn’t truly an Uchiha; he had taken the name out of obsession with Itachi. His unique physique could accept any transplanted organ, making him Orochimaru’s perfect test subject.

But now, Itachi hadn’t defected yet. So where exactly was Orochimaru now? Still within Akatsuki? Or already hiding in the Sound Village?

Perhaps the answer lay with the former Root agents.

“When will Lady Tsunade arrive?” Nonō asked, glancing at the wall clock.

“Nine o’clock,” Kitazawa replied with a grin. “She’s swamped with Hokage duties, but it’s about time. Let’s head to the operating room first.”

“Alright.”

Nonō stood and added, “Because there’ll be quite the audience, we’ve converted the largest operating room we have.”

Under her guidance, Kitazawa ascended to the rooftop—or more precisely, an open-air operating room.

The place was already crowded. Not just medical ninja, but elite Jōnin from across the village stood waiting. By Tsunade’s order, every available Jōnin had been summoned—Hiashi, Fugaku, Chōza, Kakashi, and others.

They had been whispering among themselves, puzzled by Tsunade’s vague summons.

When Kitazawa appeared, conversations quieted instantly.

“Kitazawa,” Hiashi called, stepping forward. “Do you happen to know why Hokage-sama called us here?”

“To watch a surgery,” Kitazawa replied, smiling faintly.

“A surgery?” Hiashi frowned, bewildered.

What kind of operation required the presence of every clan head and elite Jōnin?

“What sort of surgery could this be?” Chōza asked curiously.

Kitazawa merely said, “Let’s wait for Lady Tsunade to announce it herself.”

The gathered ninja exchanged glances.

On the other side stood Konoha’s medical ninja—among them Sakura and Kabuto.

“What’s with that look?” Kabuto asked, adjusting his glasses as he noticed Sakura’s barely contained excitement.

“I just really want to tell them!” Sakura whispered fiercely, shaking her fists.

She already knew what the surgery was about, but secrecy was strict—no leaks allowed.

“Kitazawa-sensei must have his reasons,” Kabuto said calmly. “Though I haven’t quite figured them out yet.”

Sakura’s eyes gleamed. “Whatever it is, it’s an honor to witness such a medical ninjutsu."

Kabuto nodded. “Indeed. Since the founding of the Medical Corps, no one’s ever attempted limb regeneration before.”

In the entire Ninja World, not a single similar technique existed.

“And we’ll even get to learn it someday!” Sakura added, her voice brimming with excitement.

Her idol was Tsunade—and now, she was walking right in her footsteps.

“You’ve got great talent, Sakura,” Kabuto admitted. “Learning limb regeneration will just be a matter of time for you.”

Her progress had even surprised him—a rare thing indeed.

The students of the Genius Class kept exceeding his expectations. With prodigies gathering one after another—and Kitazawa potentially rising as the next Hokage—the future of Konoha looked brighter than ever.

“Lady Tsunade has arrived!” Sakura suddenly called out, eyes shining.

“Hokage-sama,” the gathered Jōnin greeted in unison.

“Kitazawa, begin,” Tsunade said simply, giving him a nod.

“Understood. Kosuke-senpai, please.”

Maruboshi Kosuke stepped forward from the crowd.

Only then did Fugaku and the others notice him—and after a brief stunned silence, recognition flashed in their eyes.

A Genin with the strength of an elite Jōnin and a man respected by every Hokage—he was a legend in his own right.

But… he was the patient?

As the realization sank in, the confusion deepened.

Kosuke sat on the operating table, calmly removing his prosthetic leg. Below the knee, his left leg was entirely gone.

Setting the prosthetic aside, he lay back on the table—the air around him tense with anticipation.

“Nonō-senpai,” Kitazawa stepped forward, his voice calm yet firm. “You’ll handle the initial treatment.”

“Understood.”

Nonō raised her hands over Kosuke’s severed leg, her expression composed and professional.

Meanwhile, Kitazawa slipped on his gloves and unfurled a summoning scroll.

He planned to use White Zetsu cells for the surgery. Considering Kosuke’s advanced age, forcing him to expend too much life force could prove fatal—and that would make this public demonstration a complete failure.

Moments later, the chakra in the room began to stir.

Before everyone’s eyes, flesh and muscle started to knit together on Kosuke’s left leg, regenerating slowly and steadily.

“This… this is medical ninjutsu for limb regeneration?” Chōza blurted out, eyes wide.

“How is that possible?” Even the ever-composed Fugaku couldn’t hide his surprise.

For a fleeting moment, a thought crossed his mind—if limbs could regenerate, could the Sharingan as well? Many in his clan had lost eyes in battle. If this technique could restore them, it would change everything.

Of course, that was only theory. The Sharingan wasn’t an ordinary organ—it was a kekkei genkai.

Still, the idea lingered.

The other jōnin, however, weren’t thinking about clan politics. Their eyes gleamed with raw hope. With this Ninjutsu, no one would have to live permanently maimed again.

Some thought of their comrades who had lost limbs on missions, and their faces softened with joy and disbelief.

They were finally saved.

Time passed slowly.

After three long hours, the surgery was complete.

Kosuke’s left leg—once nothing but a stump—was now whole again.

“Congratulations, Kosuke-senpai,” Kitazawa said, wiping the sweat from his brow with a faint smile.

“T-Thank you! Thank you so much!” Kosuke’s voice trembled with emotion as he stared at his leg, flexing the newly formed muscles. He could hardly form coherent words.

No one blamed him; every ninja present understood the weight of that moment.

Tsunade proudly announced, "Kitazawa created this medical ninjutsu. Its effect—complete limb regeneration.”

“It really is limb regeneration?” Chōza gasped. “As expected of Hokage-sama’s student!”

“Truly remarkable,” Shibi added. “To create a Ninjutsu that has never existed before… Kitazawa is a genius among geniuses.”

“With this one jutsu, countless lives can be saved!”

“Hokage-sama’s judgment remains unparalleled—she truly knows how to recognize talent.”

“With Hokage-sama and Lord Kitazawa in charge, Konoha’s future is secure!”

The jōnin’s voices filled the rooftop with praise. Some of it was genuine admiration, some simple flattery—after all, Tsunade had just ascended as Hokage, and Kitazawa was her prized disciple.

Tsunade’s lips curved into a satisfied smile.

Her goal had been achieved.

Kitazawa had already earned military merit on the battlefield, and now—by unveiling limb regeneration—his prestige had reached its peak.

If not for her and Jiraiya, he could have easily been chosen as the Fifth Hokage.

He couldn’t take the title now—but someday, he would.

Tsunade was certain of it.

“I should mention,” she added, her tone returning to its usual seriousness, “this jutsu does have a side effect. It consumes a portion of the user’s lifespan.”

“This small price is nothing compared to what it gives!” Chōza said immediately.

Many Akimichi had lost limbs through their clan’s secret techniques. In battle, when they used Partial Multi-Size or Giantification, their limbs often became prime targets.

“Agreed,” Fugaku said firmly. “For a ninja, every mission risks our life. Sacrificing a few years to regain one’s body is a bargain.”

After all, few shinobi lived to see old age.

Tsunade raised her hand, quieting the crowd. “I have two announcements.”

The rooftop fell silent.

“First,” she said, “the hospital will compile a list of every disabled ninja in the village.”

“Yes, Lady Tsunade,” Nonō replied immediately.

“Report anyone you know,” Tsunade instructed, her voice resolute. “No one must be overlooked.”

“Yes, Hokage-sama,” the others responded in unison. Many already thought of comrades who could finally walk—or fight—again.

“Second,” Tsunade continued, “a Medical Ninja training class will be established. Kitazawa will instruct, and all medical Jōnin will participate. The curriculum will include the limb regeneration Ninjutsu.”

Fugaku and the others exchanged surprised looks.

They had assumed Tsunade and Kitazawa would keep such a technique exclusive. After all, monopolizing it would have cemented their influence—no one would dare oppose those who could literally give back limbs.

But she was sharing it freely.

The gesture was bold, and it spoke volumes.

Tsunade wasn’t Hiruzen Sarutobi. Her leadership was decisive, transparent, and rooted in care for the village.

For the first time in years, the clan heads felt genuine trust in the Hokage.

【Current Mission: Have five Medical Ninja master limb regeneration.】
【Reward: Master-level Yang Release Chakra Nature Transformation.】
【Accept?】

Kitazawa’s eyes narrowed slightly.

A new system mission—unexpected, but enticing.

He had already seen the immense power of proficient-level Yang Release; master-level would be another world entirely.

He also had an ongoing mission to modify the forbidden technique: Cellular Activation. With this upgrade, the process could be completed in half the time.

Still, training five medical ninja to this level wouldn’t be easy.

Four names immediately came to mind—Tsunade, Shizune, Nonō, and Kabuto.

He just needed one more.

“The surgery is complete,” Tsunade finally said, breaking his thoughts. “Everyone, return for now. Submit the lists as soon as possible—the hospital will begin scheduling the operations.”

“Yes, Hokage-sama!” the crowd replied, bowing respectfully before dispersing.

But even as the rooftop emptied, whispers spread like wildfire.

By nightfall, the news had swept through the entire village.

Kitazawa—the prodigious student of Tsunade—had created a medical ninjutsu capable of regenerating limbs.

And before long, even beyond Konoha’s borders, the story reached every hidden village.

In a matter of hours, Kitazawa’s name had spread across the Ninja World—hailed as the second greatest medical ninja after Tsunade herself.

[NNSS] Chapter : 81 - The Reveal

Roshi slept more soundly that night than he had in weeks. When he finally woke the next morning, sunlight was already streaming through the paper windows—and he realized he was the last one up.

Itachi had clearly gone home and returned; his clothes were different now, and he was sitting at the table with Anko, quietly eating dango.

Those two really would never get tired of dango.

Besides the skewers, there were rice balls, tamagoyaki, and grilled fish neatly arranged on the low table, along with a small paper bag containing a towel and a new toothbrush.

“Mom made breakfast,” Itachi said softly. “She knew I came back late last night, so she packed extra. The towel and toothbrush are new, Captain—you can use them.”

The cool splash of water on his face washed away the last traces of sleep. When he returned, Roshi picked up a rice ball, taking a slow bite as Anko spoke between mouthfuls of dango.

“Hokage-sama sent a messenger,” she said. “He wants us at the Hokage Building after we’ve rested.”

“Mm.” Roshi’s reply was casual, almost absentminded.

Anko’s eyes gleamed with expectation. “A commendation, right? It has to be! That diplomatic mission nearly killed us!”

Itachi quietly countered, “The one who did the hard work was the captain. We were just assisting.”

Anko pointed a dango stick at him. “Nonsense! Without foolish subordinates, how can the captain’s brilliance shine through?”

Itachi fell silent, unsure how to respond.

Anko grinned in triumph.

After breakfast, Team 5 made their way to the Hokage Building. Word of their successful mission had already spread throughout the village, though most people didn’t know who exactly had been involved—only that the team leader was a young Jonin named Roshi.

For now, he remained more rumor than image.

Inside the Hokage’s office, only Hiruzen was present; Shikaku and Koharu were elsewhere.

“You must still be tired,” Hiruzen began warmly. “I’m sorry to summon you so soon.”

As always, the Third Hokage led with kindness before getting to business.

“First,” he continued, “news of your success has greatly lifted morale. Koharu suggested holding a formal celebration, but I’d like to hear your thoughts first, Roshi.”

Boost morale? Rebuild the Senju name? Or simply create a new hero for the people?

Roshi shook his head. “The mission’s success was thanks to the entire village’s strength. The front lines are still fighting—we shouldn’t claim all the credit.”

Hiruzen nodded in approval. “Understood.”

“Second,” he went on, “the village will record one S-rank mission completion for each member of Team 5. Your remuneration will be processed shortly.”

“Third…” His expression softened with faint apology. “You’re granted three days of rest in the village. Given the current state of affairs, that’s the best we can offer.”

Three days was already generous for a Jonin during wartime. Roshi had no complaints.

“Finally, there are logistical matters to handle with Sunagakure regarding material transfers. Some of those details will need your assistance.”

Roshi nodded. “Understood.”

Once the arrangements were complete, the Hokage dismissed them to enjoy their short respite.

Naturally, the team gathered that evening for a simple celebratory meal. Afterward, while the others rested, Roshi returned to his quiet training routine, filling one blank scroll after another with notes and practice results.

A few days later, Hayami Shigeru stopped by.

“Everyone thinks your promotion to Jonin is worth celebrating,” he said.

Roshi immediately knew who “everyone” meant. This time, he didn’t refuse. Gaining fame meant little to him—but rituals like these strengthened camaraderie within the ranks.

“You can arrange the time and place,” he said.

Hayami left, visibly pleased.

Team 5’s brief vacation passed peacefully. But the world beyond Konoha didn’t stop turning simply because a small corner of it had paused.

Not everyone was content to watch the Leaf regain its footing—or to wait for Kumo’s official response to Konoha’s envoy.

On the final day of his leave, just as a rare moment of peace began to settle, an emergency report shattered the calm born from the Sunagakure alliance.

Iwagakure had launched a large-scale invasion.

Over a thousand Iwa shinobi surged southward like a red tide, crossing the Grass Country border and striking directly at the Kannabi Bridge line.

The messenger hawks’ shrill cries tore through the skies again and again.

Roshi was summoned.

Before he left, Grandma Momoka called after him.

“Roshi,” her voice was calm but heavy, “are you truly not going to turn back?”

He stopped at the doorway, not looking back. “No.”

Momoka’s eyelids lowered slightly. “…Then go.”

“Please take care of yourself,” he said quietly, and stepped out.

This time, the summons wasn’t to the Hokage Building, but to the cliff above the Hokage Rock.

Hiruzen stood at the edge, the wind tugging at his robes as he looked down over the sprawling village below. Behind him waited two Anbu operatives Roshi recognized instantly—because their faces were too distinct to forget.

Yamato—code-named Tenzo.
And Kakashi Hatake.

“Roshi.”

“Hokage-sama.”

“Iwa has deployed its Jinchuriki.”

Roshi’s eyes narrowed. So that was why the front line had collapsed so swiftly. With two Jinchuriki under their banner, Iwa certainly had the power to overwhelm defenses.

“The situation is escalating quickly,” Hiruzen continued, his gaze never leaving the village below. “Uchiha Shisui has already led an elite Military Police unit to the Land of Hot Water front line.”

The Land of Hot Water? To guard against Kumogakure possibly sending out their own Jinchuriki?

Roshi glanced toward Tenzo and immediately understood why he alone had been summoned.

This mission would require power—his power.

Itachi was still too young, and Anko lacked the means to fight a Jinchuriki head-on. Grandma’s question earlier that morning echoed faintly in his mind. That had been her final attempt… to dissuade him, and perhaps to let the village continue pretending ignorance of what he could truly do.

“I’ve recalled Jiraiya,” Hiruzen said. “But even he will be strained facing two Jinchuriki at once.”

His eyes turned to Roshi. “You can assist him, can’t you? I need a definite answer.”

The wind howled against the cliff, carrying the tension of unspoken resolve.

Roshi was silent for a long time before finally replying. “I can.”

Hiruzen exhaled deeply, then turned to face him. “Then I’ll leave it to you.”

His tone hardened. “Jonin Roshi—effective immediately, you are reassigned to the Anbu ranks for this operation. You’ll resume your Jonin status after it’s complete.”

“Your teammates will be Kakashi and Tenzo. You’re already familiar with their abilities from the last assessment.”

“Kakashi has more seniority and mission experience, so he’ll lead the team.”

Roshi nodded. With Kakashi’s tactical precision, he had no objections. It was rare—and almost comforting—not to have to think ahead for once.

Anbu assignment, concealment of identity—so the Hokage intended to keep his Wood Release hidden. That was fine by Roshi. Revealing it recklessly would serve no one.

Without the unmatched strength of the First Hokage, even a Wood Release user needed to tread carefully.

Conventional ninjutsu was enough for most fights. But when the time came, when a single strike could decide life or death, the element of surprise would be his greatest weapon.

“The front line’s situation is urgent,” Hiruzen said gravely. “Report to the Anbu headquarters and depart as soon as you’re equipped.”

[NNSS] Chapter : 80 - After-effects

Between Iwagakure and Suna stretched a string of small nations—from east to west lay the Land of Rain, the Land of Birds, the Land of Stones, and finally, the Land of Silence.

Because of Hanzō’s fearsome reputation in the past, both Iwagakure and Sunagakure preferred to avoid battle on the Land of Rain’s soil whenever possible.

Instead, the Land of Birds, the Land of Stones, and the Land of Silence had long served as the two great villages’ battlegrounds of contention.

For Suna, the northern edge of the Land of Wind bordered the Land of Birds and the Land of Stones—a region of lifeless mountains eroded by endless sandstorms. Jagged paths cut through the barren landscape, making travel and supply routes difficult. The area’s strategic value was limited, and the truly prosperous parts of the Land of Wind lay far to the south. As such, Sunagakure left only one or two watchtowers for surveillance. The true focal point of the northern front had always been the border near the Land of Silence.

At that very moment, Ōnoki sat within a massive fortress carved directly into a mountainside of solid stone along the southwestern border of the Land of Earth.

“Tsuchikage-sama, urgent intelligence.”

An Iwa Anbu knelt before him, presenting a scroll with both hands.

Ōnoki took it, unrolled it, and scanned the message.

“Homura Mitokado, on an envoy mission to Kumo… has already reached the Land of Hot Water?”

“The Raikage has shown no further movements…”

Ōnoki’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Although still young, that man surpasses even his father in diplomacy.”

It had only been a test—an attempt to meddle with Kumo’s negotiations with Konoha. Yet the fact that it succeeded caught even the Third Tsuchikage off guard.

When Akatsuki relayed the news, it surprised him enough to take them more seriously. Mercenaries they may be—but competent ones.

Unfortunately, the Raikage proved more rational than expected, and the schemes targeting Sunagakure had not borne fruit. The Kazekage’s stance remained elusive—neither committing nor rejecting Iwagakure’s subtle overtures.

Now, it was time to make a new choice. Ōnoki gazed out at the horizon, the weight of war etched into his weathered face.

News of Team 5’s triumphant return spread quickly, and cheers erupted throughout the outpost.

Anko couldn’t help but grin. Her time in Suna had been anything but easy—the harsh environment was one thing, but the trip back felt like being escorted home under heavy guard.

Still, the warmth of her teammates instantly melted away days of exhaustion. Even Itachi’s usually calm eyes softened a little.

Roshi didn’t interrupt the rare moment of relaxation. Instead, he quietly pulled the Chunin captain aside to debrief him.

“So, the Village sent an envoy to Kumo?” He confirmed after listening. “They’ve already crossed the Land of Fire and are waiting for a response in the Land of Hot Water?”

He nodded slowly, understanding now why Suna had been so eager to send them back. The goal was clear—finalize their agreement before Kumo accepted the envoy.

At this stage, Konoha’s offer to Sunagakure still held weight, and the village would want to seal the deal swiftly—to show Kumo that Konoha remained stable, thereby pressuring them to accept negotiations.

After a brief rest at the outpost, Team 5 set off again and reached Konoha late that night.

During this tense period, the village gates were heavily guarded—checkpoints doubled, and Uchiha Fugaku himself led the patrols.

The stern captain’s gaze swept over the three dust-covered figures, pausing on his son for just a moment before giving Roshi a brief nod and waving them through.

Their return was immediately reported to the Hokage Building.

The Hokage’s office glowed with lamplight. Hiruzen, Koharu, and Shikaku were already waiting.

Roshi wasted no time on formalities. He reported the mission’s outcome—his discussions with Ebizo and Rasa, the agreed terms, and his assessment of Sunagakure’s attitude.

“Although they’ve promised to maintain the alliance, their position remains unstable,” Roshi concluded. “It’s hard to count on them to join us against Iwagakure on the western front. They might even turn a blind eye—or worse, quietly cooperate.”

He spoke plainly, without embellishment. Yet none of the senior figures seemed alarmed.

“You’ve completed the envoy mission successfully,” said Hiruzen, setting the tone. “Given the circumstances, preventing Sunagakure from siding with Iwagakure is already a success.”

Koharu gave a slight nod of agreement.

Shikaku, ever calm and pragmatic, rose from his seat, smiling as he patted Roshi on the shoulder.

“The outcome you brought back is the best we could’ve hoped for. It’s enough to announce publicly and keep morale steady.”

“You’ve worked hard, Roshi,” Hiruzen added gently. “Rest now. The next battles will still need you.”

Roshi bowed slightly, said nothing more, and left the office.

Outside, the night air was cool and heavy. Anko was yawning exaggeratedly, while Itachi leaned against the wall with his eyes closed, deep in thought.

For a moment, Roshi just stood there, exhaustion washing over him like a tide.

When Anko saw him, she lazily slung an arm around his shoulder, half leaning on him. “So? What did the old man say?”

“Mission accomplished. Go home and sleep.”

“That’s it?” she complained, rubbing her eyes. “What about the credit? The reward? A feast, at least—”

“Later,” Roshi said, smiling faintly. “First, rest.”

“Fine, fine…” she muttered, then rubbed her stomach. “But I’m starving, Captain. Can’t we get something to eat first?”

“At this hour? Everything’s closed,” Roshi replied.

“I have food at home,” Itachi said quietly, but before he could elaborate, Anko’s eyes lit up. “Wait! I still have instant noodles at home!”

“Enough for three?” Roshi asked.

“Probably,” she said uncertainly, then added confidently, “Yeah, definitely enough!”

Itachi sighed quietly. Roshi could only smile. “…Then let’s go to your place for instant noodles.”

Back at Anko’s small, cluttered apartment, a quick search revealed only two cups of instant noodles.

Roshi was silent for a long moment. His gaze slowly lifted to the guilty-looking kunoichi.

Without a word, he reached out and pinched her cheek, tugging it lightly. “This is what you meant by ‘definitely enough’?”

“Mmph—ow—! We can share them in bowls!” she mumbled, her words slurred by his grip. “Captain, you’re the boss, you can eat less! Itachi’s still a kid, he doesn’t need much either—”

“You’re the one who should eat less!” Roshi retorted, finally letting go.

In the end, Itachi silently boiled water while Roshi found the bowls. The sound of bubbling water filled the quiet room.

Two cups of noodles were split into three bowls.

After the warm meal, the exhaustion of the long journey returned all at once. Roshi looked up to see Anko already slumped asleep on the tatami, while Itachi had curled up in the corner, breathing softly.

He sighed. He should clean up.

…Maybe later.

Closing his eyes, Roshi lay down where he was.

Tonight, that was enough.

[NSSSG] [ARC-07-FINAL] Chapter : 263 - Fifth Hokage's Kiss

Kitazawa stepped forward and bowed slightly.

“Let’s go.”

Tsunade waited until he finished, then said quietly, “It’s about time. Let’s grab some lunch.”

“At home?” Kitazawa asked, glancing at her.

“No. I want to drink.”

Her tone left no room for doubt.

Kitazawa sighed, rubbing his temple. “That’s a problem. Shizune-senpai definitely won’t approve… and you still have work this afternoon.”

Tsunade just stared at him silently.

“…Should I go to work for you, then?” Kitazawa offered half-jokingly.

A faint smile curved her lips. “Good. Seems I didn’t misjudge you.”

She clapped his shoulder, and the two headed toward a nearby izakaya.

At the Izakaya

“Lady Tsunade, a toast to you.”

Kitazawa raised his glass with a smile. “Congratulations on becoming the Fifth Hokage.”

“There’s nothing to celebrate,” she muttered, clinking glasses before downing her drink in one go.

“You don’t seem in the best mood,” Kitazawa said lightly. “How about we gamble—with drinks?”

That earned a spark in her eye.

“You’re on! I’m getting you drunk today!”

“Why do you want to get me drunk?” Kitazawa asked dryly.

“I’ve never seen you drunk before,” she replied with a mischievous grin. “I want to know if you’ll go crazy. Sounds fun, doesn’t it?”

“You say that like I’ve ever lost before,” Kitazawa teased. “Every time we drink, I win.”

“Hah! Don’t get cocky!” Tsunade slammed her hand on the table. “Today, I’ll crush that arrogance!”

“Then let’s begin.”

They played rock-paper-scissors.

Tsunade inhaled deeply, biting her lip in mock seriousness before throwing her hand forward.

Unsurprisingly, she lost.

“Please drink, Lady Tsunade,” Kitazawa said politely.

“Again!” she barked, taking a drink and throwing another round.

Glass after glass.

Ten minutes later, Tsunade’s cheeks were flushed a lovely crimson, and her confident smirk had turned to a lazy grin.

“Lady Tsunade, maybe take a break and eat something,” Kitazawa suggested.

“No!”

Tsunade leaned forward, gripping his shoulders. “Again!”

A faint blur of pale skin entered his vision. Kitazawa cleared his throat. “At least eat a little first.”

“You saying no to me?” she challenged, glaring.

“If you throw me out, who’ll drink with you? And who’ll do your work later?” he replied evenly.

Tsunade froze, staring at him for a moment—then sat down with a huff. “Fine. Eat, eat.”

She began stuffing food into her mouth with puffed cheeks, and Kitazawa couldn’t help but smile.

Cute.

“When’s the Jōnin vote next week?” he asked between bites.

He had classes coming up—except Monday.

“Mmm… Monday,” Tsunade mumbled with her mouth full.

“Perfect. No schedule conflicts, then.”

He smiled. “No need to skip class.”

“If you’re too busy, just… send a Shadow Clone,” she murmured, voice slurred.

“Something this important? I’ll attend in person,” Kitazawa replied.

“It’s just a formality anyway,” Tsunade said, waving a hand. “Pour me another drink.”

“Alright. Consider it a congratulatory gift,” Kitazawa said, refilling her glass. “You’ll like it.”

“Hah, that’s hard to do,” she said with a teasing smile before gulping down another drink.

A trail of sake slid from the corner of her lips, down her chin, tracing her fair skin.

“What day’s your inauguration ceremony?” he asked.

“Saturday,” she replied, eyes hazy. “More villagers and shinobi can attend.”

“Makes sense,” Kitazawa said, placing a piece of fried fish in her bowl.

Tsunade sat up straight, shaking her head—and the motion made her kimono strain slightly at the chest.

Kitazawa blinked, momentarily stunned.

“Let’s keep drinking!” she declared, biting into the fish. “I’ll win this time!”

“Maybe we can drink another day—”

“What kind of talk is that?” she interrupted. “Real drinking means going until you drop!”

Kitazawa sighed. There was no stopping her now.

Five minutes later, Tsunade had downed six more glasses.

Then she slumped forward onto the table, her kimono slightly disheveled.

“Drink… more…” she mumbled, raising her glass weakly.

Lying on her side, she tried to sip—but the angle was wrong, and she ended up licking the rim instead, like a cat tasting milk.

Kitazawa froze.

The sight of the Fifth Hokage—flushed, unfocused, and lazily licking her drink—was… devastating.

He swallowed hard. “Lady Tsunade… maybe it’s time to head home.”

“I… don’t need rest!” she protested, shoving a half-full glass toward him. “You drink too!”

“We’ll drink next time.”

He gently caught her wrist.

“Next time, then,” Tsunade muttered, snorting softly. “You’re… too weak.”

“You’re already drunk, and I’m the weak one?” Kitazawa sighed, taking the glass from her and finishing it. “The wine’s gone. Let’s go.”

“No!”

She leaned back, arms crossed.

Kitazawa chuckled and began clearing the table.

“Wait! Don’t touch that!”

She stood up abruptly, stumbling forward—straight into his arms.

Four words flashed through his mind: Charging with the ball.

“We’ll drink when we get back,” he said, steadying her by the waist.

“You better not lie to me,” she mumbled against his chest.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Kitazawa said softly, smiling.

“Fine. I’ll trust you—just this once,” she muttered, poking his chest before swaying off toward home.

Kitazawa followed quickly, shaking his head.

“Drinking with you is more fun than drinking with Shizune,” Tsunade said as a cool breeze hit them, clearing her head slightly.

“If she heard that, she’d be heartbroken,” Kitazawa laughed.

“Not my fault! She never lets me drink properly!”

“That’s because she cares about you,” Kitazawa said gently.

“Hmph.”

Tsunade turned her head away but didn’t argue.

“By the way,” Kitazawa said suddenly, “since I’m covering your shift this afternoon, is there anything I should know?”

“No… nothing,” Tsunade said after thinking for a moment. “If anything comes up, find Shikaku.”

They chatted idly as they walked until they reached Tsunade’s door.

“Kitazawa,” she said suddenly, leaning against the frame, looking at him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, tilting his head.

“I’ll give you a gift,” she said with a faint smile. “For luck.”

“Luck?” Kitazawa blinked. You and luck… that’s new.

Tsunade stepped closer, motioning for him to bend down. “You’re too tall. Come here.”

Kitazawa froze for a heartbeat.
Wait… could this be… Tsunade’s forehead kiss?

The First Hokage’s necklace and the legendary kiss? That had to be some kind of ultimate buff.

He bent down.

Tsunade placed her hands on his shoulders. Her eyes, still a little hazy, softened as they met his.

For a moment, her mind drifted—to the warmth of his embrace when he’d treated her hemophobia, to the illusion of that beautiful dream he’d once shown her.

Before she realized it, she leaned forward and kissed him.

Not on the forehead—on the lips.

Her eyes snapped open.

She froze. Completely sober now.

That… was not what she meant to do.

Tsunade stared at Kitazawa, heart hammering wildly in her chest—a feeling she hadn’t known in years.

After several stunned seconds, she stepped back abruptly, turned, and hurried inside.

The door shut behind her with a soft thud.

Inside, Tsunade leaned against it, gasping quietly.

“What… what was that?” she whispered, touching her lips.

Outside, Kitazawa exhaled slowly.

“…How did a forehead kiss turn into that?”

He stood there for a moment, then shook his head and turned toward the Hokage Building.

“Not bad,” he muttered under his breath with a faint grin. “Guess I broke the ‘death kiss’ rumor.”

When Kitazawa entered the Hokage’s office, Shizune looked up, startled.

“Kitazawa? Why are you here? Where’s Lady Tsunade?”

“Not gambling,” he said quickly. “She’s… finalizing the last step of the limb-regeneration technique for me.”

“The last step?” Shizune blinked. “If that’s true, it could help countless shinobi.”

Kitazawa nodded, a knowing smile on his lips.

“Exactly.”

"Lady Tsunade thinks so too."

Kitazawa replied evenly, his expression unreadable. “I’ll be working for her this afternoon.”

“Mm.”

Shizune nodded, apparently satisfied. “Then have a seat.”

“It wouldn’t be proper for me to sit in the Hokage’s chair.”

Kitazawa raised an eyebrow.

“Are you saying you’re not interested in the position of Hokage?” Shizune countered playfully.

“Lady Tsunade hasn’t even been officially appointed yet, and you’re already jumping ahead?”

Kitazawa stepped closer, smirking. “Shizune-senpai, you sound suspiciously like you’re scheming something.”

“I think you could be the Sixth Hokage,” Shizune teased with a small smile.

“That’s a bit too early to talk about,” Kitazawa replied, glancing at the documents on the desk. “Let’s get to work first.”

Hours passed in quiet efficiency.

The afternoon sunlight gradually slanted across the office.

“Your work efficiency is impressive,” Shizune commented, setting down her pen. “Honestly, you’re better than Lady Tsunade at this.”

“You and Lady Tsunade really do have a… mutually harmful relationship,” Kitazawa mused, recalling Tsunade’s teasing remark from their lunch.

“What mutual harm?” Shizune blinked in confusion.

“Nothing,” he deflected smoothly. “So, what’s the plan for tonight? My place?”

“That works,” Shizune said after thinking for a moment. “I’ll pick up groceries on my way.”

“Then I’ll go home first and wait for you.” Kitazawa stood, stretching.

“When you get home, check on Lady Tsunade,” Shizune said with clenched fists. “If she’s gone gambling again, I swear I’ll drag her back myself!”

Kitazawa chuckled. “You’re truly the perfect Hokage’s secretary. See you later.”

He left the office.

When Kitazawa arrived home, he went next door and hesitated for a few seconds before knocking.

No answer.

“Don’t tell me she actually went to the casino…” he muttered.

Taking out a spare key, he quietly unlocked the door and stepped inside.

He slipped off his shoes and made his way toward Tsunade’s room. The door was ajar.

There she was—sprawled across the bed, still in her clothes, sleeping soundly.

Kitazawa’s gaze flickered to the gentle rise and fall of her chest.

Four words crossed his mind: the highest when lying down.

He quickly looked away and knocked softly on the doorframe.

“Which bastard is it?” came Tsunade’s groggy, irritated voice.

“It’s me—the bastard in question.” Kitazawa grinned.

Tsunade’s eyes snapped open. She sat up, rubbing her temple.

Memories of earlier—the drinking, the kiss—flooded back in an instant.

Her face stiffened; she bit her lip.

“Lady Tsunade,” Kitazawa said lightly, as if nothing had happened. “Shizune-senpai went to buy groceries. We’re having dinner at my place tonight.”

“Mm.” Tsunade waved her hand. “You go first. I’ll be there soon.”

“Don’t be late, or she will start getting suspicious.”

With that, Kitazawa turned and left.

Tsunade watched his retreating back and let out a soft snort. “As expected… thick-skinned.”

But her heartbeat gradually steadied—after all, she was Tsunade.

Dinner at Kitazawa’s home was lively as usual—Tsunade, Shizune, Kurenai, Karin, and her mother gathered around the table.

Laughter and conversation flowed easily, as if nothing had changed.

Another night passed, and dawn broke into a new week.

Monday.

The village buzzed with excitement—it was the day of the Jonin vote.

Since Konoha’s founding, this was only the fifth Jonin vote in history.

“I should’ve applied for Jonin right after the war,” Kurenai sighed, visibly regretful.

As a non-Jonin, she couldn’t participate.

“Doesn’t really matter,” Kitazawa said with a faint smile. “The outcome’s already decided.”

“There’s still a difference,” Kurenai countered, giving him a sidelong look. “At least we’d be showing our support in front of Lady Tsunade.”

“If you really want to support her,” Kitazawa said thoughtfully, “become her first Jonin after she officially becomes Hokage.”

“That’s actually a great idea!” Kurenai’s eyes lit up. “I’ll apply next week. By then, I’ll have mastered Wind Release: Rasengan!”

Kitazawa chuckled. “Then I wish you success in advance.”

Given her current abilities—Genjutsu, Sealing Techniques, enhanced strength, and even Wind Release: Rasengan—Kurenai already met the Jonin standards.

“Just don’t forget our bet,” Kurenai added with a teasing smile.

“I haven’t forgotten,” Kitazawa replied, sipping his milk. “But you’ve already lost. I’ll complete the limb regeneration jutsu before next week.”

“No one can say that for sure until the end!” Kurenai huffed.

“Then let’s wait and see.”

Just as Kitazawa finished his breakfast, a knock came from the door.

“I’ll handle the dishes,” Kurenai said. “You check who it is. You’ll need to head to the Hokage Building anyway.”

“Alright.”

Kitazawa opened the door.

“Kitazawa-sensei,” greeted Kabuto.

“Morning, Kabuto,” Kitazawa nodded.

“I’ll head to the Hokage Building with you,” Kabuto explained. As a Jonin, he also had to participate in the vote.

“Let’s go.”

They walked together.

“When will our team start taking new missions?” Kabuto asked.

“You just had a week off and already can’t sit still?” Kitazawa gave him a side glance.

“We want to keep improving, so we won’t be a burden to you,” Kabuto said sincerely.

Kitazawa smiled faintly. “I was just appointed as Anbu Commander.”

Kabuto’s eyes widened. “Anbu Commander? Congratulations, Kitazawa-sensei!”

“Since you’re a Jonin and Izumi and Torune are Chunin with superior skill, you’re all qualified to join the Anbu,” Kitazawa explained. “Once you join, you can form your own squad and take missions freely.”

“Understood. We’ll follow your lead,” Kabuto agreed.

Kitazawa rubbed his chin, thinking.

He needed four trusted subordinates—Kurenai, Kabuto, Izumi, and Torune fit perfectly.

All four were capable and already loyal.

“Kitazawa!”

Gai’s booming voice cut through the crowd. He was with Kakashi and Asuma.

“Kitazawa!” Gai shouted again as he jogged over. “Asuma said the Anbu’s recruiting—is that true?”

Kitazawa raised an eyebrow. “You want to join the Anbu?”

“Why not? I’m ready to bring my youth to the shadows!” Guy declared proudly, flashing a thumbs-up.

Behind him, Asuma frantically waved his hands, mouthing don’t encourage him.

Kitazawa stifled a laugh. “You can sign up first.”

“Excellent!” Gai cheered.

“Kakashi,” Kitazawa turned to him, “thinking of rejoining the Anbu?”

“No,” Kakashi said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Being a teacher suits me just fine.”

Asuma folded his arms. “Funny. My old man wants me to take charge of a team soon.”

“The new Ino-Shika-Cho generation?” Kakashi asked knowingly.

“You know too?” Asuma raised an eyebrow.

“Who doesn’t know the Sarutobi Clan’s connection with the Ino-Shika-Cho?” Kitazawa added with a chuckle.

Gai scratched his head, confused. “Wait—what connection?”

Asuma sighed and patiently explained it to him as they reached the meeting room.

Inside, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation.

A third of the Jonin had already arrived.

“Lord Kitazawa,” several Jonin greeted respectfully as he entered.

“Clan Head Fugaku,” Kitazawa greeted when he spotted the Uchiha leader.

“Kitazawa,” Fugaku said with a forced smile. “Has your Anbu recruitment concluded? Many Uchiha wish to serve the village.”

Kitazawa managed to keep a straight face. “Not yet. There are many applicants this time—it’ll take a while.”

“Many?” Fugaku’s smile wavered slightly.

“Yes, from all major clans.”

Fugaku’s irritation was well-hidden, but it was there. Why hadn’t the other clans shown this enthusiasm under Hiruzen?

Still, he remained confident. The Uchiha were Konoha’s strongest clan, after all.

By nine o’clock, the hall was full.

Kitazawa, Kakashi, Gai, and Kabuto sat together in the third row, though Kitazawa’s rank entitled him to the front. He didn’t care.

The doors opened.

Tsunade entered, followed by the two advisors—Homura and Koharu.

Her eyes scanned the room, lingering on Kitazawa a heartbeat longer than necessary.

That fleeting memory—the kiss—flickered through her mind before she forced it away.

“Shikaku, begin the vote,” Tsunade said briskly.

“Yes, Hokage-sama.” Shikaku began distributing the special ballots.

Kitazawa raised an eyebrow. “Lady Tsunade’s presiding over her own election?”

Kakashi gave a low hum—he’d noticed too. Traditionally, the previous Hokage oversaw the vote.

Still, Kitazawa took his pen and calmly wrote “Tsunade” on his ballot.

After everyone voted, the ballots were tallied.

“Lady Tsunade has received the most votes,” Shikaku announced.

No one was surprised.

“Tomorrow will be the civilian vote,” Tsunade said. “Shikaku will oversee it. The police force will maintain order.”

“Yes, Hokage-sama!” everyone chorused.

“Meeting adjourned.”

She turned and left decisively.

“Lady Tsunade’s a woman of few words,” Asuma said with a grin. “If it were my old man, we’d still be here till noon.”

Kitazawa patted his shoulder. “Aren’t you afraid he’ll hear that?”

“He won’t be Hokage soon, so it’s fine.”

Filial piety, truly. Kitazawa chuckled.

“I’m heading back to the Academy,” Kakashi said. “Still have to finish my Lightning Release research.”

“Hey, Kakashi! How about a youthful race to the Academy?” Gai challenged.

“No thanks,” Kakashi deadpanned.

Kitazawa smiled. “Asuma, this is my student, Yakushi Kabuto.”

“Asuma-senpai,” Kabuto greeted politely.

“I’ve heard of you,” Asuma said warmly. “A talented medic and Wind Release user.”

Kitazawa got to the point. “Today, please process the applications for my three students to join the Anbu.”

“Of course,” Asuma agreed without hesitation.

Kabuto, Torune, and Izumi already met the requirements—and being Kitazawa’s students sealed the deal.

“Kabuto, go find Torune and Izumi,” Kitazawa instructed. “Meet Asuma at the Anbu Office.”

“Yes, Kitazawa-sensei.”

Kitazawa nodded. “Alright then—see you next time.”

After leaving the meeting room, Kitazawa made his way to the Hokage’s Office.

“Come in.”
Tsunade looked up from her paperwork as the door knocked.

When her gaze met Kitazawa’s, a faint, indescribable feeling stirred within her—one she quickly buried beneath composure.

“Kitazawa, what brings you here?” she asked, her tone steady.

“Lady Tsunade, do you remember what I mentioned yesterday at noon?” Kitazawa asked with a faint smile.

“I forgot,” Tsunade said flatly, narrowing her eyes. “Just say what you came to say.”

“This is my gift to you.”
Kitazawa held out a scroll.

“Medical Ninjutsu for limb regeneration?” Tsunade unrolled it, skimming the contents. Surprise flashed in her eyes. “You really succeeded?”

“Just a stroke of luck,” Kitazawa replied modestly.

“How can an S-rank Medical Ninjutsu be ‘luck’?” Tsunade murmured, studying the formula intently.

“I should be thanking you, Lady Tsunade, for your help and guidance,” Kitazawa said with an easy smile.

“I didn’t do much—it’s your achievement,” she admitted, exhaling softly after she finished reading. “With this Ninjutsu, countless shinobi will be given a new lease on life.”

Her words were no exaggeration. For a ninja, losing a limb meant losing not only strength but their entire purpose. If both hands were gone, they could never fight again.

“This technique shouldn’t be locked away in some vault,” Tsunade said thoughtfully. “It should be taught—every Medical Jonin should learn it.”

“I agree.” Kitazawa nodded.

The broader its reach, the greater the system’s reward would be—and curiosity burned within him about what kind of prize awaited this time.

“You’re remarkably generous,” Tsunade said, still looking at him with quiet admiration.

To hand over a medical ninjutsu of this caliber so freely was unheard of in Konoha’s history.

“Since you’ve become Hokage, it’s only proper to bring a gift of congratulations,” Kitazawa said seriously.

“Have you already mastered it yourself?” she asked, averting her gaze slightly.

“Yes,” he replied with a calm nod. “It’s stable.”

“Good. After the succession ceremony, perform the first surgery at Konoha Hospital. All medical ninjas and Jonin will attend and observe,” Tsunade decided after a moment’s thought.

Her words were both an endorsement and a stage—an opportunity to promote the new Ninjutsu and raise Kitazawa’s standing at the same time.

“Thank you, Lady Tsunade.” Kitazawa’s eyes lit up.

It was a perfect plan.

“Other villages—like the Hidden Mist—suffered many amputations during the war,” Tsunade continued. “We could offer them treatment… for a price.”

“That’s a sound idea.” Kitazawa nodded. “They’d surely pay handsomely for the chance.”

“Who will be your first patient?” she asked, setting the scroll aside.

“Maruboshi Kosuke-senpai,” Kitazawa answered without hesitation.

“A fine choice,” Tsunade said, nodding. “His reputation will give the demonstration impact—and credibility.”

“As expected of Lady Tsunade, always thinking ahead.”

“Alright, enough flattery,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You’ve just submitted a medical ninjutsu of this magnitude—what reward do you want?”

“I haven’t decided yet,” Kitazawa replied. “Just owe me one. I’ll come to collect later.”

“That works.”
Tsunade smiled faintly. She understood him—he truly lacked nothing.

It was the same as the old Sannin days. Sometimes, Konoha simply couldn’t match the value of one’s contributions. But such debts could be used later—for one’s students, one’s family.

“Then, I’ll take my leave,” Kitazawa said, bowing slightly.

“Kitazawa.”
Tsunade watched his retreating back. A strand of golden hair slipped over her cheek as she brushed it behind her ear.
“I really like this gift,” she said softly. “Thank you.”

“It seems you didn’t forget after all,” Kitazawa replied, waving casually as he walked away. “See you next time.”

“...”
Tsunade’s expression stiffened slightly.

Kitazawa left the office and, instead of returning to Anbu Headquarters, went home.
Asuma could manage things for now.

With the limb regeneration Ninjutsu complete, it was time for him to begin his next pursuit—Wood Release.

He stepped into the open training field behind his house.

The first technique he chose was Wood Release: Wood Locking Wall—a defensive Ninjutsu that summoned arched pillars of wood to shield the user.

The day’s training ended quietly.

Kitazawa welcomed a long-awaited return to the classroom.

After breakfast, he arrived at the Academy.

“Kitazawa-sensei, welcome back!”

All the students of the Genius Class had arrived half an hour early, shouting in unison when they saw him.

Kitazawa blinked in mild surprise, a rare warmth flickering across his face.

These kids really were something.

“Kitazawa-sensei!” Naruto ran up, brimming with curiosity. “Is Old Man Hokage really retiring? I heard some rumors on my way here!”

Hinata, Kiba, Shino, and the others quickly gathered around—training hadn’t started yet, and everyone was eager to know.

“Yes,” Kitazawa said with a smile. “The Third Hokage’s getting old. It’s time for him to rest.”

“Then who’s the new Hokage?” Kiba asked, eyes wide.

“It must be Lady Tsunade!” Ino said excitedly. “The first female Hokage and Kage!”

“And the first medical ninja to ever become Hokage!” Sakura added, her eyes shining.

“You’re all right,” Kitazawa confirmed. “It’s Lady Tsunade.”

“That means I’ll have to compete for the Sixth Hokage!” Naruto declared, fists clenched with fiery resolve.

“Compete with Kitazawa-sensei, you mean?” Shikamaru drawled lazily.

“Huh?” Naruto froze mid-pose, face twitching.

Even Sasuke, who was about to speak, shut his mouth.

“Considering the age gap, it really should be Kitazawa-sensei,” Ino said brightly. “Then I’ll be the Hokage’s student!”

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Kitazawa sighed, flicking her forehead. “No one can predict the future.”

Too many people were already jinxing him.

“Then I’ll be the Seventh Hokage!” Naruto quickly corrected, refusing to back down.

Kitazawa chuckled. “Alright, enough daydreaming. Get to training.”

He turned to Kiba. “Kiba, come with me.”

“Yes!” Kiba’s eyes lit up—Kitazawa had promised him a new technique last week.

“Your Fang Over Fang and War Trampling are both strong, but their destructive power has limits,” Kitazawa said. “So I’ll teach you a new secret technique to use with your hellhound—called Fang Bullet.”

The technique drew inspiration from the Great Fireball Jutsu.
The three heads of Kiba’s Hell Hound would simultaneously launch chakra spheres like cannonballs.

Since Kiba’s chakra nature was Earth, Kitazawa had originally planned to make them Earth bullets—but that required mastery of Earth Release first. So he opted to start with a neutral version.

“This sounds awesome!” Kiba exclaimed, eyes sparkling. “Three heads firing chakra bullets—so cool!”

“Then practice hard,” Kitazawa said with a grin. “Once you add chakra nature to it, its power will multiply.”

“Yes, sensei!” Kiba replied, full of determination.

After half an hour of guidance, Kitazawa let him train freely.

He scanned the field—the three training groups were all diligently practicing. Satisfied, he headed toward the artificial lake.

There, he found Kosuke, Sakura, and Shino.

“Kitazawa-sensei!” Sakura paused her Water Release training and waved.

“Kosuke-senpai,” Kitazawa said, approaching. “Are you free next Monday?”

“More or less,” Kosuke said curiously. “Why?”

Kitazawa smiled. “Would you like to have a healthy left leg again?”

Kosuke blinked, stunned. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve developed a medical ninjutsu for limb regeneration,” Kitazawa explained.

“What?” Kosuke froze.

“That’s… incredible!” Sakura gasped, eyes wide. As a budding medical ninja, she understood exactly how revolutionary that was.

“So, what do you say?” Kitazawa asked gently. “If you’re willing, meet me at Konoha Hospital next Monday.”

“Of course I’m willing!” Kosuke said, his voice trembling slightly.

No shinobi who’d lost a limb didn’t wish to be whole again.

“Congratulations, Kosuke-sensei!” Sakura said brightly.

“I never thought I’d see the day I could stand complete again,” Kosuke murmured, deeply moved. “Thank you, Kitazawa.”

Kitazawa smiled. “This is what a Medical Ninja is meant to do.”

After chatting with Kosuke, Kitazawa found a quiet place to continue practicing Wood Release.

His days returned to a calm rhythm.
The only change was that, alongside teaching, he occasionally reported to the Anbu HQ.

Saturday

Konoha was alive with excitement—the day of the Hokage Inauguration Ceremony had arrived.
With the final procedures complete, she was officially the Fifth Hokage.

From early morning, the Konoha Military Police and Anbu were on full alert.

The ceremony was monumental; nothing could be allowed to go wrong.
The Police handled internal order, while Anbu watched for foreign threats.

After all, the audience wasn’t just Konoha’s villagers—Fire Daimyo, nobles, and wealthy merchants had also gathered.

It was the largest event since the war’s end.

At the Anbu office, Kabuto entered briskly. “Kitazawa-sensei, Jiraiya-sama has returned to the village. He’s in the Hokage’s Office now.”

“I see. Get back to your duties,” Kitazawa said, raising an eyebrow.

Once Kabuto left, Kitazawa headed straight to the Hokage’s Office.

“Tsunade, I’m curious,” Jiraiya said as he leaned against the desk. “What kind of trick did the old man use to convince you to take the hat?”

He knew Tsunade well. She’d always despised the Hokage position—especially after her hemophobia and the losses of her loved ones.

Tsunade said nothing. Her appointment had little to do with Hiruzen… and everything to do with Kitazawa.

As she thought this, she noticed movement—the door wasn’t fully closed. Kitazawa stood outside.

“Come in,” she called.

“Who?” Jiraiya turned his head.

“Lady Tsunade.”
Kitazawa stepped in and nodded politely. “Jiraiya-sama.”

“So, this is your student,” Jiraiya said with a smile. “Your name’s reached even the Land of Earth—you’ve got Minato’s touch, kid.”

“He’s nothing like Minato,” Tsunade said without thinking.

“I meant in reputation,” Jiraiya chuckled. “And in taking disciples, you’re catching up to me.”

“What were you doing in the Land of Earth?” Tsunade asked, changing the subject.

“Gathering intel,” Jiraiya said with a cough. “But you still haven’t answered my question.”

“There’s nothing to answer,” Tsunade said coolly. “If I want to be Hokage, I’ll be Hokage. If I don’t, I won’t.”

Jiraiya grinned. “That’s the Tsunade I know. But since you’ve accepted the mantle, make it count.”

He sounded much like Hiruzen, still half-expecting her to abandon it all.

“It should’ve been you, you know,” Tsunade murmured. “But Konoha’s entering a new era now. If you stayed—”

“Sorry,” Jiraiya interrupted gently. “Konoha has you now. I have other paths to walk.”

The Child of Prophecy.

A flicker of disappointment crossed Tsunade’s eyes, but she didn’t protest. She’d already expected that answer.

And truthfully—Konoha no longer needed Jiraiya. Kitazawa’s presence had filled the gap in its strength.

“Old man!” Jiraiya suddenly called out, sensing another chakra presence.

“Still remember the way back, do you?” Hiruzen said dryly as he entered. “You vanished without notice last time—I haven’t forgotten.”

He meant last New Year’s.

“Tsunade becoming Hokage—of course I had to return,” Jiraiya said with an easy smile. “No point making you angry on such a good day.”

“Forget it,” Hiruzen grumbled. “Tsunade’s Hokage now. She can deal with you.”

“What’s there to deal with?” Tsunade said with a shrug. “I’ll just pretend he doesn’t exist.”

Jiraiya froze, scratching his head awkwardly. Surely… she was joking.

“The Fire Daimyo’s arrived,” Hiruzen said. “Let’s go.”

“Mm.”

Tsunade stood and donned the white Hokage robe embroidered with the words Fifth Hokage.
She handed the hat to Hiruzen instead of wearing it herself.

The four of them stepped onto the rooftop.

Below, the plaza was a sea of people—voices merging into one great roar.

Tsunade walked forward slowly, her gaze drifting to the Hokage Rock in the distance.

Two faces of the Senju Clan already watched from stone. Now, it was her turn.

As she reached the edge, the crowd erupted into thunderous cheers.

Her becoming Hokage wasn’t just accepted—it was celebrated.
There was hardly a soul in Konoha who opposed it.

Danzo, the only one who might have, was long gone—to the Pure Land.

“The Fifth Hokage of Konoha—Tsunade Senju!” the Fire Daimyo announced loudly.

“Konoha is entrusted to you, Tsunade,” Hiruzen said, handing her the hat.

“I’ll do my best, Sensei.”

For the first time, she used that respectful title again—not “Old Man,” but “Sensei.”

She placed the hat on her head and turned to face the roaring crowd below.

“Say a few words,” Hiruzen said, smiling.

From today, he was officially retired.

Tsunade raised her fist high.
“I, Tsunade Senju—the Fifth Hokage of Konoha!”

The plaza exploded into deafening cheers—an ocean of sound that shook the air.

And thus, Konoha Village welcomed a brand-new beginning.

[NSSSG] [ARC-07] Chapter : 262 - Wood Release?

Kitazawa arrived at the Hokage’s Office right on time, nine in the morning.

“Lord Kitazawa.”

At the entrance stood Haru, bowing slightly. “Hokage-sama went to receive the Fire Daimyo and hasn’t returned yet.”

“Then I’ll wait for her,” Kitazawa said with a nod.

He stepped inside and settled onto the sofa, calm as ever. But he wasn’t idle—his hands moved subtly, refining the complex chakra pathways of his latest project: Medical Ninjutsu for limb regeneration.

If all went well, he’d complete it within two days. A fitting congratulatory gift for Tsunade, the newly appointed Fifth Hokage.

Half an hour passed before footsteps echoed in the hallway.

Kitazawa looked up to see Tsunade and Shizune entering.

“Kitazawa? When did you get here?” Tsunade asked, dropping onto the couch opposite him.

“Just a while ago,” he replied with a small smile.

“Do you need something from me?” She yawned mid-sentence—clearly exhausted.

Ever since taking office, Tsunade could no longer indulge in her late mornings. Once able to sleep till ten, now she was forced up two hours earlier. And today, of all days, the Fire Daimyo’s visit had consumed her entire morning—even breakfast was a diplomatic affair.

“I’ve come across a rather... unique shinobi in the Anbu,” Kitazawa said, his expression turning serious.

“Oh?” Tsunade crossed her long legs, her interest piqued. “How unique?”

“A Wood Release user.”

The air shifted instantly.

“What?” Tsunade’s eyes widened. “How could the Anbu have a Wood Release shinobi?”

Even Shizune, standing behind her, looked stunned.

“Lady Tsunade,” Kitazawa asked evenly, “did Konoha ever conduct Wood Release experiments?”

Tsunade frowned. “Yes. But the old man stopped them after too many deaths. Are you saying… someone survived?”

“There were survivors—but not from that initial experiment,” Kitazawa said quietly. “Afterwards, Orochimaru and Danzo conducted their own Wood Release experiments.”

Tsunade froze, her eyes darkening.

Orochimaru… and Danzo?

It clicked immediately. Orochimaru’s defection must have been tied to this.

“I can’t believe it,” she muttered. “The old man kept this from me?”

Logically, such a survivor should have been hidden within Root. Yet if he was now in Anbu, that meant only one thing—Hiruzen must have reclaimed him personally.

After all, a Wood Release user was far too valuable to leave under Danzo’s thumb.

“I imagine he wanted to avoid a confrontation between you and Danzo,” Kitazawa offered mildly. “The survivor’s name is Tenzo—the only successful subject.”

“Haru!” Tsunade called sharply. “Bring Tenzo here.”

“Yes, Hokage-sama,” came the voice from outside.

“Here,” Kitazawa said, handing her a scroll. “Tenzo’s file.”

Tsunade unrolled it and read quickly. It detailed everything—from his infancy, when he was infused with Hashirama’s cells, to his later rescue by Kakashi and Hiruzen, who placed him under Anbu supervision.

“Danzo… truly unforgivable.” Her expression darkened.

Out of sixty infants, only Tenzo had survived. The rest—sacrificed to his ambition.

“I never thought I’d see a Wood Release user again,” she murmured, her tone softening.

For her, it wasn’t just a village legacy—it was family. She was the granddaughter of Hashirama Senju, the 'first' Wood Release ninja.

“How do you plan to handle him?” Kitazawa asked.

“According to this, his Wood Release is limited—nothing compared to the First’s,” Tsunade said thoughtfully.

The file listed the techniques Tenzo could use, but none of the legendary jutsu like Wood Golem or Sage Art: True Several Thousand Hands. Without those, his strength was ordinary—useful, but not revolutionary.

Now she understood why Hiruzen had kept Tenzo in the shadows. A Wood Release user without the First Hokage’s mastery was still a secret—but not a trump card.

“His abilities come from Hashirama’s cells, not a natural bloodline,” Kitazawa said, shaking his head. “It’s a mimicry, not the real thing.”

There were only two paths to a Bloodline Limit:
one, to inherit it through one’s lineage—like the Uchiha or Hyuga;
two, to synthesize it, which was nearly impossible.

Even Hiruzen, who mastered nearly every jutsu in Konoha, couldn’t create a Kekkei Genkai on his own.

Tsunade sighed. “Then he’ll remain in Anbu for now.”

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

“Come in,” Tsunade called.

Haru entered, followed by a man in a dark mask.

“You’re Tenzo?” Tsunade asked. “Remove your mask.”

Tenzo obeyed, revealing a calm, unreadable face.

“As expected of someone from Root,” Tsunade muttered, her tone a mix of disapproval and pity.

There was something unsettling about him—disciplined, distant, almost hollow.

“Since you possess Wood Release,” she said firmly, “use it well. Remember—Wood Release exists to protect Konoha.”

Tenzo’s eyes flickered. He didn’t fully grasp her words, but he bowed deeply.

“Yes, Hokage-sama.”

“Lady Tsunade, I think you should give him a proper name,” Kitazawa suggested.

Tenzo wasn’t really a name—just a codename assigned by Hiruzen after the boy joined the Anbu.
Before that, during his time in Root, he had only been known as 'Kinoe’.

“A name, huh? What do you prefer?” Tsunade mused for a moment before asking Tenzo himself.

"I'd like to continue with Tenzo, Hokage-sama."

“Then… Tenzo it is.”

“Thank you, Lady Tsunade,” Tenzo said immediately.

As Hokage—and the granddaughter of Hashirama Senju—Tsunade had some right to name him.
After all, his Wood Release originated from her grandfather’s very cells.

“You may go,” Tsunade said, waving her hand dismissively.

With a short bow, Tenzo and Haru left the Hokage’s Office.

“What a pity,” Tsunade murmured, watching them go.

She had once hoped to see her grandfather’s legendary Wood Release reborn in this era.
But now, that dream seemed naïve.
How could an artificial imitation ever compare to the original power of the First Hokage?

“Lady Tsunade,” Kitazawa said thoughtfully, “do you think true Wood Release could ever be synthesized?”

“Theoretically?” Tsunade took a sip of water. “Yes. Practically? Not a chance.”
She set the cup down and added, “If it were possible, the old man would’ve achieved it long ago. Not to mention Grandpa Tobirama would have done it first.”

Few shinobi in the entire world could rival Hiruzen's mastery over all five chakra natures, never mind the mastery of Tobirama in terms of jutsu creation.
Hiruzen's Five Release: Great Combination Technique alone rivaled most Kekkei Genkai in destructive power.

“I think I can try,” Kitazawa said seriously.

“You?” Tsunade raised a brow, leaning back with folded arms. “You really think you can surpass the old man in elemental mastery?”

“Hard to say.” Kitazawa blinked, feigning modesty—though inwardly, he was confident in his own way.

Tsunade chuckled softly. “You’re as bold as ever. But don’t get any strange ideas—synthesizing Wood Release is impossible. Don’t waste your time.”

“It’s not a waste,” Kitazawa replied. “I’ve hit a plateau. Without a Bloodline Limit, I can’t progress further.”

That made Tsunade pause.
He had already mastered seven chakra natures—further refinement would only make him another Hiruzen Sarutobi at best.
But Kitazawa was still young. If he wanted to truly surpass the old man, pursuing a Kekkei Genkai made sense.

Of course, there was another option—Sage Mode.
But learning it was nearly as difficult as creating a Bloodline Limit.
Neither she nor Orochimaru had succeeded; only Jiraiya had managed to grasp a partial Sage Mode, relying heavily on the help of Mount Myōboku’s elder toads, Fukasaku and Shima.

“I want to use my battlefield merits to exchange for Wood Release ninjutsu from the village,” Kitazawa said, getting straight to the point.

Tsunade studied him for a moment, then smiled faintly. “If you’ve set your mind on it, then go ahead and try.”

Though she doubted he could merge Earth and Water Release to create true Wood Release, she admired his resolve.

“You can keep your merits,” she added. “You’re my student—and by that alone, you’re qualified to study Wood Release. No need for formal exchange.”

“Alright.” Kitazawa raised an eyebrow and accepted easily.
After all, village merits could be saved for other uses—tools, ninjutsu, or simply money.

“I’ll get the scrolls for you.”

Tsunade stood and left the office.

She returned about ten minutes later, a scroll in hand.

“These are the basics,” she said, handing it to him.

Kitazawa unrolled the scroll. Inside were three techniques:

Wood Release: Wood Clone Jutsu,
Wood Release: Silent Assassination Jutsu,
and Wood Release: Great Forest Jutsu.

They were considered introductory-level Wood Release techniques—yet each required precise chakra control and a rare affinity, making them B-rank in difficulty.

“If you can master these,” Tsunade said with a small, hopeful smile, “come find me. I’ll give you more.”

Her voice softened. “I truly hope you can learn them.”

Neither she, nor her brother Nawaki, nor her parents had inherited Hashirama’s Wood Release.
That had always been one of her regrets.

If Kitazawa—her own student—could awaken it, it would be a miracle across generations.

“I’ll do my best,” Kitazawa said with a faint smile.

“Good. Now, if that’s all,” Tsunade sighed, rubbing her temples, “I need to get back to work. I swear, this job will be the death of me.”

“That’s all, Hokage-sama. I’ll head to the Anbu.”

Kitazawa rose, gave a polite nod, and left the office.

When he arrived at the Anbu headquarters, Asuma greeted him with a grin.

“Kitazawa! You wouldn’t believe it—our Anbu’s become the most popular unit in the village. Over a hundred new applications in just one day!”

“That many?” Kitazawa said, walking over to glance at the stack of papers on Asuma’s desk.

Each form represented a skilled ninja—most at least elite Chūnin, and several Jōnin-level.

“I’m guessing they’re drawn by Lady Tsunade’s leadership,” Asuma said, pulling another pile aside. “These here are all from the Uchiha clan.”

“The Uchiha?” Kitazawa raised an eyebrow and skimmed through the names.

“This is the first time they’ve applied in such numbers,” Asuma remarked.

There had always been Uchiha in the Anbu, but never without ulterior motives.
Shisui and Itachi, for example, had both joined under Fugaku’s orders—to act as spies.

And yet, both had defected from the clan’s path in the end.

Of course, there was another reason for the Uchiha’s distance:
Hiruzen himself had been wary of relying too heavily on them.

"What are your thoughts?"

Asuma asked, curiosity flickering in his tone.

"Follow standard procedure first. Lady Tsunade will decide whether to accept them or not," Kitazawa replied casually.

Itachi was a good tool—an exceptional one, in fact.
But that didn’t mean the rest of the Uchiha Clan shared his worth.

Of course, if any of them met Kitazawa’s standards, he wouldn’t mind using them either.

"Besides the Uchiha, there’s also the Hyuga Clan," Asuma remarked, pulling out another stack of application forms. With a wry sigh, he added, "Lady Tsunade’s definitely more popular than the Old Man ever was."

Between a beautiful, strong-willed woman and a grumpy elder—was there even a competition?

Cough, cough.

Kitazawa understood the motives of both the Uchiha and the Hyuga.
They sought power.

And the reason they hadn’t made such moves when Hiruzen was in charge was simple,
they couldn’t.

Tsunade might have a fiery temper, but she wasn’t nearly as shrewd as the Third Hokage. Her nature resembled Hashirama’s more—straightforward, emotional, and kind. And because of that, these clans dared to hope again.

Kitazawa didn’t care.
In the ninja world, power reigned supreme.

When Hashirama lived, peace was absolute. No one dared to stir chaos in his presence.

Tsunade might never reach that level—but Kitazawa could. All he needed to do was let the system bear the weight.

"Either way, follow the process," Kitazawa said, glancing at Asuma.

"Got it," Asuma nodded. "I’ll select some candidates and test their capabilities first."

"Mm."

With that, Kitazawa turned and left.

The Next Morning

Kitazawa rose early.
Kurenai didn’t sleep in either.
They were attending a funeral today.

"I’m going out to buy flowers," Kitazawa said, glancing at her.

She wore a simple black kimono, its elegance softened by a faint melancholy.

"Alright," Kurenai nodded. "Breakfast will be ready when you’re back."

Kitazawa left the house and headed toward Konoha Flower Street—a place aptly named.

The Yamanaka Flower Shop stood near the end of the road.

As he walked, he noticed many villagers and shinobi in black attire.
The sky was bright and clear, yet the air was heavy with sorrow.

"Kitazawa-sensei!"

A flash of blonde caught his eye.
Ino waved, her usual energy dimmed by the occasion.

"Good morning, Ino," Kitazawa greeted.

She wore a black dress—a rare sight for the usually spirited girl.

"Lord Kitazawa," Yamanaka Rino, Ino’s mother, greeted politely.

"Are you here to buy flowers, sensei?" Ino asked.

"Mm. Two bouquets of white chrysanthemums," he said.

"Ino, go get two bouquets for Lord Kitazawa," Rino instructed with a smile.

"Got it! Wait right here, sensei!" Ino darted off like a small whirlwind.

"This child’s a bit too energetic—please forgive her, Lord Kitazawa," Rino said apologetically.

"It’s fine. It’s cute," Kitazawa replied with a small smile.

"See, Mom?" Ino spun around, sticking her tongue out triumphantly.

Rino could only sigh, half helpless and half amused.
Still, she was secretly pleased—Kitazawa and Ino got along well, and for the Yamanaka Clan, his favor meant more than most realized.

"Here you go, sensei!" Ino returned, holding two bouquets of pure white chrysanthemums.

"Thank you," Kitazawa said, taking them. "How much do I owe you?"

"No need," Rino waved it off. "Please, take them with our regards."

"Alright then," he said simply. "See you at the Memorial Stone later."

9:00 a.m. — Konoha Memorial Stone

The area was packed with people. The crowd reminded Kitazawa of busy festivals from his past life—only this time, there was no joy in the air.

"Kitazawa."

Kakashi approached, with Gai beside him.
Even Gai, usually loud and brimming with energy, was silent today.

After brief greetings, they fell quiet again, standing shoulder to shoulder.

Kitazawa’s gaze drifted through the crowd—he spotted his students: Sasuke, Hinata, Shikamaru, Kiba, and Yakumo.

Each stood beside their families or clan members.

Hinata caught his eye and gave a small, respectful wave.

Then, the murmuring died down.

Hiruzen and Tsunade approached together.
Even though the Third Hokage had retired, it was unthinkable for him to miss the funeral of fallen heroes.

One by one, they offered their flowers and silent prayers.

Two hours later, the ceremony came to a quiet end.

Kitazawa was about to leave when Tsunade’s voice stopped him.

"Then we’ll go on ahead," Kurenai said softly, reading the mood. She departed with Kakashi and the others.

"Come with me," Tsunade said.

Her tone was subdued, heavy. Kitazawa nodded and followed without question.

They walked deeper into the memorial grounds, past the crowd, where the air was still.

Kitazawa already had an idea where she was heading.

A few moments later, they stopped before a row of gravestones.

Names engraved in stone: Hashirama Senju. Uzumaki Mito. Nawaki. Tobirama Senju.

The resting place of the Senju bloodline.

Tsunade stood silently before them, her gaze lowered.

In her black kimono, with the weight of memory in her eyes, she looked… different.
Vulnerable.

And for the first time, Kitazawa saw not one of the Legendary Sannin—
but the woman carrying the weight of an entire clan’s legacy on her shoulders.

[NSSSG] [ARC-07] Chapter : 261 - Acting Hokage!

Tsunade sat in the Hokage’s chair, still feeling a strange sense of unreality.

She had never wanted this. Becoming Hokage had never been part of her plans—yet somehow, here she was.

Thinking back, it all started because of Kitazawa’s idea of “Psychological Medical Ninja.”

Curious, she had returned to Konoha to see it for herself.

And from that point on, fate had dragged her in step by step—until she could no longer leave.

Should she blame Kitazawa for this?

No… there was no need.

The more she thought about it, the more she realized she didn’t actually mind it as much as she thought she would.

Now that things had come to this, there was no point in resisting. She was Hokage—whether she liked it or not—and all she could do was play the role for a while.

“Hokage-sama.”

Kitazawa’s calm voice pulled her from her thoughts. “You should probably issue another official announcement to confirm your appointment as acting Hokage.”

“You handle it,” Tsunade replied with a glance, waving him off.

Kitazawa hesitated for a moment. “Then I’ll inform the Anbu.”

Normally, such an announcement should come directly from the Hokage, but since Tsunade said so, he could only follow through.

“Wait, Kitazawa.”

Tsunade suddenly smiled, realizing her tone had been a little too casual earlier. “Do you want to be the Anbu Commander?”

The Anbu reported directly to the Hokage, and the Commander’s position was one of immense trust and power—previously held by figures like Kakashi, and Hiruzen’s eldest son.

Kitazawa blinked. “Didn’t you just say I’d be your secretary?”

“With your abilities, that would be a waste,” Tsunade said with a grin. “The Anbu Commander suits you better.”

She had already come to understand him well—sharp-minded, efficient, capable… and utterly unflinching when it came to decisive action.

If she had to describe him, he was like a version of Danzo who hadn’t lost his humanity—ambitious but grounded by principle.

“That’s fine by me,” Kitazawa said after a pause. “But I’ll still need to keep teaching my classes.”

Tsunade raised an eyebrow. “You still want to teach?”

“The Genius Class represents Konoha’s future,” he said seriously. “Whether for my own reasons or for the village’s sake, I can’t abandon it.”

He didn’t mention the real reason—his students and the missions the system granted him—but Tsunade saw only the dedication of a teacher who cared deeply for the next generation.

Loyal and righteous. She couldn’t fault that.

“The Anbu Commander doesn’t go on missions often,” she said generously. “You’ll have time for both. When I need you, I’ll let you know.”

“Thank you, Lady Tsunade.”

It was, honestly, the perfect arrangement.

He’d thought before about forming his own team of trusted subordinates—and as Anbu Commander, he could finally start. Even if the Anbu technically answered to the Hokage, there was no harm in cultivating a few loyal people of his own.

The host has become the Anbu Commander and must form a trusted team.
Mission: Cultivate four loyal subordinates.
Reward: Improved Caged Bird Curse Seal.
Accept?

Kitazawa froze for a second, genuinely surprised.

Of all times for a system mission to trigger, it chose now.

But what truly caught his attention was the reward.

The Caged Bird Seal—a seal of the Hyuga Clan, used to “protect” the Byakugan. In reality, it was a cruel tool to control the Branch Family.

The improved version, though… what could that mean?

Was it meant to be used on his own subordinates? But they wouldn’t have Byakugan. Could it be similar to Root’s “Curse of the Absolute Tongue”?

He couldn’t tell. But he’d find out soon enough—once the mission was complete.

Still, gaining “trusted subordinates” wasn’t easy.

He frowned—then noticed his mission progress bar was already at twenty-five percent.

“…Huh? When did that happen?”

After thinking for a moment, he realized it could only be Kurenai.

When the system had given her the Strength of a Hundred Seal mission, it had described her as his subordinate.

Well, that worked for him. A quarter done already.

“You should call her Hokage-sama now,” Shizune teased with a bright smile.

Of all people, Shizune was clearly the happiest about Tsunade becoming Hokage. Finally, no more wandering across the continent chasing debt collectors.

Now that Tsunade was Hokage, there would be no more running—and no more gambling binges.

“You can all keep your usual titles,” Tsunade said, waving her hand dismissively. “I’m used to it.”

“Same here,” Shizune said, laughing softly.

“Shizune,” Tsunade said, glancing at her with a small smile. “You’ll serve as the Hokage’s secretary and assist with official duties.”

“Of course.”

Shizune had expected it—and honestly, she didn’t mind.

After all, even if she weren’t Hokage’s secretary, she’d still be right by Tsunade’s side.

“Kitazawa, the twelve Anbu who served under Danzo are now yours to handle,” Tsunade said after a moment’s pause. “Once they’re dismissed, make sure to recruit new members to fill the vacancies.”

“Yes, Hokage-sama.”

Kitazawa’s expression remained calm, but his thoughts flickered. Twelve Anbu vacancies… isn’t this the perfect chance to cultivate my own loyal subordinates?

The only problem—he hadn’t decided who to trust yet. Most of his connections were still at the Ninja Academy. Sasuke and the others were far too young to join the Anbu, and aside from Kabuto, there weren’t many suitable candidates.

“For now, that’s all,” Tsunade continued after a brief silence. “Other appointments will wait until I officially take office as Hokage.”

“When you issue the Anbu announcement,” Tsunade said suddenly, “include Shizune’s new position as well.”

Once the notice went out, Shizune could officially take office.

As for Tsunade’s own appointment as Hokage, it would still need to pass through several formalities.

Kitazawa’s position, however, would remain classified. Anbu members—especially the Commander—operated in the shadows. Still, a few key figures in the village would eventually learn the truth.

“You’ve done enough for today,” Tsunade said, her tone softening. “After the announcement, go home and rest. I have more to handle.”

She had only just assumed office, and the mountain of responsibilities waiting for her was daunting. Meetings, reports, reorganizations—none of which Kitazawa could assist with.

After offering a brief bow, he took his leave and made his way to the Anbu Headquarters.

“Kitazawa?”

A familiar voice greeted him the moment he entered. Looking up, Kitazawa saw Asuma Sarutobi sitting behind a desk, cigarette between his fingers.

After the Twelve Guardian Ninja incident, Asuma had returned to Konoha and been reassigned to the Anbu under Hiruzen’s arrangements. With his jonin-level strength and lineage, he’d naturally become the Anbu’s Deputy Commander.

“Asuma-san,” Kitazawa greeted politely.

“Why are you here?” Asuma asked with a grin. “Here to see me—or do you need something?”

“Captain Asuma,” said Haru, who stood quietly behind Kitazawa. “Lord Kitazawa has just been appointed the Anbu’s new Commander by Hokage-sama.”

“What?”

Asuma blinked, stunned. “Wait—why would the old man…?”

It wasn’t that Kitazawa was unqualified. On the contrary, his achievements during the war with Kirigakure were well known—he’d earned a reputation that outshone many jonin. Still, Asuma had assumed Tsunade would assign him a more advisory role.

He never expected Kitazawa to become his superior overnight.

“Hokage-sama Tsunade has also officially taken over as acting Hokage,” Haru added.

The second revelation hit Asuma like a kunai to the chest. “What—Tsunade-sama too…?”

“Let’s work well together from now on,” Kitazawa said with a small smile, extending his hand.

Asuma let out a rueful laugh as he shook it. “You really don’t stop surprising people, do you? Guess I’ve been slacking while you’ve been climbing.”

He meant it sincerely—there was no jealousy, only admiration. Kitazawa’s strength and achievements already spoke for themselves.

“I’m here to coordinate the Anbu’s transition and handle a few matters,” Kitazawa explained, withdrawing his hand.

“Haru, go on ahead,” Asuma said, turning to him. “I’ll take it from here.”

“Yes.” Haru bowed lightly and left. His duties were akin to a Hokage’s aide—standing by for orders. Though Tsunade was the new Hokage, Haru’s work remained the same for now.

“I’d like to review all current Anbu personnel files first,” Kitazawa said after a pause.

“Of course.” Asuma gestured toward the sofa. “Have a seat; I’ll bring them right over.”

“Appreciate it,” Kitazawa replied, sitting down to wait.

Not long after, Asuma returned, a folder tucked under his arm.

“Here,” he said, handing it to Kitazawa. “The files of the Anbu you requested.”

Kitazawa flipped through the pages and recognized some—the same Anbu who had followed Danzo earlier that day.

“Dismiss all twelve of them,” Kitazawa said calmly.

Asuma’s eyes moved down the list. He didn’t look surprised.

Every one of these men had once been part of Root.

Given what he had just learned—Danzo’s attempt to assassinate Tsunade and his subsequent death—Asuma easily pieced the rest together.

“Besides these twelve, are there any other Anbu members who used to belong to Root?” Kitazawa asked without looking up.

He wasn’t Hiruzen; he had no intention of keeping Danzo’s shadows in the organization.

“No,” Asuma said after a brief check. “Just these twelve.”

“Good. Then have the announcement prepared and released.”

As Kitazawa spoke, his gaze lingered on one name in particular—Tenzo.

Tsunade likely didn’t know about him yet.

'I’ll mention it to her tomorrow,' Kitazawa thought. 'And while I’m at it, maybe I can ask her for some Wood Release techniques.'

He already possessed Wood Release, but without actual jutsu, it was like having a blade without an edge. The excuse of “wanting to experiment with Bloodline Limits” would do just fine.

“The first announcement should include Lady Tsunade’s and Shizune’s new appointments,” Kitazawa continued. “The second—Anbu recruitment. Anyone qualified can apply.”

He intended to use this opportunity to build his own circle of trusted subordinates.

Still, twelve vacancies were too many to fill with only confidants. Three would be ideal—handpicked and loyal. The rest could be filled through recruitment.

Anbu recruitment wasn’t complicated; as long as the applicant’s strength met the standard and their background was clean, they could join.

“What position is Shizune getting?” Asuma asked curiously.

“Hokage Secretary.”

“Ah, that makes sense,” Asuma said with a nod.

It was a natural role for Shizune. But Kitazawa’s appointment as Anbu Commander… that still hadn’t sunk in for him.

He exhaled quietly, a faint sigh escaping before he could stop it.

From today onward, their positions had completely reversed.

Kitazawa—the Hokage’s student, the Vice Principal of the Ninja Academy, and now the Commander of the Anbu—his combined authority already far surpassed Asuma’s.

With Hiruzen stepping into retirement, Asuma’s status as the Hokage’s son no longer held the same weight.

'Looks like Kurenai really did make the right choice,' Asuma thought with a wry smile. Though he had already let go of that part of his past, the thought still stung a little.

“That’s all for now,” Kitazawa said lightly. “I still have classes tomorrow, so I’ll leave the rest of the Anbu operations to you.”

“It’s my duty,” Asuma replied after a short pause. “I’ll take care of it immediately.”

“Good.”

Once Asuma left, Kitazawa gathered the files and slipped the one marked Tenzo into a separate folder. He would need it when he met Tsunade in the morning.

Stretching lazily, he let out a quiet yawn.

As Anbu Commander, most of the daily affairs were handled by the captains. His role was to manage strategy and major decisions—it wouldn’t consume much of his time.

He stroked his chin thoughtfully.

'The system already registered Kurenai as my subordinate… should I bring her into the Anbu?'

It was a tempting idea, but Asuma’s presence complicated things. Working under the same roof might create unnecessary awkwardness.

'Better to wait for now,' he decided. 'She can continue her training. When a mission comes, I can take her along.'

And if fate allowed him to become Hokage one day, perhaps he’d make her his secretary then.

With that thought, Kitazawa left the Anbu Office and returned home.

“Eh?”

Kurenai blinked when she saw him. “Didn’t you go to the Capital with Lady Tsunade?”

“Didn’t you hear? Danzo’s dead.”

“What?”

Her eyes widened in shock. She had spent the entire day practicing Wind Release: Rasengan at home and hadn’t heard a thing.

Kitazawa quickly filled her in on the events of the morning.

“That old snake finally died, huh?” Kurenai clenched her fists. “If I’d known, I’d have gone with you to finish him off myself!”

Kitazawa chuckled. “You’re really something.”

Kurenai puffed out her chest proudly. “Now that you’re Anbu Commander, I’m sure I’ll benefit too!”

“If you keep improving your strength, maybe I’ll give you a position,” Kitazawa teased, reaching out to pinch her cheek.

“I’ll master Wind Release: Rasengan any day now!” she said with fierce confidence.

“Then how about a bet?” Kitazawa said, grinning. “If I complete my limb-regeneration medical ninjutsu first, you’ll owe me one favor.”

She squinted at him suspiciously. “What kind of perverted favor is it this time?”

“A normal one,” he replied smoothly. “If you finish your Rasengan first, I’ll grant you a favor instead.”

“Deal!” she declared, fire burning in her eyes. “And I’m definitely winning this one!”

With that, she dashed off to resume her training.

Kitazawa shook his head, smiling faintly, before heading into his study to refine his medical ninjutsu.

Meanwhile, the news of Tsunade’s appointment as Acting Hokage spread through Konoha like wildfire.

People were surprised—but not shocked.

Compared to the revelation that Danzo was dead, Tsunade’s rise was almost… calming.

[NSSSG] [ARC-07] Chapter : 260 - Danzo's chapter

Kitazawa and Tsunade had already left the outskirts of Konoha, their silhouettes fading into the dense forest of the Land of Fire.

“Where do you think Danzo will try to ambush us?” Tsunade asked evenly.

“I doubt he’ll resort to an ambush.”

Kitazawa shook his head. “Someone like him prefers a direct approach. He’ll show himself.”

“Oh?” Tsunade arched a brow. “And why’s that?”

'Because of Kotoamatsukami.'

Of course, Kitazawa couldn’t tell her that outright.

He smiled faintly. "Because, Lady Tsunade, you're too powerful. If I were Danzo, I’d come bearing Hokage orders, wait for you to lower your guard, and then strike.”

In the original timeline, Danzo had once used Kotoamatsukami to manipulate Mifune of the Land of Iron—right in front of the Five Kage, no less.
If not for Ao of the Hidden Mist exposing him, no one would have realized Mifune was under his control.

That was the true terror of Kotoamatsukami—silent and impossible to detect.

Tsunade’s lips curved upward, clearly pleased by his flattery. “You make a convincing point.”

The two pressed forward through the forest path.

“Lady Tsunade, please stop!”

A sharp voice rang out behind them.

Tsunade glanced sidelong at Kitazawa. “Looks like you were right.”

They turned.

Four masked Anbu operatives stood on the path. At their head—Danzo.

“Danzo,” Tsunade said bluntly, “what are you doing here?”

Danzo’s expression darkened. “You think I want to be here? Hiruzen sent me with an urgent mission.”

“Oh, really?” Tsunade’s skepticism was palpable. “With all the Jonin in the village, the Hokage sends you—a retired one?”

“I haven’t retired!” Danzo snapped. “I’m still a Hokage Advisor!”

“Well, you were,” Tsunade said coldly. “Now do yourself a favor—retire properly.”

Danzo’s face twisted in anger. “You’re going too far, Tsunade! You’re not even Hokage yet. What gives you the right to speak to me that way?”

“It’s only a matter of time,” she replied flatly. “If I’m not Hokage, then who—you?"

Her words struck deep. Danzo’s fury peaked. “Arrogant woman! I’ll teach you a lesson on Hiruzen’s behalf!”

“Are you even strong enough?” Tsunade’s gaze burned with defiance. “Show me what you’ve got, old man.”

“Very well!”

Danzo raised his Sharingan eye—and in an instant, activated Kotoamatsukami.

Tsunade’s expression went blank for a heartbeat, then returned to normal.

Danzo smirked. “Tsunade, tell me—who do you support for Hokage now?”

Kitazawa instantly stepped forward and clasped her wrist.

While Kotoamatsukami’s power was immense, breaking it wasn’t impossible.
If Ao of the Hidden Mist could dispel it in the original events, then Kitazawa certainly could too.

Danzo’s confident smirk faltered.

How?

How did Kitazawa even realize what he’d done—much less counter it?

Danzo’s eyes narrowed, his mind racing. He quickly shifted tactics, invoking another Mangekyō ability. This time, a traditional genjutsu—aimed directly at Kitazawa.

Kotoamatsukami can’t be used twice in a short span, he thought grimly.

【Mangekyō Sharingan resistance activated.】

【Danzo intends to assassinate the host’s teacher. Host, eliminate him.】
【Mission: Kill Danzo】
【Reward: Four Symbols Seal & Reverse Four Symbols Sealing Technique】

Kitazawa’s heart quickened. Finally.

He had expected a mission like this the moment Danzo appeared—and the rewards didn’t disappoint.

Two S-rank sealing techniques, he mused. As expected of the old fox.

The Four Symbols Seal, a legendary Uzumaki sealing jutsu, could bind even the Nine-Tails—a technique Minato once used to create the Eight Trigrams Seal.

The Reverse Four Symbols Sealing Technique was its counterpart—sealing inward instead of outward, dragging both target and user into the Pure Land.
A forbidden jutsu—because it cost the caster’s life.

In the original timeline, Danzo had used it in his final moments—trying to take Sasuke with him, only to fail and seal nothing but a broken bridge.

“Danzo! What did you do to me!?”

Tsunade snapped back to awareness, fury flashing in her eyes.
She could feel the remnants of the genjutsu’s influence—and she hated it.

Danzo’s face twisted in disbelief. “Impossible! Kitazawa, how did you resist my Mangekyō genjutsu?”

Even more than Tsunade’s recovery, this terrified him. No ordinary ninja could shrug off the Mangekyō Sharingan’s illusions.

“Because,” Kitazawa said evenly, “I don't need to tell you a damn thing.”

Tsunade’s face hardened, realization dawning. This was no ordinary Sharingan.

If Kitazawa hadn’t been with her, she might have been turned into Danzo’s puppet—declaring him Hokage without even realizing it.

Just thinking about it, Tsunade knew how grave the consequences could be.

“Mangekyō Sharingan… and it belonged to…?”

Her eyes narrowed, realization striking like a thunderclap. “Don’t tell me… Danzo, you killed someone from the Uchiha for it?”

When Shisui’s death had shaken the village, Tsunade had been wandering the world—she'd only heard rumors, never the truth.

“I suspected that Danzo ambushed Shisui and stole one of his Mangekyō Sharingan.”

Kitazawa’s tone was steady and serious. “Lady Tsunade, leave this one to me. With my expertise in genjutsu, I'll be able to handle him.”

Of course, that was a lie.

Inwardly, Kitazawa couldn’t help but smirk.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” Tsunade asked, worry flickering in her eyes despite her stern tone.

“I’m your student, aren’t I?” Kitazawa smiled lightly. “I’ll handle it.”

“Arrogant brat!”

Danzo’s patience snapped. “Do you think I’m one of those useless Mist-nin?”

Neither Tsunade nor Kitazawa seemed to acknowledge him, continuing their exchange as if he weren’t there. That disregard stung more than any insult.

“That’s right,” Danzo sneered, tearing away the bandage from his eye. “I took Shisui Uchiha’s Mangekyō with my own hands.”

“Danzo!” Tsunade’s voice turned ice-cold. “You murdered a comrade of the Leaf. By Konoha law, I hereby place you under arrest!”

Hidden in the shadows, Itachi's heart trembled.

For the first time in years, he felt a spark of long-lost emotion—vindication.

At last, the truth behind Shisui’s death was revealed.
And Danzo—the man who had stolen his friend’s eye—was being condemned by Tsunade, the future Hokage herself.

Itachi clenched his fist but forced himself to remain hidden. As much as he wanted to strike Danzo down, this was Tsunade’s battlefield.
Whether by Kitazawa’s hand or his own, as long as Danzo died… it didn’t matter.

“Have you checked the perimeter?” Itachi asked quietly.

“Yes,” whispered the Anbu beside him. “Aside from the four visible operatives, eight more are concealed in the trees.”

“Keep them under surveillance,” Itachi ordered. “If they make a move, intercept and buy as much time as you can.”

He had to stay here—to protect Tsunade.
Danzo possessed Shisui’s Mangekyō; the risk was too great.
If things turned dire, he would reveal his Susanoo without hesitation.

“Hmph. You fools don’t understand the power of the Mangekyō Sharingan!” Danzo barked. “Today, none of you will leave alive!”

Even without Kotoamatsukami, he still believed himself invincible.

“Tsunade,” Kitazawa said softly.

She met his gaze and nodded. “Be careful.”

If Kitazawa wanted to take the lead, she would trust him—for now.
But if the tide turned, she’d intervene instantly, and Itachi’s hidden squad would join the fray.

“Understood.”

Kitazawa drew Zangetsu, a faint smile curving his lips. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Danzo.”

The Mangekyō Sharingan was fearsome, yes—but Danzo’s was neither original nor complete.
And unlike the battle against Sasuke in the original timeline, he didn’t have Hashirama’s Wood Release to fall back on.

“Since you’re so eager to die,” Danzo snarled, “I’ll oblige you!”

His chest swelled as he inhaled sharply—Wind Release: Vacuum Wave!

The air burst from his mouth like a hail of invisible blades, slicing the earth where Kitazawa had just stood.

“Uchiha Style: Gale Sword!”

Kitazawa vanished, reappearing behind Danzo in a flash.
His blade swept down, fire coiling along its edge, bursting into a crescent of searing light.

A wave of heat rolled through the clearing.

“Shisui Uchiha’s sword style?” Danzo’s lips curled. “Against his eye, it’s worthless!”

With a flicker, he vanished, dodging the fiery arc with ease.
The Mangekyō’s insight cut through movement itself—rivaling even the Byakugan.

“You claim to despise the Uchiha,” Kitazawa taunted, “but tell me—what are you now, if not one of them?”

“Silence!” Danzo roared, veins bulging. “The Uchiha are tainted by evil! I bear their power only to contain it!”

Wind Release: Vacuum Bullets!

Dozens of wind bullets shot forth in rapid succession, threatening to tear Kitazawa apart.

“Rasengan!”

Kitazawa’s left hand glowed blue, shattering the projectiles, while lightning crackled along Zangetsu in his right.

“Lightning Release: Lightning Blade!”

He lunged forward, a blur of motion—lightning slicing through the air straight toward Danzo’s heart.

“Wind Release: Vacuum Blade!”

Danzo’s kunai elongated with wind chakra, forming a shimmering short blade.
Their weapons collided—steel shrieked, sparks flew.

Even though Wind trumps Lightning, because of Kitazawa's weapon superiority, a numbing shock went through Danzo’s arm, nearly wrenching his weapon free.

Teeth gritted, he steadied himself and activated his Mangekyō once more.

Let’s see you resist this time.

Invisible power rippled outward.

For an instant, Kitazawa’s movements slowed.

Danzo’s smirk returned. “Got you.”

Tsunade’s heart clenched. “Kitazawa—!”

But she stopped mid-step.

A high-pitched crackle filled the air—the sound of a thousand birds.

In that same instant, Kitazawa’s left hand pierced straight through Danzo’s chest.

Lightning flared.

Danzo froze mid-laugh, eyes wide. Blood spurted from his lips.

“You… how are you… unaffected by genjutsu?” he gasped.

Kitazawa didn’t answer. He yanked his hand free, sparks still dancing across his fingertips. “Lady Tsunade, stay back!”

Tsunade’s gaze flicked to Danzo’s chest, her medic’s instincts assessing instantly. “His heart’s been destroyed. He’s finished.”

But Kitazawa didn’t lower his guard.

“Izanagi’s duration hasn’t ended yet, has it?” he asked coldly.

Danzo’s eye widened. “You… how do you know that name?”

“Izanagi?” Tsunade muttered, her expression hardening.
Knowledge of the technique surfaced in her mind—a forbidden dōjutsu that could rewrite reality itself, turning death into illusion for a short time.
At the cost of a Sharingan.

Her disgust was palpable.
That Danzo could use it meant he possessed many Sharingan—stolen from fallen Uchiha.

“Old man… you’ve been far too lenient with him,” she growled under her breath.
At this point, Tsunade only wanted one thing—to bring Danzo’s corpse back to Konoha. Alive, he’d only cause more trouble.

Kitazawa stood motionless, watching closely.
Knowledge was his edge—he knew about Izanagi’s mechanics.

Sure enough, moments later, Danzo’s “corpse” flickered and vanished.

Wind Release: Great Vacuum Sphere!

From behind, Danzo reappeared, exhaling a blast of pressurized air that tore the ground apart. Simultaneously, he dug out the Sharingan in his eye and replaced it with a new one.

“Earth Release: Underground Projection Fish!”

Kitazawa had already anticipated it, diving into the ground the moment he sensed the shift in wind pressure.

Danzo immediately bit his thumb and slammed his hand down. “Summoning Jutsu!”

A massive creature appeared—orange-red skin, the face of an Elephant, Baku.

The beast inhaled sharply, creating a violent suction that ripped chunks of earth from the ground.

“Wind Release: Shuriken!”

Danzo spotted Kitazawa’s silhouette, hurling a shuriken infused with Wind Chakra. It struck—only for the target to explode into mud.

A clone.

Danzo frowned—too late.

A roar split the air behind him.

He turned just in time to see a massive water dragon surging toward him.

“Wind Release: Vacuum Serial Waves!”

Danzo countered instantly, slashing the water dragon apart with a series of razor-thin air streams.

“Your Water Dragon Bullet is pathetic compared to my sensei’s,” he mocked, scanning the battlefield.

He knew Kitazawa’s Water Release had come from Senju Tobirama himself—his own teacher.

“Is that so?”

Kitazawa’s voice echoed from above.

Danzo looked up—and his expression twisted in horror.

The sky had turned into a vast ocean.

A roaring tidal wave descended from the heavens, ready to swallow everything beneath it.

"Baku!"

Danzo barked the command sharply.

The monstrous summon reared its head back, jaws gaping wide as it began to inhale, sucking in seawater by the tons. Yet the volume was far too great to absorb all at once.

“Wind Release: Great Vacuum Sphere!”

Danzo spewed a massive sphere of compressed air, scattering the raging seawater with explosive force.

Then—
The cry of a thousand birds echoed once more.

Danzo turned just in time to see lightning fill his vision. He clenched his jaw, refusing to dodge. Instead, both hands shot out, seizing Kitazawa’s wrists.

Blood spattered through the air.

Chidori tore through Danzo’s heart again.

“Self-Cursing Seal!”

Cursed markings erupted across Kitazawa’s arm, crawling like venomous serpents.

Danzo’s single visible eye flared. He planned to sacrifice a Sharingan, invoke Izanagi, and end Kitazawa here and now. Danzo reappeared quite a distance from Kitazawa's unmoving body.

But before he could gloat, Kitazawa’s blade flashed.

A clean, merciless arc—both of Danzo’s arms hit the ground.

“Too late,” Kitazawa said coldly.

Kitazawa pretended to struggle against the curse seal. In truth, he could erase it instantly—he’d already mastered the Self-Cursing Seal through the system. No one alive understood it better than he did.

And Danzo didn’t know that.

“You… how could you…”

Danzo’s eyes went wide, disbelief twisting his features. This battle had shattered everything he thought he knew.

Kotoamatsukami—useless.
Mangekyo Genjutsu—ignored.
Self-Cursing Seal—dispelled instantly.

What was Kitazawa?

“Do you still have any Izanagi left?” Kitazawa asked with a small, taunting smile.

“You—!” Danzo choked on his fury, blood spilling from his lips, he tried to retreat to a distance and try using another sharingan. “I will kill you…!”

Tsunade, watching nearby, stared in disbelief.

Danzo—an elite Jōnin, and Hiruzen’s most cunning rival—had already died three times.

Absurd didn’t begin to cover it.

If it had been her, she knew even killing Danzo once would’ve been a challenge. Between the Sharingan, Kotoamatsukami, and his underhanded tactics, few in the world could deal with him.

Yet Kitazawa had not only countered every move but anticipated them. He’d read Danzo like an open book.

Why did he know him so well?

Still, Tsunade couldn’t help feeling relieved she’d brought Kitazawa along. Anyone else—even the Third Hokage himself—might not have survived this.

Hidden in the shadows, Itachi watched silently.

He realized his presence was almost unnecessary—Kitazawa and Tsunade alone were enough to crush Danzo and his twelve ANBU.

Yet Itachi was glad he’d come. To witness Danzo’s end with his own eyes—it was justice for Shisui.

“Shuriken Shadow Clone Jutsu!”

A single shuriken left his hand—then split into dozens, then hundreds, filling the sky.

“Damn it! Hiruzen actually taught you that jutsu?” Danzo snarled, forced to abandon bringing out the Sharingan and evade the hailstorm of spinning steel.

Shuriken rained down like a storm.

Out of sight, Kitazawa created a Shadow Clone and slipped underground, his true body vanishing beneath the battlefield.

Danzo hurled a smoke bomb—bang!

Thick smoke enveloped the area, but Kitazawa didn’t flinch.

“Wind Release: Great Vacuum Sphere!”

A blast of air tore through the haze, clearing it in seconds.

Danzo’s grim face emerged from the dissipating smoke. “You even learned my Wind Release?”

“I’ve learned a lot of jutsu,” Kitazawa replied with a thin smile. “Let’s end this with one from the Second Hokage himself. Think of it as your final lesson—from a real student of his.”

“You—what did you say?” Danzo’s killing intent surged violently.

“So you do still care about Tobirama-sama,” Kitazawa pressed, his tone like a knife. “If he saw you now, he’d be glad he chose Hiruzen over you.”

“Shut up!” Danzo roared, fury exploding from every pore. “Die!”

He vanished in a flicker.

“Reverse Four Symbols Sealing Technique!”

Blood sprayed from his body, forming black seals that radiated across the ground. The earth itself trembled as the pull of chakra began consuming everything nearby.

Tsunade’s eyes widened. She recognized it instantly.

That forbidden Uzumaki jutsu—Reverse Four Symbols Seal. Capable of sealing everything within hundreds of meters, at the cost of the user’s life.

She was suddenly grateful Kitazawa had insisted on handling him himself.

“You even prepared that?” Kitazawa felt the violent pull of chakra around him—then burst into smoke.

A Shadow Clone.

Danzo froze. “You… you’re a clone?”

He coughed up a final mouthful of blood.

Rage and despair hit him all at once. His suicidal jutsu, wasted—on a clone.

His body collapsed, and the sealing formation faded into stillness.

The real Kitazawa emerged from the distance, calm as ever.

Bang!

Was this really how he would die?

Kitazawa’s calm voice followed, “Do you still have an Izanagi left, this time?”

“You… you…”

His vision blurred.

And then—he saw his teacher.

Senju Tobirama stood before him again in his fading consciousness.

So many of his teacher’s jutsu—turned against him.

Teacher… is this your way of rejecting me?

Danzo closed his eyes. His final breath left with the sound of rippling water.

【Current Mission: Kill Danzo.】
【Mission Reward: Four Symbols Seal and Reverse Four Symbols Sealing Technique.】
【Mission Complete — Rewards Issued.】

Kitazawa exhaled deeply, relief softening his expression.
The system message confirmed it—Danzo would not return again.

Tsunade stared at the sealed space before her, disbelief flickering in her eyes.

Only when Danzo did not return again did she finally accept it.

Then came a long silence… followed by the first genuine smile she’d had in days.

“That old bastard is finally dead,” she muttered, her voice laced with satisfaction. “Serves him right.”

The weight in her chest lifted. For years, Danzo’s existence had been a thorn in her throat—never fatal, but always painful.

Now that he was gone, she could finally breathe freely.

Konoha would be cleaner without him.

“Is Danzo… really dead?”

Itachi’s quiet voice carried mixed emotions—relief, grief, and a faint ache of regret.

Revenge for Shisui had been achieved, yet it brought no joy.

If only Shisui had survived two more years—until Tsunade’s return—they might have found another way.

Together, they could have brought peace to the village without bloodshed.

“Kitazawa, are you alright?”

Tsunade’s voice snapped him from his thoughts as she rushed forward.

“I—”

Before Kitazawa could reply, the sound of rushing air came from all around.

Eight ANBU emerged from the shadows, joined by four more from Danzo’s side, encircling them completely.

Tsunade’s eyes narrowed. “Danzo is dead. Are you still going to follow his mistakes?”

Itachi immediately moved, signaling his squad to shield Tsunade and Kitazawa.

The twelve ANBU hesitated—conflict evident in their eyes.

Years of Danzo’s conditioning warred against the reality before them.

“If you surrender now, I’ll spare your lives,” Tsunade said coldly. “But if you want to join Danzo in the Pure Land… I’ll send you there myself.”

After a tense silence, one by one, the ANBU dropped their weapons.

With Root disbanded, their curse seals had long been removed. They no longer had to obey Danzo’s orders—only the habits remained.

Now, even those were breaking.

“Good.” Tsunade nodded.

“Hokage-sama,” Kitazawa asked, “should we continue to the Land of Fire’s capital—or return to Konoha first?”

Though Danzo no longer led Root, his status in the village was still high. His death would shake Konoha.

Then again, few would mourn him. Aside from Hiruzen and the two advisors, most would likely celebrate.

Tsunade thought briefly. “Itachi, take your squad to the Capital and escort the Daimyō to Konoha.”

“Yes, Lady Tsunade.”

Itachi bowed. Though part of him wanted to return immediately and tell the Clan of Danzo’s death, he knew he didn’t need to. Once Tsunade returned, the whole village would know.

Tsunade turned to the remaining ANBU. “You’ll return with me. Explain everything to the Hokage Office—Konoha will reassign you properly.”

Then, to Kitazawa, she said simply, “Let’s go.”

By noon, they reached the village.

Tsunade headed straight to the Hokage’s office.

“Tsunade?” Hiruzen looked up, startled. “You’ve returned already? What about the Daimyō?”

“We were ambushed by Danzo,” Tsunade said flatly. “He’s dead.”

“What?”

Hiruzen froze, pipe slipping from his fingers. “Danzo… is dead?”

For a long moment, he said nothing. Decades of friendship—gone in an instant.

“Killing a fellow Konoha shinobi is a capital crime,” Tsunade added, voice sharp as steel.

“This was his doing,” Hiruzen sighed heavily, shoulders slumping. “I warned him… but he chose this path himself.”

He could never blame Tsunade. Not after all Danzo had done.

Besides, if she walked away again, who would lead the village?

“I’ve sent Itachi to summon the Daimyō,” Tsunade continued. “How do you wish to handle Danzo’s matter?”

“You handle it,” Hiruzen said after a pause. “From today onward, you’ll serve as Acting Hokage.”

“Wait, what?” Tsunade frowned. “I refuse.”

“Tsunade,” Hiruzen said tiredly, “don’t be stubborn. Whether it’s a week early or late makes no difference.”

She wanted to argue—but seeing how frail he looked, her heart softened.

“...Alright,” she finally said.

“Haru!” Hiruzen called.

“Yes, Hokage-sama?”

“From today,” Hiruzen declared, “Tsunade will act as Hokage and oversee all village affairs.”

Haru’s eyes widened, then he bowed deeply. “Yes, Hokage-sama.”

Hiruzen took one last look at his office, picked up his pipe, and left quietly.

Tsunade sighed, pressing her fingers to her temple. “How did things end up like this?”

“Lady—Hokage-sama,” Haru corrected herself mid-sentence. “What are your orders?”

“Announce it publicly,” Tsunade said. “Danzo attempted to assassinate me and was killed by Kitazawa in self-defense. Make sure the reason is clearly stated.”

“Yes, Hokage-sama.”

As Haru left to deliver the news, whispers began to spread through the village.

By evening, Konoha was in an uproar.

For the first time in years, laughter echoed through the streets—especially near the Uchiha compound.

Danzo, the man who had cast shadows over so many lives, was finally gone.

And from that day on, Konoha Village began a new chapter.

[NNSS] Chapter : 79 - Ebizo and Roshi's farewell words

Not wanting to continue the discussion about Konoha’s proposed reinforcements, Rasa decisively ended the meeting and asked Roshi to leave.

Even with the Kazekage’s verbal assurance to uphold the alliance, Team 5’s movements within Sunagakure remained tightly restricted.

Only after Roshi’s repeated requests did the Village reluctantly allow them a sliver of freedom—permission to visit designated commercial districts, and even then, they were closely watched by accompanying shinobi.

“It’s so strict here…” Anko muttered under her breath, feeling several gazes pricking her back. “We don’t treat foreign envoys this way in Konoha, do we?”

“The current Konoha has been reorganized,” Roshi replied calmly as he browsed a row of shelves in a Sunagakure shop. “All clan compounds and important zones are now outside the main districts. The commercial areas are open even to outsiders, for trade and diplomacy.”

The shop shelves weren’t bare—far from it. There were luxury items like goldwork, high-grade spices, and rare medicinal herbs. But the selection of daily necessities was limited, and the prices were absurdly high.

Roshi’s fingertips trailed across several items before stopping at a small bottle of perfume, elegantly packaged.

He picked it up.

'This can be reimbursed, right…?'

That thought lingered as Roshi paid for it.

“Captain,” Anko said with mild shock, eyeing the price tag. “You’re actually buying that? Is it a gift for someone?” She leaned in and sniffed. “Well… it does smell amazing.”

Roshi smiled faintly. “You could say that. A gift.”

He slipped the perfume away, lost interest in shopping further, and led the team back to their assigned quarters.

When they returned, Ebizo was there—napping in a chair.

The old man’s head drooped forward, his chest rising and falling with shallow snores, as though he’d been waiting for hours.

“Advisor Ebizo,” Roshi greeted quietly.

“Mm… oh, little brat Roshi, you’re finally back.” Ebizo stirred, lifting his head with half-lidded eyes. “Old bones can’t stand long waits.”

His sharp gaze flicked to the small cloth bag Roshi carried. His nostrils twitched almost imperceptibly.

“The brat’s got good taste,” he said, grinning like a shopkeeper greeting a big spender. “Sunagakure’s goods aren’t bad, eh? Buy more, spend more!”

Then, his smile thinned. “By the way, when are you leaving? Konoha must be getting anxious to hear our stance. Don’t tell me you plan to stay and eat back all the money you’ve spent.”

Roshi set the bag aside, unhurried, and poured himself a glass of water before answering.

Konoha might have been anxious at first. But as days passed without any hostile moves from Sunagakure, that calm in itself was an unspoken message.

There was no need to rush.

“We haven’t received the Kazekage’s formal reply yet,” Roshi said evenly. “It wouldn’t be right to return empty-handed.”

Ebizo stretched out an arm, and a small scroll slid from his wide sleeve, landing with a soft thud on the table.

“This is it. Time to head home, kid.”

Roshi didn’t reach for it. “Kazekage-sama doesn’t seem to want to see me personally.”

Ebizo snorted. “Your sharp tongue is a menace. The Fourth Kazekage has better things to do than argue with you.”

He slammed his palm lightly against the table. “You keep talking about reinforcements—what reinforcements? Stop dancing around it. Unless Konoha delivers what it promised, Sunagakure won’t move a finger!”

His voice sharpened. “I even turned a blind eye when you killed the Iwagakure envoy. Isn’t that sincerity enough?”

“Kid, who do you think you’re threatening? Even if that old fox Ōnoki is unreliable, if he truly wanted to fight Konoha, he could still throw money at the problem.”

“I chose Konoha,” Ebizo went on, his tone rising with each word, “because among the entire ninja world, only Sunagakure and Konoha have the best foundation for cooperation—not because you were our only option. Understand, brat?!”

His voice grew louder, his breath heavier. Roshi quietly refilled the old man’s cup.

Ebizo glared but still took it, gulping the water down in irritation. The silence that followed was heavy but calmer.

Only then did Roshi reach for the scroll. He examined the seal and signature carefully, confirmed they were authentic, and tucked it away.

Ebizo watched him coldly, then snorted and stood.

“Leave tomorrow. Sunagakure will send three squads to escort you out.”

“Advisor Ebizo,” Roshi said suddenly, his tone calm but edged with curiosity. “Since we both understand we’re the best partners available, why can’t we cooperate more openly?”

He met the old man’s eyes. “In this world, aside from the Hidden Mist, the village least likely to attack Sunagakure is Konoha.”

“The village that most sincerely seeks lasting peace with Sunagakure… is also Konoha.”

“And now,” Roshi continued, “is the best time for our friendship to deepen—and the perfect chance to weaken our common threat, Iwagakure.”

Ebizo’s face was unreadable. He said nothing.

Without Iwagakure’s pressure, would Konoha still offer such generous terms? He didn’t believe it. Rasa didn’t either.

Permanent peace? That was a dream for people who didn’t have to fight the wind for their next meal.

When Ebizo finally left, Roshi sat in silence, his mind troubled.

Why was Sunagakure suddenly in such a hurry?

Had something changed within the Village—or somewhere else in the ninja world?

Team 5 had heard no news in Sunagakure; information was sealed tight.

Either way, it was time to return. As the leader of the envoy, Roshi had done all he could.

Ebizo’s “tomorrow” came quickly.

Early the next morning, Team 5 departed Suna, escorted by three full squads—twelve Sunagakure ninja in total.

They barely stopped along the way.

Their so-called escorts behaved less like protectors and more like wardens, ensuring the Konoha team didn’t stray an inch from the assigned route as they sped toward the Land of Fire.

The only upside was that with such a large escort, Team 5 could afford longer rest periods.

The downside—everything else. The pace was relentless. The urgency palpable.

It was strange. Even for cautious Sunagakure, this was excessive.

Roshi’s doubts only grew, but with so many eyes watching, there was no chance to investigate.

After a full day and night of travel, the familiar green canopy of the Land of Fire finally came into view. The border outpost’s watchtowers and fences rose like old friends on the horizon.

At last, the Sunagakure squads halted.

Their leader—a composed jōnin—stepped forward and gave a curt bow.

“Jōnin Roshi,” he said, “we were ordered to escort you this far. Beyond this point lies the Land of Fire. Farewell.”

With that, all twelve Sunagakure ninja turned in unison and disappeared into the desert wind without another word.

The Konoha shinobi stationed at the border had already spotted them approaching. A few approached cautiously, verifying identities before the middle-aged captain came forward.

“Jōnin Roshi! You’re finally back! The Village’s been worried sick about you in Sunagakure…”

His eyes were full of curiosity, searching Roshi’s face for answers.

Roshi nodded curtly. “Mission complete. Sunagakure remains cooperative.”

He produced the sealed scroll. “I have the Kazekage’s formal reply. I’ll report directly to the Third Hokage.”

At that, the Chūnin exhaled loudly, relief washing over him. He turned and called out to the others:

“You heard him! The alliance stands—Sunagakure’s still with us!”

Cheers broke out behind him, brief but heartfelt.

For now, at least, the fragile peace held.

[NNSS] Chapter : 78 - Kazaekage's Stance

Team 5 remained in the Hidden Sand Village for two days.

The Fourth Kazekage, Rasa, finally returned from the Northern Fortress. He didn’t summon Team 5 right away—instead, he quietly listened to Ebizo’s detailed report on the negotiations.

“These are the conditions,” Ebizo concluded. “Konoha’s bottom line is quite firm.”

Rasa sat upright in the Kazekage’s chair, his fingertips rhythmically tapping the cold armrest—soft, deliberate thuds that echoed in the still room.

“Can’t we push for more?” Rasa asked. “If we demanded even a small piece of land from Konoha right now, do you think they’d agree?”

Ebizo met his gaze but didn’t answer directly. Instead, he replied with a seemingly unrelated statement:

“Kazekage-sama… the current Raikage is not like his father.”

Rasa’s fingers froze mid-tap.

That Third Raikage—reckless, impulsive. He had once launched attacks across the continent, even marching against Sunagakure after failing to breach Iwagakure.

And for what? Because the Third Kazekage disappeared? Neither Iwagakure nor Konoha had said a word about it—yet the Raikage, halfway across the world, had leapt into action like a man possessed.

Even if he won, what would he gain? The Land of Wind as an isolated outpost of the Land of Lightning? Ridiculous.

If he’d wanted to attack Konoha, he could have just said so—Sunagakure would’ve joined in.

That man was pure impulse wrapped in muscle. If one of his envoys were killed by Konoha, he’d charge straight into war without a second thought.

But the current Fourth Raikage was different. Hot-headed, yes—but not blind. He knew how to weigh risk and reward.

Rasa understood the subtext.

The Akai incident had dragged on for days, yet Kumogakure hadn’t moved an inch. That silence already revealed their stance.

If Sunagakure tried to demand land from Konoha now, the chances of success were slim. Worse, Konoha might compromise with Kumogakure first—then turn around and make peace with Iwagakure.

And Iwagakure, unlike distant Kumogakure, was their neighbor—always breathing down Sunagakure’s neck, forever clashing over territory and resources in the western nations.

Still… this kind of opportunity was rare. Rasa couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret. Opportunities to fleece an ally didn’t come often.

“Ōnoki can’t be trusted,” Ebizo said heavily, catching the flicker of temptation in Rasa’s eyes. “I don’t know how he pulled this operation off, but rest assured—it wasn’t for Sunagakure’s sake.”

“Do you think he’d ever let us gain such an advantage after all that planning? Impossible.”

“Kazekage-sama, secure the gains that are real—food, supplies, mission quotas. Those are things that will keep the Village alive. As for land or carving up Konoha… that’s too far-fetched for now.”

“If real opportunity comes, we can act then. But not before.”

Rasa was silent for a long moment before shifting the topic.

“Any word on Kazemaki’s whereabouts?”

“Baki confirmed it yesterday, in the Land of Rivers,” Ebizo said flatly. “He’s dead. Along with the men he took with him. A fool, trying to hijack the Village’s will for his own ambitions. He got what was coming to him.”

“I see. Dead, then.” Rasa’s eyes flickered thoughtfully. “Killed by Konoha’s shinobi?”

“Most likely.”

“Then… can we use that as leverage?” Rasa asked. “We’ve lost several elite ninja, after all. It’s only fair to demand some compensation from Konoha.”

Ebizo chuckled dryly. “If you think it’ll work, Kazekage-sama, you’re welcome to try.”

It wasn’t pride—just realism. Their men had conspired with Iwagakure against Konoha. And yet, Konoha still wanted Sunagakure as an ally.

Perhaps, with a different envoy, Ebizo would’ve been willing to play the part and negotiate a little extra.

But not with this envoy.

He could already imagine Roshi’s sharp, unflinching counterarguments, and he had no desire to spar with that young man again.

Rasa sensed as much. He didn’t press further.

“Very well,” he said finally. “I’ll meet Konoha’s envoys now.”

“Kazekage-sama.” Roshi bowed slightly. Behind him, Anko and Itachi followed suit.

“Team 5,” Rasa greeted. “You’ve had a long journey. Ebizo has already explained the situation in detail. Rest assured—Sunagakure stands firmly by its alliance with Konoha to face this crisis together.”

Anko’s lips twitched faintly. She almost couldn’t hold back a quip about what “firmly” meant, but Roshi’s subtle glance kept her silent.

Itachi, meanwhile, stood quietly, reflecting on what this mission had taught him about the fragile, tangled web between the great villages.

Roshi maintained his polite smile.

“Kazekage-sama, your dedication to the alliance is deeply appreciated,” he said smoothly. “May I ask about the situation at the Northern Fortress? If the pressure there is too great, Konoha is prepared to send reinforcements to assist.”

Rasa nodded. “The front is stable for now. Elder Chiyo has taken command in my stead. Our defenses hold strong, with no major issues.”

He paused deliberately before adding, “Of course, Sunagakure is deeply grateful for Konoha’s offer. The Land of Wind is barren, and our needs for supplies are urgent.”

'More money, then?' Roshi thought. 'Of course.'

“Regarding provisions and aid,” Roshi replied smoothly, “Konoha will do its utmost.”

'More money? Not happening.'

He shifted gears to his true purpose. “Konoha is also willing to dispatch elite squads to directly support Sunagakure’s defensive line.”

Rasa’s face didn’t change. “Your offer is generous, but unnecessary. Konoha is already stretched thin with Kumogakure pressing on your borders. Use your forces wisely—Sunagakure can still hold.”

Support? Rasa nearly smirked inwardly. What a joke.

The northern front was quiet. The Iwagakure envoy’s death hadn’t even become public yet, and Iwagakure was still sending friendly signals their way. The so-called “battle” up north consisted of a few shuriken exchanges—so few they had to collect them afterward to reuse.

He’d stayed at the front just to keep up appearances, leaving Ebizo to play the bad guy back home.

If Konoha really sent “reinforcements,” they’d be more like inspectors than allies—an annoyance that might ignite a real war with Iwagakure.

Rasa didn’t want war.

This situation suited him perfectly: take the money, do nothing, and let the storm pass.

Even Kazemaki’s death could be spun into justification. Foolish as he was, the man had been a Sunagakure shinobi—dead on foreign soil, at Konoha’s hands.

And now Rasa wasn’t even demanding reparations.

That alone was already Sunagakure’s sacrifice.

[NNSS] Chapter : 77 - The next step

This time, the resting quarters provided by Sunagakure were far more spacious.

Anko exhaled heavily, patting her chest as though calming her pounding heart. “That Suna Advisor’s presence was terrifying. How did you manage to stay so calm, Roshi? My legs were about to give out.”

She frowned, lowering her voice. “Also… are we really fine with agreeing to so many of their terms? And killing the Iwagakure envoy right in front of them?”

Roshi rubbed his temples, his tone casual. “It’s fine. My authority was confirmed before departure.”

Even if it hadn’t been, there was no time to hesitate. In diplomacy, hesitation was weakness. Discuss what needed to be discussed, agree when necessary—waiting for orders meant falling behind.

“As for that Iwa envoy,” Roshi added quietly, “if Ebizo hadn’t presented him, I’d have found a chance to eliminate him later anyway.”

Anko leaned on the table, muttering, “How did our mission even end up like this? We were just supposed to explain the situation to an ally, and now—”

First came Iwagakure’s ambush, then Suna turning against them—then not turning against them—then maybe turning against them again—then, somehow, not.

Sunagakure’s attitude shifted faster than desert winds.

The young Jōnin finally closed his eyes to rest. He was exhausted.

Such was the nature of alliances during wartime—fragile, shifting, and drenched in uncertainty.

An envoy’s fate was always the same: success meant honor; failure meant death.

The Kumogakure envoy. The Iwagakure envoy. And now him.
Had Roshi made one wrong move, he would have ended up just like the others.

The matter with Sunagakure wasn’t truly settled yet. The so-called agreement with Ebizo was nothing more than an initial understanding; the final decision would depend on the Kazekage’s return from the northern fortress.

Ebizo’s decision to let Roshi kill the Iwagakure envoy only revealed where his own sympathies leaned—for now.

If the Kazekage chose to betray Konoha upon his return, he still could. After all, it was a Konoha shinobi who had shed the envoy’s blood.

Meanwhile, dark clouds loomed over Konoha.

Genma’s team had returned with grim news—Sunagakure shinobi had been involved in ambushing a Konoha squad.

Though only a suspicion, it struck like lightning through the already strained Hokage leadership.

Inside the Hokage Building, Hiruzen sat amid his advisors—Homura, Koharu, Danzo—and the Jōnin Commander, Nara Shikaku.

One report after another piled up like storm clouds.

A harshly worded letter of accountability had arrived from the Raikage.

Kumogakure’s border forces had re-engaged Konoha in the Land of Hot Water, sparking multiple skirmishes in a single day. The tension on the eastern front was palpable.

Even worse, Hidden Mist had begun taking advantage of the chaos—landing small teams along the eastern coast of the Land of Fire under the guise of “investigation.”

Fugaku had offered the aid of the Police Force, and after an emergency council, Uchiha Shisui was dispatched with a team to repel the incursions.

They succeeded—but the implications were chilling.

If Hidden Mist chose to intervene, even just to supply Kumogakure with food, Konoha’s position would deteriorate rapidly.

“Regarding Kumogakure,” Homura began, adjusting his glasses, “Kitamura’s latest report states that while their forces are active, all conflicts remain below Chūnin level, and troop movements haven’t expanded beyond existing defense zones.”

Koharu turned toward Danzo. “What about Iwagakure?”

Danzo shook his head. “No new intelligence yet.”

It was too soon. Even Root’s most efficient agents needed time to dig deeper.

An uneasy silence followed. The weight of Konoha’s survival pressed on everyone’s shoulders.

Finally, Shikaku broke the stillness, his voice low. “Hidden Mist is testing the waters—probing for weakness. Their interests are coastal. They lack the strength and motive to seize land so deep inland. For now, they’re a secondary threat.”

He tapped the table, eyes narrowing. “The real issue is Sunagakure. Team 5 hasn’t sent back definitive intel, and combined with Genma’s report… this silence is telling.”

“It’s likely Sunagakure hasn’t decided which side to take yet.”

“For Konoha, the best support we can give Team 5 now is momentum.”

He looked around the room, his tone sharpening. “The ‘Attack West, Defend East’ strategy we discussed can’t be executed until Sunagakure’s stance is clear. We have two viable options left.”

He raised one finger. “First: launch an all-out offensive on the eastern front, aiming for a decisive victory that cripples Kumogakure’s forces. Force them to accept reality and abandon their war ambitions. It’s bold, direct—and extremely risky.”

The room fell silent. Everyone knew the truth: if victory were that easy, peace would already exist.

Then Shikaku raised a second finger. “Second: a two-pronged approach. Maintain high pressure on the eastern front to keep Kumogakure in check, while simultaneously dispatching an envoy to officially reopen peace talks.”

His gaze was sharp. “Kumogakure’s restraint is a sign—they want negotiations, but they need something bigger to save face after the Akai incident.”

“Even if the talks fail,” Shikaku continued, “as long as the other villages—especially Sunagakure and Iwagakure—see that Kumogakure prefers negotiation over war, their appetite for conflict will wane.”

“When Sunagakure weighs its options, it will side with Konoha, not risk joining Iwagakure in a losing war.”

Homura nodded slightly. “Kumogakure’s attitude does lean toward peace—but the price they’ll demand this time will be far greater. A Jōnin envoy won’t suffice.”

Hiruzen couldn’t leave the village. Danzo had to oversee Root’s Iwagakure operations.

That left the two advisors.

“I’ll lead the delegation to Kumogakure,” Homura declared. “Before departure, I’ll make arrangements with the Sealing Corps.”

He knew the risks. An advisor carried too much classified knowledge; entering hostile territory meant preparing for death.

Hiruzen silently lit his pipe, the smoke swirling as he gave quiet approval.

Koharu’s eyes softened with reluctant acceptance.

They had already made private contingency plans. Between them, Homura’s temperament made him the more suitable envoy.

“The mission’s scale must be significant,” Shikaku added, “to project strength—and to bolster Jōnin Roshi’s standing in Sunagakure.”

“I’ll handle the security,” Hiruzen said, setting down his pipe. “I’ll personally lead the escort—up to the border of the Land of Hot Water.”

[NSSSG] [ARC-07] Chapter : 259 - Trap within a Trap

The announcement of the Hokage selection process sent a wave of excitement through Konoha Village.

A new Hokage meant new leadership, new reforms—and new opportunities.

Few Hokage ever retained their predecessor’s full administration. Those with ambition or influence would soon find doors opening. Even the great clans began to stir, weighing how this shift might reshape their fortunes.

Among them was the Uchiha Clan.

“Clan Head!”

Yashiro burst into Fugaku’s office, breath uneven and eyes wide.

“What is it?” Fugaku asked, frowning at his urgency.

“An Anbu just delivered word—the Jonin vote will be held next week.”

“The Jonin vote…” Fugaku rose from his chair, the weight of the news settling over him. Then, slowly, his lips curved into a faint smile.

“So it’s finally happening. If nothing goes wrong, Tsunade will be the next Hokage.”

He exhaled deeply. “After all our clan has endured… perhaps the clouds are parting at last.”

With Hiruzen stepping down and Danzo losing his influence, the Uchiha were poised for a long-awaited turn of fortune.

“Given Lady Tsunade’s temperament,” Yashiro said eagerly, “Danzo won’t have a chance to return to power. Our clan can finally breathe freely again!”

“I only wonder whether Tsunade will deal with Danzo directly,” Fugaku mused, sinking back into his seat. “If she does, the Uchiha should lend their support.”

“We can have Itachi keep an eye on the situation,” Yashiro suggested.

“Agreed.” Fugaku nodded, then fixed his subordinate with a steady look. “Tell me, Yashiro—what’s the most important thing for our clan right now?”

“To cultivate a Hokage candidate?” Yashiro ventured.

“That’s important,” Fugaku admitted, “but not the priority. What we must focus on now is returning to our original compound.”

“Exactly!” Yashiro’s eyes lit up. “The Uchiha Clan should reclaim its rightful place in the heart of the village!”

After the Nine-Tails’ rampage, Danzo had forced them out of their central compound—under the pretext of security—to the outskirts of Konoha. It had been nothing short of exile, both politically and symbolically.

“Then what’s our move?” Yashiro asked, his tone steadier now.

“When Tsunade becomes Hokage, she’ll naturally reshuffle personnel.” Fugaku’s gaze darkened. “We must secure as many of those new appointments as possible.”

“That won’t be easy,” Yashiro admitted. “Our reputation in the village is still—”

“I know,” Fugaku cut him off with a faint smile. “But we’re not without leverage. Fortunately, our earlier investment in Kitazawa wasn’t in vain. When the time comes, we can rely on him.”

“Clan Head, you're as wise as ever.” Yashiro grinned.

“I can hardly take credit,” Fugaku said with a quiet chuckle. “It’s Kitazawa’s own rise that’s truly remarkable. His strength and influence have grown too fast to ignore.”

“Indeed,” Yashiro nodded. “The last ninja to rise that quickly was the Fourth Hokage himself.”

“Tell me, Yashiro,” Fugaku asked suddenly, eyes narrowing. “Do you think the Sixth Hokage could be Kitazawa?”

The question hung in the air.

For years, the Uchiha had dreamed of producing a Hokage of their own. Yet, for now, Kitazawa’s star burned the brightest in all of Konoha—his fame and skill eclipsing nearly everyone of his generation.

“…I think it’s entirely possible,” Yashiro admitted after some thought. “Even Itachi, talented as he is, can’t match Kitazawa’s reputation.”

“Then our gamble truly paid off,” Fugaku said with quiet satisfaction.

If Kitazawa ever became Hokage, Izumi would be the student of a Hokage. And when Sasuke graduated, he could also come under Kitazawa’s tutelage.

That would give the clan not one, but two potential Hokage candidates.

Izumi’s chances might be slim—but Sasuke, with his natural talent, only needed the right environment to rise above his peers.

While the entire village buzzed with speculation about the next Hokage, Kitazawa himself was buried in work.

The reports, merit lists, and postwar evaluations had to be finished before Friday’s departure.

The original schedule covered five days—Wednesday through Sunday—but with Tsunade’s travel plans, they only had two left.

To keep up, Kitazawa had no choice but to create five Shadow Clones to share the workload.

By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, the room was dim, and fatigue gnawed at him.

When the clones dispelled one after another, the flood of shared memories and exhaustion hit him all at once. His mind throbbed with the weight of a full day’s worth of strain multiplied by five.

“Good work today, everyone,” Tsunade said, stretching as she stood. “Let’s continue tomorrow.”

Shikaku and Suzaku Nara exchanged nods and quietly left the office.

When they were gone, Tsunade turned toward Kitazawa.

Noticing his pale face, she reached out and pressed a hand to his forehead.

Kitazawa froze, instinctively glancing up—only to find her face too close to focus on properly.

A faint green glow spread from her palm, warm and soothing.

The fatigue melted away almost instantly.

“Go home and rest,” Tsunade murmured, her tone softer than usual. She ruffled his hair lightly, almost like an older sister.

“…Thank you, Lady Tsunade.”

Kitazawa could only smile faintly, feeling oddly at peace beneath her touch.

For once, even the tireless Kitazawa allowed himself a quiet moment of rest as the night came over Konoha.

“I’m home!”

Kitazawa pushed open the door, his voice echoing through the quiet house.

Kurenai, who had been practicing her jutsu, paused mid-motion. She stepped barefoot across the wooden floor toward the sound.

By the time she reached him, Kitazawa had already closed the door, changed his shoes, and pulled her into a hug—his hand giving her a playful pat on the hip.

“When I went out this afternoon,” he said with a grin, “everyone was talking about the new Hokage.”

Kurenai didn’t mind his teasing. Tilting her head curiously, she asked, “So, who is it? Do you know?”

Hiruzen had only authorized the Anbu to announce the villager and Jonin votes scheduled for next week. He hadn’t officially named Tsunade as the successor—procedures had to be followed, after all.

But most people already knew. Kurenai simply wanted to hear it from him.

“Who else could it be?” Kitazawa smiled. “It’s obviously Lady Tsunade.”

Kurenai’s eyes brightened instantly. “So it really is her! Then you’ll be the Hokage’s student from now on!”

She knew full well what that meant.

Becoming the Hokage’s student was no small honor—it was an implicit acknowledgment as a future candidate for the title. And with Kitazawa’s current fame and ability, that future didn’t seem far-fetched at all.

Her own heart swelled with pride—and maybe a little mischief. The thought of being the Hokage’s wife one day made her pulse quicken.

Of course, she also knew better than to challenge Kitazawa in “combat.” The gap between them was… too much. So, she tucked the thought away with a smile.

“I’ll cook tonight!” Kurenai declared, standing on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “Let’s celebrate!”

“If it’s a celebration,” Kitazawa said, blinking innocently, “how about you wear black stockings tonight?”

“I’m talking about something serious!”

“This is serious,” he said without missing a beat.

Kurenai rolled her eyes, fighting a smile. “Then you’d better hope I’m in a good mood!” she huffed, turning toward the kitchen.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window.

Like the day before, Kitazawa headed to the Hokage Building for work.

“Lady Tsunade,” he asked as they reviewed documents, “once you become Hokage, will you move to a new place?”

“I’m used to living here,” Tsunade replied lazily. “Too much trouble to move. Besides, I can always freeload off your cooking.”

Her tone was casual, but Kitazawa understood. The Senju Clan compound might’ve been her home once—but now it was empty, echoing with both fond and painful memories.

“Then it’s settled,” Kitazawa said with a grin. “If you and Shizune-senpai moved out, the house would feel too quiet.”

“Then I'll come by for meals whenever you want,” Tsunade said, glancing at him.

“No problem,” he answered instantly.

“...?”

Shizune blinked, slightly confused. If Kitazawa was cooking… what was she supposed to do now? Was she about to be replaced in her own kitchen—and her position?

“Tomorrow’s Friday,” Tsunade said after a moment. “We’ll leave for the Land of Fire’s capital at nine in the morning.”

“Understood,” Kitazawa and Shizune replied in unison.

“Shizune, you’ll stay home this time.”

“Huh?” Shizune’s eyes widened. It was the first time Tsunade had ever gone on a mission without her.

Her heart sank. Was Kitazawa… taking her place?

“There’s a chance of danger,” Tsunade explained calmly. “You’re a medical ninja—you don’t need to come.”

“Danger? Wait…” Shizune’s expression shifted. “Is it because of Danzo?”

Kitazawa couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Shizune asked, frowning. “Am I wrong?”

“No,” Kitazawa said, shaking his head with a sigh. “You’re right on target. Danzo’s reputation precedes him.”

“He brought it upon himself,” Shizune muttered. “Every shady thing he’s done is part of that reputation. It’s hard not to think of him.”

Then her worry returned. “Still, just the two of you? Shouldn’t you bring more people?”

“There’ll be Anbu escorts,” Kitazawa assured her. “Nothing will happen.”

“That’s… good.” Shizune nodded, though she still looked uneasy. She wanted to go—but Tsunade was right. Against Root fanatics, her combat ability wouldn’t hold up. Worse, she might just become a liability.

By evening, most of the paperwork was finally done.

After days of effort, only a small portion—barely one percent—remained.

That last bit involved deciding rewards for the ninja who had made major contributions during the war.

“Shikaku,” Tsunade said, handing over a folder, “distribute these rewards over the next couple of days. For the rest, we’ll finalize them next week.”

“Yes, Lady Tsunade,” Shikaku and Suzaku replied before exiting with the documents.

They’d be heading to the Konoha warehouse to collect jutsu scrolls, tools, and money to distribute according to Tsunade’s notes.

Tsunade leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples. “I’m not even officially Hokage yet, and the workload’s already ridiculous. Once I am, I’ll be buried alive in paperwork.”

To her, the title that others worshipped was little more than a gilded burden.

“You could always follow the Fourth Raikage’s example,” Kitazawa suggested. “Set up secretaries.”

Tsunade raised a brow, intrigued. “Secretaries, huh? That doesn’t sound half bad. If I hire enough, I won’t have to do anything myself.”

Kitazawa chuckled. “A lazy Hokage—now there’s a first.”

“Who says it’s not allowed?” Tsunade shot back, smirking. Then she added dangerously, “Fine, I’ll make you the only secretary. You can work every day without rest.”

“Lady Tsunade’s leadership is truly inspiring,” Kitazawa said straight-faced. “We can always add more secretaries, though—many hands make light work.”

That earned a laugh from Shizune.

“Your personality really is suited for a secretary,” Tsunade said dryly. “Shameless.”

“How is that shameless?” Kitazawa countered. “That’s called adaptability.”

Shizune, still chuckling, tilted her head. “But won’t the two Hokage Advisors oppose it? They’ve always managed things like that.”

“Ugh, those two,” Tsunade muttered, pouting.

She hadn’t dealt with Homura and Koharu in years, but her memories of them were crystal clear—smooth-tongued, cautious, always talking, never acting.

“They love giving opinions,” she sighed, “just not taking responsibility.”

“Lady Tsunade’s the Hokage,” Kitazawa said confidently. “If they object, they can talk to the wall.”

Tsunade smirked. “We’ll see about that.”

Tsunade rubbed her temples, too tired to think any further. With a sigh, she stood up.
“Let’s go. We’re heading back.”

As they walked, Shizune glanced at Kitazawa curiously.
“Speaking of which, Kitazawa—you made the biggest contribution this time. What kind of reward do you want?”

Kitazawa frowned slightly, thinking for a moment.
“You’ve got me there… I’m not really sure what I want.”

Tsunade smiled faintly. “Think it over carefully. As long as it’s not an unreasonable request, Konoha will see it granted.”

“Hmm,” Kitazawa replied, nodding.

In truth, there were many things he lacked—but most of them weren’t things Konoha could provide.

His mind suddenly drifted to Wood Release.
Could he… request access to it? Perhaps claim he’d developed it through a combination of Earth and Water Release?

“Remember to inform Itachi,” Tsunade reminded him.

“I’ll go now,” Kitazawa said, glancing up at the dimming sky. “At this hour, he’s probably done for the day—should’ve gone home already.”

After parting ways with Tsunade and Shizune, he took a different path.

He’d visited the Uchiha compound many times before, but tonight, it felt different.
Unsettlingly different.

The Uchiha were too friendly.

Along the way, people greeted him one after another.
Their smiles looked forced—awkward, like masks they weren’t used to wearing.

How to describe it?
Another kind of strangeness.

“Kitazawa.”

At the entrance, Fugaku was already waiting for him, as if expecting his arrival. Beside him stood Itachi.

“Lord Kitazawa,” Itachi greeted him formally.

Once, he’d called him “Kitazawa-sensei,” following Sasuke’s example.
But now that Tsunade was soon to become the Fifth Hokage, Kitazawa’s status had risen with hers.

Itachi was Anbu—addressing him as “Lord” was only fitting.

“Clan Head Fugaku,” Kitazawa said directly. “I’m here to ask for Itachi’s help.”

“Whatever it is, speak freely,” Fugaku replied readily. “The Uchiha will see it done.”

“This matter is of great importance,” Kitazawa said in a low, steady tone. “Please do not reveal it to anyone.”

Fugaku and Itachi exchanged brief glances, a flicker of surprise in their eyes.
Could this be an early sign? Before Tsunade even took office, the Uchiha Clan was already being trusted with key missions?

“Of course,” Fugaku said solemnly. “No one else will hear a word of this.”

“Lady Tsunade departs for the Capital tomorrow,” Kitazawa said. “Itachi, you and your team will provide covert protection.”

“Yes,” Itachi responded without hesitation.

But as he answered, the same thought that haunted Fugaku flashed through his mind—
Kitazawa was treating this too cautiously. Could it be… he knew someone planned to attack Tsunade?

And if so, who else but Danzo?

Itachi’s eyes darkened. A silent fire lit within him.
This could be the chance to avenge Shisui.

Fugaku’s expression, too, was laced with quiet satisfaction.
If Danzo died, no one in Konoha would ever dare target the Uchiha again.

“We depart at nine tomorrow morning,” Kitazawa said with a faint smile. “See you then.”

He turned and left without lingering.

Fugaku watched his back disappear into the night.
“Itachi, our chance has come. You must seize it.”

“I understand,” Itachi said firmly.

“If Danzo dares to make a move on Tsunade… eliminate him.” Fugaku’s tone dropped to a cold murmur.

He feared Tsunade might hesitate out of sentiment for Hiruzen Sarutobi.

But Itachi shook his head. “Lady Tsunade definitely won’t show mercy.”

He’d been on missions with her—he knew.
She despised Danzo.

“Good,” Fugaku said simply.
Yet, he couldn’t hide the growing smile on his face.

If Danzo weren’t still alive, he’d have gathered the entire Uchiha clan for a banquet.

No one understood better than they did how much Danzo had persecuted them.

Being forced out of their ancestral compound—that was Fugaku’s greatest humiliation.
Land that had belonged to the Uchiha since Konoha’s founding…
Lost under his leadership.

But if Danzo fell, the clan’s honor could be restored.
And Fugaku could face his ancestors with pride once more.

Kitazawa returned home, unaware that his visit had completely altered Fugaku’s path.

But that was how people were—
Every decision, every emotion, shaped by countless unseen influences.

In the original timeline, Fugaku never had the chance to strike down Danzo.
Nor did he live to see Tsunade rise as Hokage.

Shimura Clan Compound

“Lord Danzo,” a Root operative kneeling before him reported. “They’ve already departed.”

“How many?” Danzo asked flatly.

“Two people,” the operative said, then hesitated. “But an Anbu squad follows them.”

“Follow as well,” Danzo ordered. “Do not act until I give the signal.”

Even if it was a trap set by Tsunade and Kitazawa, he would spring it himself.
If he missed this chance—there might never be another.

“Yes, Lord Danzo.”

Danzo rose slowly, his cane tapping against the floor. He stepped outside, eyes narrowing against the morning sun.

“Hiruzen,” he muttered, “if you are heartless, don’t blame me for being the same.”

He had made all preparations to assassinate Tsunade—bringing along every Sharingan he possessed.

His only regret was not having access to Hashirama’s cells—or the power of Wood Release.
The surviving Wood Release user had already been taken under Hiruzen’s direct control in the Anbu.

Danzo had once reached out to Orochimaru for help stabilizing the cells, but it was too late now.
Besides, he never fully trusted that serpent.

Once he became Hokage, he’d have the village’s full resources at his disposal—to perfect both Hashirama’s cells and Wood Release.

Mangekyō Sharingan and Wood Release combined… he would be unstoppable.

As for Tsunade?
With his Mangekyō Sharingan—and the spare Sharingan for resurrection—he felt confident even against Hiruzen himself.

“Hiruzen… this time, you will regret it.”

Danzo’s grip tightened on his cane, the wood creaking under his fingers.

He’d said those words countless times before—empty threats, petty rivalries.
But now? Now they meant something.

Tsunade was Hiruzen’s prized student—the Hokage he had chosen.
If she died… Hiruzen would truly regret it. Perhaps for the rest of his life.

And for once, Danzo would stand victorious.

[NNSS] Chapter : 76 - Turning the tables

“Sunagakure is in no rush for an answer. Take your time to consider it, ally.”

Ebizo’s frail hand waved lazily through the air. At his cue, two Sand shinobi silently appeared by the doorway, motioning for their guests to leave.

Roshi maintained his calm, unreadable expression, gave a polite nod, and turned to exit with Anko and Itachi close behind.

As they stepped into the corridor, the faint creak of a door opening caught Roshi’s attention. At the far end, another Sand ninja was ushering someone inside—a man clad in the dark garb of Iwagakure. His presence here, in the heart of the Sand, could only mean one thing. The generous gift Ebizo spoke of had already arrived.

The three Konoha ninja were escorted into a modest waiting room.

Anko started to speak, but Roshi raised a hand, silencing her. His expression remained composed—calm to the point of reassurance—and the small smile tugging at his lips was enough to steady her nerves.

So this is how it is.

Two questions formed clearly in Roshi’s mind.
First: why did Sunagakure want to meet with Iwagakure?
Second: why did they also call for Konoha?

The answer was simple—Sunagakure was playing both sides, weighing who could offer more.

They were auctioning their alliance to the highest bidder.

But that also revealed the limits of the game. Iwagakure wasn’t wealthy; they had little beyond manpower and stone. Konoha, on the other hand, still had resources, land, and food—things that could keep a desert village alive.

Ebizo was using Iwagakure’s visit to inflate his price, waiting for Konoha to pay more. But could that really be all?

No.

The recent incident with the Kumogakure envoy—losing control right in Konoha’s heart—had cast a long shadow. It wasn’t just an embarrassment; it was a question of strength. The world was watching, doubting whether the Leaf still had the power to command fear or respect.

And that doubt was poison.

If Konoha negotiated from weakness, no matter how much it offered, it would only invite greed. Sunagakure could easily abandon them, joining hands with Iwagakure—or worse, with both Iwa and Kumo—to carve up the Leaf from all sides.

That would mean annihilation.

So, Roshi thought, showing our hand isn’t what matters. Showing our will is.

When the door finally opened again, a Sand ninja entered with food. Roshi and his teammates didn’t touch it. The long wait dragged into the night before they were summoned once more before Ebizo.

This time, the old man didn’t waste breath on courtesy.

“Sunagakure wants the full mission quota from the Land of Rivers,” he said flatly.

Ebizo studied Roshi’s impassive face, then continued, “As compensation for aiding Konoha through this war, the Suna demands—”

Roshi interrupted, his tone as calm as before.

“I don’t think Advisor Ebizo needs to ask for this or that.”

A faint glimmer of irritation flashed in Ebizo’s eyes.

“The Land of Wind is vast,” Roshi went on evenly, “but only a handful of oases can actually sustain life—and a hidden village. Even so, Sunagakure maintains a military almost equal to the other great nations. That burden must be… considerable.”

He clasped his hands behind his back. “Konoha maintains this alliance because it serves both sides. You receive food and supplies to keep your village running; we, in turn, ensure peace on our western border.”

“If we were to accept your current demands, Sunagakure would become a gold-devouring beast we’d need to constantly feed to maintain.”

His gaze hardened slightly. “If peace becomes more expensive than war, then Konoha might as well transfer its resources to Iwagakure instead. It would cost less… and send a clearer message.”

Ebizo’s face twitched—barely perceptible, but it was there.

“The Land of Earth is poor in resources too,” Roshi continued. “Iwagakure seeks only wealth—and if peace with Konoha offers more profit than war, Ōnoki will not hesitate to take it.”

The old man’s patience snapped. He slammed his hand on the armrest and stood.

“Arrogant fool!” Ebizo barked. “Sarutobi must truly be senile to send a child to discuss such matters! The downfall of Konoha will begin with you!”

“With three Great Villages moving against you at once, what chance does your precious Leaf have?”

Roshi chuckled—a low, cold sound.

“Three Great Villages attacking at once?” he echoed. “You misunderstand, Advisor. There’s no such thing.”

He raised a hand and ticked off points on his fingers.

“Kumogakure can’t fight. Cut off their food supply, and they’ll crumble in months. How many ninja do you think it takes to starve a mountain village, Ebizo? Five? Ten?”

His voice lowered, almost casual. “They won’t get a single grain from the outside world.”

“As for Ōnoki…” Roshi smiled faintly. “He’s a loyal ally.”

Ebizo froze—then burst into a rasping, incredulous laugh.

“Hah! You’ve got a sense of humor after all! Ōnoki, a loyal ally? Hahahaha!”

He laughed until his shoulders shook, the wrinkles on his face twisting like dry parchment.

But behind that laughter, he understood perfectly what Roshi meant.

Ōnoki was ruthless. If the rewards of peace outweighed those of war, he’d betray Sunagakure without hesitation.

When the laughter finally subsided, Ebizo sank back into his chair, the amusement fading from his eyes.

“Enough jokes, Roshi,” he said quietly. “Show me Konoha’s hand. Sunagakure’s patience is not endless.”

Roshi inclined his head slightly. “Originally, peace talks with Kumogakure were nearly concluded. The food embargo on the Land of Lightning was about to be lifted. But since the situation has changed…”

He paused, watching Ebizo’s expression.

“This shipment of food that can no longer go to the Land of Lightning will instead be sold—at the lowest price possible—to the Land of Wind.”

He smiled faintly. “Our demand is simple: that Sunagakure treat it as an unconditional gift.”

That was precisely what the Sand needed most—food. There was no argument to be made against it.

Ebizo said nothing, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Sunagakure wants two-thirds of the Land of Rivers’ mission quota,” he finally said, raising two crooked fingers.

Roshi met his gaze evenly. “One-sixth.”

What followed was a long night of tense negotiation—the sound of palms slamming against the table, voices hard with calculation, the clinking of teacups gone cold.

Eventually, a fragile consensus was reached.

Ebizo leaned back, rubbing his lower back with a soft groan. “I’m old,” he muttered. “Not as spirited as you young ones.”

After a moment’s rest, his eyes flicked open again—still sharp, still gleaming with interest.

“So,” he murmured, “would you like to see the generous gift?”

“If you can bring him in,” Roshi said lightly, “that would be ideal.”

Ebizo didn’t reply. He merely lifted a hand and gestured toward the door.

Moments later, it creaked open.

A man in Iwagakure attire stepped in, a self-satisfied smirk on his face—until his gaze fell upon the three Leaf ninja.

Shock froze him mid-step. Confusion, panic, and fear flickered in his eyes as he opened his mouth to speak—

—but a flash of black light cut through the air.

A kunai buried itself in his throat before he could utter a word.

The Iwagakure envoy staggered, hands clawing desperately at his neck as dark red blood gushed between his fingers. He made a choking sound, fell to his knees, and collapsed forward with a dull thud.

Roshi lowered his arm from the backhand throw, face calm as ever.

He inclined his head politely toward Ebizo. “May the friendship between Konoha and Sunagakure be long-lasting.”

Ebizo let out a slow, raspy chuckle.

What a ruthless, dangerous boy, he thought, stifling a yawn. Just like the Hokage he serves.

[NNSS] Chapter : 75 - Onoki's plans

This man was unmistakably a Suna ninja.

“Konoha Jōnin Roshi,” he introduced himself in a firm, clear voice. “By order of the Hokage, I’m here to deliver urgent classified intelligence to our ally—the Sunagakure.”

As his words faded, Roshi flicked his wrist and sent an envoy’s scroll spinning through the air, its wax seal stamped with the Third Hokage’s insignia.

Once the message landed, Roshi stepped back several paces, maintaining a deliberate distance. His hands were open at his sides—a clear gesture that he bore no hostility.

Baki, the shinobi leading the formation, didn’t move immediately.

From the ranks behind him, another ninja silently stepped forward. Rather than approach himself, he summoned a small, insect-like puppet. The mechanical creature skittered across the sand, its metal limbs glinting faintly as it picked up the dispatch with a delicate claw before retreating to its master.

The puppet handler examined the scroll with meticulous precision, fingers brushing across the surface to detect chakra residue or hidden curse marks.

A brief moment passed. The Sand ninja gave Baki a short nod—safe.

The puppet crawled forward once more and deposited the scroll into Baki’s waiting hand.

He studied the seal, glanced at the contents, and—after confirming its authenticity—tossed it back. Roshi didn’t retrieve it directly. Instead, a shadow clone stepped up to collect it, dispelling after a quick inspection to ensure nothing had been tampered with. Only then did Roshi take the scroll himself.

Satisfied by the careful exchange, Baki gestured for his subordinates to stand down. The Sand Ninja's formation eased; most dispersed, leaving only five guards behind alongside their captain.

Roshi exhaled quietly. Their reaction was normal—measured, cautious, exactly what he’d expected from Sunagakure.

Still, he kept his guard raised. Only when he stepped closer and saw no hint of aggression did he motion for Anko and Itachi to follow.

“Kazekage-sama isn’t in the village,” Baki explained. “Iwagakure’s been unusually active lately, so he’s stationed at the northern fortress.”

“Then who is currently handling the village’s affairs?” Roshi asked. “We’d like to request an audience.”

“That needs to be reported,” Baki replied. “For now, please follow me. You can rest while we wait for a response from the village.”

Turning on his heel, he stepped toward a massive fissure carved into the desert—an enormous wound in the earth known as the One-Line Sky.

Two Sand shinobi took the lead, Baki in the center. Roshi and others followed, three more Sand guards closing silently behind them.

As they entered the narrow crevice, the world dimmed. Towering cliffs of reddish-brown stone loomed on both sides, squeezing the sunlight into a thin, wavering ribbon overhead.

The air was cool, filled with the scent of dust and stone—a sharp contrast to the dry heat of the desert outside. Footsteps echoed hollowly, amplified by the confined space.

The path twisted and wound like a living maze.

Sunagakure had clearly been using this route for years; the rock walls bore marks of excavation—makeshift sentry points, carved alcoves, and crude rope bridges spanning between ledges high above.

Eventually, Maki led them into a wider alcove hewn directly from the rock.

The space was simple but functional: roughly smoothed walls, straw mats worn thin from long use, and a few piles of supplies emitting a faint musty odor.

Dim oil lamps flickered in the corners.

“Wait here,” Maki said. He signaled for two guards to stay by the entrance before leaving with the rest.

Itachi silently approached the side wall, his sharp eyes taking in every detail—the worn mats, the chipped stone bowls, the cracked water skins.

The supplies spoke volumes: hard, dark rations; dried water reserves; life here was sustained, not lived.

Roshi’s gaze was equally observant. Having once worked along Konoha’s border, he knew hardship—but this was another level. Sunagakure’s living conditions were harsh, stripped to survival.

With guards nearby, none of them spoke. They used the quiet to alternate rest and vigilance.

When Roshi rested, Anko and Itachi stayed alert; when his eyes opened, they switched without a word.

After one such rotation, the guards returned. “Konoha squad,” one said, “you have permission to enter. The Village has approved your audience.”

Sunagakure wasn’t as vast as Konoha, but it exuded a rugged, battle-hardened vitality. For Roshi, who had seen great cities in another life, its rawness was strangely refreshing.

“This way,” the Sand ninja said. “Ebizo-sama is waiting for you.”

He led them through the narrow alleys to a low, domed structure marked with the kanji for Wind.

Every major village mirrored Konoha’s organizational design—an echo of the Second Hokage Tobirama’s model. The Kage’s tower always stood at the heart.

Inside, they were met by a thin, elderly man wrapped in coarse desert robes, his sharp eyes gleaming beneath deep wrinkles.

“Konoha’s envoys?” he said before they could speak. “Jōnin, no less. As expected—your village never runs out of prodigies.”

His tone was dry, his expression unreadable.

“So,” Ebizo continued, “what brings you here? Are you here to discuss how Konoha managed to let a few Kumogakure shinobi slip right through your fingers?”

Anko’s brow furrowed slightly. 'How did they already know that?'

“No,” Roshi replied evenly. “We’ve come to deliver a warning. Iwagakure plans to exploit Konoha’s current distraction and move against Suna. That’s why the Hokage sent us in haste.”

Ebizo regarded him for a long moment—then let out a quiet, almost amused breath.

“Konoha truly breeds talent,” he said. “To be this young and already speak with such… audacity.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, his tone shifting from amusement to something colder.

“I’ve lived a long life, boy. Long enough to see alliances born at dawn and shattered by dusk. The Second Hokage and the Second Raikage formed a pact—only to be slain hours later by Kinkaku and Ginkaku. Such things are the rule, not the exception.”

“An alliance,” he said softly, “means nothing before survival and self-interest.”

Ebizo leaned forward, voice low but sharp. “So let’s skip the pleasantries. Tell me plainly—what is Konoha prepared to offer to preserve this friendship?”

His gaze hardened. “Choose your next words carefully.”

“The one truly standing at the edge of collapse right now,” he continued, “isn’t Suna—it’s your Konoha.”

“Without us holding the western front, how long do you think you can last, trapped between two enemies?”

He gave a faint, almost pitying shake of his head.

“Since we’re still allies,” he said, “I’ll share one more piece of information with you.”

Leaning forward, his voice dropped to a gravelly whisper.

“Before you arrived, an envoy from Iwagakure already reached us.”

Ebizo’s eyes gleamed, and a hint of grim satisfaction crossed his face.

“That old fox Ōnoki,” he said, “came bearing gifts. And this time… they were very generous ones—meant for Konoha.”

[NNSS] Chapter : 74 - Mission Failure!

Kazemaki’s defiant roar echoed through the canyon.
They fought with courage—reckless, desperate courage.

But it was meaningless.

Moments later, silence returned.
Only corpses remained.

Sunagakure. Iwagakure.

The narrow valley reeked of iron and dust.

Raidō flicked the blood from his black blade, the dark green poison pattern along its edge spreading visibly through the wounds of the fallen.
Genma clenched another senbon between his teeth, his gaze scanning for any remaining threats.
Iwashi stood at the flank, breathing hard but steady, eyes alert.

Anko’s snake slithered back into her sleeve; she pouted, kicking a pebble aside.
Itachi silently wiped his kunai clean, his eyes sweeping over the battlefield calmly.

Roshi stood still, frowning slightly.

Their enemies had fought bravely, almost suicidally so.
That, precisely, was the most suspicious part.

Without reinforcements, their only real defense had been the sealing traps they set within their camp.
To fight head-on was irrational.

Just as Roshi had said before, the odds had never been in their favor. His team’s composition was too strong.

Genma and Raidō were Special Jonin—both carrying the combat power of full-fledged Jonin, even if they lacked in certain other areas.
And though their team included a Genin—Itachi hadn’t yet taken the Chunin Exams—that was only a matter of formality, not strength.

In pure combat power, they had three Jonin and three Chunin against two Jonin and four Chunin.
Unless the opposing Jonin possessed some extraordinary jutsu, they had no chance.

And if they did have such a trump card… they wouldn’t have needed to lure anyone into a trap in the first place.

So why?

The question wasn’t why Sunagakure would betray Konoha, but why these particular shinobi had chosen to die.

They could have feigned an alliance, captured the Iwa ninja, and withdrawn.
Or left the captives for Konoha, retreated, and returned later with reinforcements to reclaim their pride.
There were countless ways to handle it.

Even if Roshi had been suspicious, he wouldn’t have attacked allies without proof.

So why release the Iwa prisoners? Why drop the pretense and rush to die?

They gained nothing—except to deepen confusion.

Genma, unaware of Roshi’s full thoughts, saw only the worsening situation.

“Roshi,” he said grimly, “the Suna has turned against us. We should return to Konoha immediately and report to Hokage-sama.”
His face was tense. He feared that the entire western front might already have suffered losses.

It was a reasonable, cautious plan. The safest choice.

But Roshi felt an unease—something about this didn’t fit.
Still, Genma’s reasoning was valid. The information had to reach the village.

“Genma,” Roshi said after a pause, “take your team and return first.”

Genma frowned. “And Team 5?”

“We’ll continue the mission.”

Genma blinked in disbelief. “Continue? In this situation?”

“Because these people weren’t just enemies,” Roshi said, his eyes narrowing. “They were seeking death. Dying as Sunagakure ninja.”

He looked down at the corpses.
“From the first ambush, to their final charge—it all points to deliberate sacrifice. I believe this is part of an enemy’s scheme.”

“Though I don’t know how Iwagakure reacted so fast, or how they could anticipate—”

He stopped mid-thought. No, not anticipate.

Pieces began connecting in his mind.

The kidnapping of the Kumogakure envoy—Obito might have been involved, but perhaps he wasn’t the only one moving the pieces.
The constant harassment the envoy faced, this Iwagakure ambush… it was too coordinated.

Behind it all—
Iwagakure had likely been stoking the flames all along.

A faint, bitter smile touched Roshi’s lips. “That old fox Ōnoki… what a scheme.”

If they died, Konoha would suspect Suna.
If they lived, Konoha would still suspect Suna.
Either way, the alliance would fracture.

“I believe this is Iwagakure’s trap,” Roshi said quietly, “but we can’t afford to trust blindly. The Village cannot bear the price of misplaced faith.”

He’d sorted the situation out as best he could.
Given his knowledge—and his instincts—he leaned toward believing that the real Sunagakure remained an ally.
The enemy’s suicidal behavior was proof enough.

Genma’s jaw tightened. His team’s mission was to ensure Roshi’s safe arrival at Sunagakure.
To abandon that now would mean failure. But continuing was perilous.

“Then…” Genma offered, “let Anko and Itachi return to report. The three of us will accompany you to Sunagakure.”

Roshi shook his head. “Your teleportation technique will get you back to Konoha the fastest—”

“But we can’t use it repeatedly in such a short time,” Genma interrupted sharply. “And we can’t warp straight from Konoha to Sunagakure, either.”

Roshi nodded, conceding the point. “Entering Sunagakure through Ichinoten will take us past their border outpost. I’ll judge whether to proceed or retreat based on how they react.”

“Your task,” he said firmly, “is to return to the Village and report everything—the battle, the ambush involving Sunagakure forces, and my preliminary conclusion. This intelligence outweighs our mission.”

“The stability of the western front comes first.”

Genma, Raidō, and Iwashi exchanged silent looks. They understood.

Finally, they chose to withdraw.

As they departed, Roshi turned to his remaining teammates.
A flicker of guilt crossed his expression. “I’m sorry. This decision… is dangerous.”

Anko snorted, waving a hand dismissively. “What are you talking about, Roshi? We’re shinobi. Danger’s part of the job.”

She smirked. “You’re the captain—just give the order, and we’ll see it through.”

Itachi nodded quietly. “Anko-senpai is right.”

Roshi smiled faintly, saying no more.

Team 5 pressed on.

The journey fell into silence, the air tense and dry.

At last, the canyon’s exit came into view.
Ahead lay the only path to Sunagakure—the treacherous Ichinoten Gorge, a narrow pass flanked by sheer cliffs.

As they stepped onto the rocky terrain leading toward the entrance, still several hundred meters from that narrow crevice—

A gust of hot wind swept over them, thick with sand.

Then, as if conjured from the desert itself, figures began rising from the scorching ground ahead—dozens of them, emerging in perfect formation.

A full Sunagakure unit.

Their numbers far exceeded the “patrol team” from before.
Their stances were sharp, their killing intent palpable.

The leading Jonin, Baki, narrowed his eyes at the three Konoha headbands glinting under the sun. His gaze fixed on Roshi.

“Konoha shinobi?” His voice was wary, edged with tension.
“What… are you doing here?”

[NSSSG] [ARC-07] Chapter : 258 - Taking the Initiative

After classes ended, Kitazawa returned home.

“Why are you so late?”

Kurenai glanced up from the sofa, one eyebrow slightly raised. “Did you have a meeting all day?”

“No, I stopped by the Academy this afternoon,” Kitazawa replied, settling beside her.

“I see,” Kurenai said thoughtfully. “Did your students miss you?”

“I just planned to check in for a moment,” he said with a wry smile, “but they got too enthusiastic. So… I ended up giving them new training assignments.”

Kurenai blinked, then laughed softly. “That sounds a lot like repaying kindness with more work.”

“How is that wrong?” Kitazawa protested half-heartedly, lightly patting her smooth thigh.

Still, her words reminded him of something from his past life—those times when “rewards” from managers turned out to be extra work.

“Alright, I’ll make dinner,” Kurenai said, stretching lazily before kicking him playfully. “What do you want tonight?”

“Anything’s fine,” Kitazawa sighed contentedly. “After eating out for two and a half months, everything home-cooked tastes amazing.”

“Home is always better,” Kurenai said with a smile. She leaned down, brushed her lips against his cheek, and then headed to the kitchen.

After dinner, Kitazawa retreated to his room, resuming his research on Limb Regeneration.

The war had left Konoha filled with injured shinobi—many missing arms or legs. If Kitazawa could perfect his technique in time to heal them, his reputation and the renown of this S-rank medical ninjutsu would grow immensely.

And with that, perhaps his system’s mission rewards would become even more generous.

Dawn filtered through the window when Kitazawa woke early. Today, he was to assist Tsunade with official duties.

He glanced at Kurenai, still asleep beside him, and smiled faintly. The vitality of the Senju bloodline was incredible—his recovery rate far surpassed that of an ordinary ninja.

After changing and eating breakfast, he continued refining his limb regeneration research.

By nine o’clock, a firm knock sounded at the door.

“Finally,” Kitazawa muttered, standing up.

When he opened it, Tsunade stood there with Shizune at her side.

“Let’s go,” Tsunade said curtly, already turning toward the Hokage Building.

Hiruzen had arranged a special office for her there.

When the three arrived, two figures were already waiting—Shikaku Nara and Suzaku Nara, both Jonin of the Nara Clan. Their presence alone showed how seriously the Hokage regarded this meeting.

Suzaku wasn’t well-known—he only appeared briefly during the Fourth Great Ninja War in the original story—but here, he stood calmly beside Shikaku.

“Lady Tsunade,” the two greeted respectfully.

Tsunade sat down without ceremony. “Let’s hear it. What’s the arrangement?”

Shikaku nodded and began outlining his plan.

A total of four thousand shinobi had participated in the war. He divided them into three categories based on merit.

First, those who simply fulfilled their missions—competent but ordinary—would receive standard rewards.

Second, those who had exceeded expectations in their missions—performing above and beyond—would earn special commendations.

Third, an elite few with extraordinary merit, including Lady Tsunade and Kitazawa himself, would be evaluated separately.

Shikaku proposed handling the first two groups’ rewards immediately, while the third category would be discussed in detail and approved by the Hokage.

“Excellent,” Tsunade said with a rare smile. “You’re as reliable as ever, Shikaku.”

“Just doing my job,” he replied humbly.

“Good. Then let’s get started.”

For once, Tsunade looked serious—after all, the sooner they finished, the sooner she could escape her paperwork.

Shikaku handed over neatly sorted files to Tsunade, Kitazawa, and Shizune.

Kitazawa flipped one open. Each contained detailed records of a shinobi’s missions during the war—their performance, results, and level of contribution.

His task was to make an initial evaluation. The final approval, of course, rested with Lady Tsunade.

The afternoon sun crept lazily across the Hokage Office windows.

A soft knock broke the silence.

“Lady Tsunade.”

Itachi Uchiha stood at the doorway, but didn’t step inside.

“Kitazawa,” Tsunade called out, already rising from her seat. “We’re heading out for a bit.”

Kitazawa understood immediately why Itachi had come. With a quick word to Shizune and the others, he followed Tsunade out into the corridor.

“Let’s talk here,” Tsunade said, halting mid-hallway.

After a brief pause, Itachi spoke. “Our investigation confirmed he was indeed a former Root operative, codename Tiger. After Root was officially disbanded, he entered the Anbu… but he’s already been killed—by Hidden Mist shinobi.”

“Did he seek death on purpose?” Tsunade frowned deeply. “Was the body recovered?”

Kitazawa didn’t seem surprised. Danzo was far too cunning to leave behind usable evidence.

“It was recovered,” Itachi said quietly. “But the body was heavily damaged. The analysis team reports that most of his memories are unrecoverable.”

“How troublesome,” Tsunade muttered with a sigh. Without solid proof, she couldn’t take direct action against Danzo. As much as she wanted to, Hiruzen and others in the council would block her.

“Is there anything else you need me to do?” Itachi asked, his calm tone hiding a spark of frustration.

In truth, part of him longed to end Danzo with his own hands—for Shisui’s sake. But Danzo, once again, had slipped through untouched.

“Not for now. You’ve done enough, Itachi. Thank you.”

Itachi bowed slightly. “Yes, Lady Tsunade.” Then, turning silently, he disappeared down the corridor.

Watching him leave, Tsunade exhaled slowly.

As long as she stood in the Hokage’s seat, there was still hope—one day, Danzo would answer for his sins.

“Lady Tsunade,” Kitazawa spoke up, his tone thoughtful. “Maybe it’s time we take the initiative.”

Tsunade arched a brow. “What are you implying? Don’t tell me you plan to assassinate Danzo.”

“Of course not,” Kitazawa said, blinking innocently. “That would go against Konoha’s rules.”

“Then speak plainly,” Tsunade snapped, glaring.

“Danzo’s fixation on you comes from his obsession with power,” Kitazawa explained. “If the process to select the next Hokage begins, he won’t be able to sit still. He’ll make the first move.”

Tsunade gave a half-laugh, half-sigh. “You’re really that desperate for me to become Hokage?”

“Once you’re Hokage, I can finally walk around the village with confidence—under your protection,” Kitazawa said honestly.

Tsunade stared at him, speechless for a beat. Somehow, it sounded like he would be the one reaping all the benefits.

“Lady Tsunade, hesitation doesn’t suit you,” Kitazawa teased lightly.

“Do I need you to teach me how to decide?” Tsunade shot back, swatting him on the head in mock irritation.

“Of course not,” Kitazawa chuckled. “I’m only offering a suggestion—from the heart.”

Tsunade studied him quietly for a long moment before letting out a soft laugh at herself. When had she become so cautious?

“Fine,” she said at last, turning on her heel. “Come with me to the Hokage Office.”

Her tea-green haori, marked with the bold kanji for Gamble, fluttered dramatically as she strode ahead.

Kitazawa couldn’t help but grin. So, it was finally happening.

Bang!

The Hokage Office door swung open under Tsunade’s decisive kick.

Hiruzen barely looked startled. “You two again? What is it—problems with your duties?”

“Old man,” Tsunade said bluntly, “when are you planning to retire?”

Hiruzen froze mid-pipe puff. If anyone else had asked that, he might have suspected treason. But coming from Tsunade… he wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“Why the sudden question?” he asked, tone cautious. “I’m still Hokage. And a Hokage doesn’t retire until a successor has been chosen.”

“Then start the Hokage selection process,” Tsunade said firmly.

Hiruzen blinked. “You mean…?”

“I’ve made myself clear,” Tsunade cut him off. “Don’t make me repeat it.”

Her gaze drifted to the window, where the carved faces on the Hokage Rock loomed in the sunlight. Her chest tightened with conflicting emotions. She’d never wanted this—her dream had always been for Nawaki to become Hokage. But fate, it seemed, had other plans.

“Good!” Hiruzen said suddenly, standing up with renewed energy. “I’ll have someone notify the Daimyo immediately!”

The Hokage selection had three stages: Daimyo approval, the Jonin vote, and the villagers’ support.

Officially, the first step was the Daimyo’s consent—but in truth, it all began with the current Hokage’s will. Once Hiruzen approved a candidate, the rest was mostly ceremony.

“I’ll go myself,” Tsunade decided. “It’s the perfect time to invite the Daimyo to the victory banquet. The timing couldn’t be better.”

Hiruzen nodded, smiling faintly. “Excellent idea. If the Daimyo’s in good spirits, next year’s budget might even see an increase.”

Konoha’s coffers, after all, relied not just on mission income but largely on funding from the Land of Fire.

That was why the Daimyo of the Five Great Nations still held sway over even the strongest ninja villages.

Money, after all, spoke louder.

And so, the final step toward a new Hokage began.

“When are you leaving?”

Hiruzen folded his hands, his tone steady yet thoughtful. “I’ll have Shikaku select a few to accompany you.”

“No need for that.”

Tsunade waved her hand dismissively. “Kitazawa and I will go alone.”

“Just the two of you?” Hiruzen raised an eyebrow. “That’s… rather irregular, isn’t it?”

“The Daimyo won’t mind,” Tsunade replied, her expression calm.

Hiruzen paused, then nodded slowly. Indeed, the Daimyo had always been on friendly terms with Tsunade—one of the few Hokage candidates who could boast such a relationship, aside from Hashirama himself.

“I’ll leave on Friday,” Tsunade decided after a moment of thought.

She had taken on the task of awarding merits; she wasn’t the type to back down once she’d given her word. The schedule was tight, but Shadow Clones could handle the paperwork.

“Friday, then?” Hiruzen mused aloud. “In that case, I’ll postpone Saturday’s funeral to Sunday.”

It wouldn’t be right for the two heroes of Konoha’s recent victory to miss the memorial.

“Mm.” Tsunade nodded. “The Jonin vote will take place next week.”

“No problem,” Hiruzen replied readily.

Once the process concluded, his long tenure as Hokage would finally come to an end. The thought of stepping down, after carrying the weight of the village for decades, filled him with quiet anticipation. He was old now. It was time to pass the burden on.

“Alright,” Tsunade said, waving her hand. “We’ll head back to finish up the reports.”

She left the office with Kitazawa in tow, her steps brisk but her air as unbothered as ever. Even after deciding to become Hokage, some habits—like shirking tedious work—died hard.

As they walked down the corridor, Kitazawa asked, “Lady Tsunade, are you expecting Danzo to make a move on our way to the Capital?”

“Yes,” she replied without hesitation.

“But just the two of us?” Kitazawa rubbed the back of his neck. “Maybe we should bring Itachi. If something goes wrong, he can intervene.”

Tsunade glanced sideways at him. “You doubt my strength?”

“Not at all,” Kitazawa said quickly. “I just prefer being cautious. We don’t know how many people Danzo might send.”

“…Fair enough,” Tsunade admitted after a pause. “Have Itachi lead an Anbu squad to shadow us in secret.”

“I’ll inform him,” Kitazawa nodded.

Hokage Office

“Haru,” Hiruzen called softly once they had left.

“Hokage-sama.”

“Send word to the villagers and ninja,” Hiruzen ordered. “Announce that the Hokage selection process will begin next week. Tell them to prepare for the vote.”

Haru blinked in surprise. “The… Hokage is being replaced?”

Her mind raced. Could it be Lady Tsunade? She had just left the office—and frankly, no one else in Konoha matched her qualifications.

“Yes, Hokage-sama,” Haru said quickly, bowing before retreating.

The change in leadership would ripple through the Anbu as well, though less drastically. Traditionally, the new Hokage chose a few Anbu to serve as direct subordinates. He himself had once been handpicked by Hiruzen.

“Wait,” Hiruzen said suddenly. “While you’re at it—summon Danzo.”

“…Understood.”

Haru bowed again and left quietly.

Hiruzen leaned back in his chair, eyes half-lidded. He knew Danzo all too well. The man’s hunger for power had never faded. But no matter his ambitions, Danzo would never be fit for Hokage.

Now that Tsunade was stepping forward, Hiruzen wanted to give his old comrade one last warning—to stop before he crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed.

“Hiruzen.”

Danzo entered, his cane tapping lightly against the wooden floor. His single visible eye watched the old Hokage warily.

“How have things been at home lately?” Hiruzen asked with a faint smile.

Danzo froze for a split second. After decades of friendship, he could tell something was off. Hiruzen had never started a conversation with small talk.

“…Fine,” Danzo replied curtly.

“It seems you’re adjusting well.” Hiruzen nodded. “After I retire next week, we’ll finally have more time to talk.”

“Retire?” Danzo’s eye widened slightly, his grip tightening on his cane. “You’re stepping down?”

“Yes.” Hiruzen smiled. “I’m too old for this. It’s time for me to rest—and for Tsunade to take over.”

“Hiruzen!” Danzo’s voice rose, anger and disbelief bleeding through. “This matter requires careful consideration!”

“Consider what?” Hiruzen’s tone sharpened. “Tell me, Danzo—who in Konoha is more qualified than Tsunade to be Hokage?”

Danzo fell silent. He wanted to say me—but even he couldn’t deny the truth. In strength, lineage, and recognition, Tsunade surpassed him on every front.

Still, the bitterness burned in his chest.

“Danzo,” Hiruzen said softly, his voice heavy with weary affection, “we’re both old men now. It’s time to let go.”

“You’re old,” Danzo snapped. “I’m not.”

He turned on his heel, storming out of the office.

Bang!

The door slammed shut behind him.

Hiruzen sat quietly for a long time, gazing at the closed door.

He sighed. He had said what needed to be said.

If Danzo still chose to walk a dangerous path—then it would no longer be his problem.

It would be Tsunade’s.

[NSSSG] [ARC-07] Chapter : 257 - Konoha Dragon God

After finishing his discussion with the students of the Genius Class, Kitazawa walked over to Kakashi.

“Congratulations, Kitazawa,” Kakashi said in his usual lazy drawl, his trademark dead-fish eyes half-lidded.

Kitazawa arched an eyebrow. “And what exactly am I being congratulated for?”

“For surpassing me in reputation,” Kakashi replied coolly. “You made quite the contribution on the battlefield. Naturally, the whole village is talking.”

“You’re exaggerating. My reputation still doesn’t come close to yours,” Kitazawa countered with a small shake of his head.

“Anyway,” Kakashi said, brushing the topic aside, “am I taking over the class today, or are you?”

He never cared much about fame.

“I’m free today,” Kitazawa replied. “So I’ll handle the class. You'll have to cover for me for the next three days.”

“Fair enough,” Kakashi nodded. “Then I’ll go lead my study group.”

After Kakashi left with the students from the Lightning and Earth Release groups, only the Wind, Fire, and Special study groups remained.

“It’s been two and a half months since I last taught you,” Kitazawa said after a moment of thought. “I’ll need to reassess your strength.”

He crossed his arms and added, “Those I call, follow me. The rest of you—continue your training until I summon you.”

He intended to test them through one-on-one sparring. Once he gauged their current level, he could tailor new training plans.

【Returning from the battlefield, you decide to show your classmates just how much you’ve grown.】
【Mission: Defeat the Genius Class.】
【Reward: Konoha Dragon God.】
【Accept mission?】

Kitazawa blinked in surprise.
He hadn’t expected the system to trigger a new mission the moment he got back—
—but the reward was too good to pass up.

Konoha Dragon God…

That was a Taijutsu once created by Konoha’s strongest hand-to-hand combatant before Might Dai and Guy rose to fame—Master Chen.

It was said to create a spiraling tornado with the user’s body at its core, pulling in enemies and slicing them apart with compressed wind blades.
The whirling green cyclone looked like a dragon coiling upward—thus the name Konoha Dragon God.

In the original records, Chen’s version had a radius of over ten meters. A truly devastating Taijutsu.

Kitazawa accepted the mission, then looked up at the waiting students.

Naruto was already waving his hand eagerly. “Me first, sensei! Me!”

Kitazawa almost called him up—until his eyes caught sight of Hinata.

She stood quietly, clutching the hem of her jacket. Her pale eyes were focused on him, her expression nervous, shoulders slightly tense.

“Hinata,” Kitazawa said with a faint smile.

Hinata froze for a moment, then hurried toward him, her steps fast, a small, delighted smile breaking across her face.

Kitazawa reached out and gently patted her head. The two moved to an open area nearby.

“The best way to measure your progress,” Kitazawa said, taking his stance opposite her, “is through sparring. Come at me with everything you’ve got.”

Hinata nodded. She inhaled deeply, her expression sharpening.

“Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms!”

She dashed forward, chakra surging through her hands as she struck in a blur.

Kitazawa didn’t counterattack—he only raised his arms to block and deflect.

Hinata’s thirty-two strikes landed cleanly and without hesitation. Yet when she realized he wasn’t retaliating, she continued—thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five—until her form began to falter around the fortieth strike.

“Not bad,” Kitazawa said with a small nod. “You’ve improved quite a bit.”

Hinata’s lips curled upward immediately, pride lighting up her eyes.

“But don’t get cocky,” he added, tapping her forehead lightly. “You still have plenty of issues to fix.”

“Yes, Kitazawa-sensei,” Hinata replied, smiling sheepishly.

“I’ll help you correct them first,” he said, taking her wrist and adjusting her posture. “Raise this arm—about three centimeters higher. Now, start again from the thirty-third palm.”

He stepped back and gestured for her to begin.

At this stage, she didn’t need a new technique—she needed to master the Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms.

Half an hour later, Kitazawa finally lowered his arms. “That’s enough for today. Focus on fixing these mistakes this week, then continue practicing the Sixty-Four Palms.”

“Thank you, sensei,” Hinata said, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

“I also have a gift for you,” Kitazawa said, taking out a summoning scroll. “Nothing valuable—just a small keepsake I picked up on the battlefield.”

Hinata’s eyes widened as she accepted it, gratitude shining on her face.

“No need to thank me,” he said with a chuckle. “It’s just a flower from the Land of Water. I remembered you liked pressing flowers.”

Hinata blinked in surprise. “Kitazawa-sensei… how did you know that?”

“It’s a secret,” Kitazawa replied, ruffling her hair gently. “Now, do me a favor and call Naruto over.”

“Mm!”

Hinata clutched the scroll to her chest and ran off, light on her feet.

Given her personality, the fact that she was skipping told Kitazawa all he needed to know—
she was genuinely happy.

“Kitazawa-sensei!”

Naruto’s voice came shouting from afar, energetic as ever.

“We should change locations!”

Kitazawa, immediately thinking of Naruto’s usual penchant for chaos—and his Multiple Shadow Clone Jutsu—sighed softly and nodded.

The two soon arrived at a nearby training ground.

“Kitazawa-sensei, watch this! Multiple Shadow Clone Jutsu!”

Naruto’s hands flashed through seals, and in a blink, the field filled with identical copies of him—one hundred Narutos grinning in unison.

Kitazawa’s brow lifted slightly. “Exactly one hundred… not bad.”

“Now—my new Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!”

The chorus of Narutos leaned back and exhaled simultaneously. A fierce wind roared to life, swirling across the field.

The combined force of a hundred Wind Release: Great Breakthroughs transformed the C-rank technique into something closer to A-rank devastation. The ground trembled under the gale.

But Kitazawa only brought his hands together calmly.

“Earth Release: Earth Wall.”

The storm collided with a massive earthen barrier, scattering harmlessly.

“Awesome!” Naruto shouted, eyes gleaming. “Now—use kunai!”

His clones obeyed instantly, hurling a rain of kunai that blotted out the sky.

Kitazawa nodded to himself. Good reaction. Smooth transition.

The earthen wall was riddled with holes in seconds.

“Uchiha Style—Gale Sword.”

In a flash of motion, Kitazawa vanished, reappearing among the clones. His sword blazed with flame as he slashed through four Narutos in a single sweeping arc.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Smoke filled the air as the clones vanished.

More Narutos charged from all directions, fists flying. Kitazawa countered effortlessly—his movements precise, his strikes lightning-fast.

“Rasengan!”

From behind him, the real Naruto lunged forward, rasengan screaming in his palm.

Kitazawa turned sharply.

“Lightning Release: Lightning Blade.”

The two attacks collided with a blinding flash. Lightning danced violently, shattering the Rasengan apart in an instant.

“What—?!” Naruto froze, eyes wide in disbelief. He had never seen anyone break a Rasengan like that.

Kitazawa sheathed his blade. “You’ve done well with Wind Release: Great Breakthrough, but your chakra nature transformation still lacks refinement.”

Naruto scratched his head, half-confused, half-proud.

“So next,” Kitazawa continued, “I’ll teach you a B-rank Wind Release technique. It’ll make up for your current lack of killing power.”

Naruto’s eyes lit up immediately. “Seriously?! What technique is it?”

“Wind Release: Shuriken.”

Kitazawa took out a shuriken, infused it with Wind chakra, and flicked it toward a nearby boulder.

Crack!

The rock was cut into two pieces on impact.

Naruto’s jaw dropped. “Whoa! That’s way stronger than Great Breakthrough or Gale Palm!”

Kitazawa nodded. “Not as powerful as Rasengan, but it has range—and that’s an advantage Rasengan doesn’t have.”

He smiled faintly. “Still, before you learn this, you’ll need to polish your Wind chakra control.”

“No problem!” Naruto clenched his fists, eyes burning with determination.

Kitazawa looked at him thoughtfully. 'At his pace, maybe he’ll get it by the end of the semester…'

It was already May—two months left before summer break.

“I also picked up a blade during the war,” Kitazawa said, pulling out a summoning scroll. “I think it’ll suit you.”

'Samehada isn’t just a sword—it’s alive. Too big to carry around, but also too important to leave behind… Wait. If it’s a living being, doesn’t that make it a summon?'

After some negotiation—and a fair bit of chakra bribery—Samehada had agreed to sign a summoning contract with him.

Naruto peered curiously. “But, uh… I don’t really know swordsmanship. Do I have to learn, like Sasuke? I’m not sure I’ll be any good…”

Kitazawa chuckled. “No need. Although it’s a sword, you don’t have to treat it like one.”

Naruto blinked, utterly lost. “Huh? If it’s a sword but I shouldn’t treat it like one… what am I supposed to treat it as?”

“You’ll understand when you see it.”

With a puff of smoke, the Summoning Jutsu completed—and the greatsword Samehada appeared, its rough, scaly surface glinting in the sunlight.

Naruto’s eyes widened. “Is that a sword? It looks… alive!”

“It is,” Kitazawa said with a smile. “This is Samehada—a living weapon. Try channeling your chakra into it.”

Naruto grabbed the hilt cautiously and did as told. Instantly, the blade came to life—its scales shifting, body curving affectionately against Naruto’s arm like an excited pet.

“Whoa, it moved! Wait—did it just lick me?!”

Kitazawa chuckled. “It can absorb chakra—yours, and your enemy’s. And if you’re ever low on chakra, it can feed it back to you. Though… I doubt you’ll ever run out.”

Naruto grinned, clearly thrilled. “That’s awesome! Are you really giving this to me, sensei?”

“I said it’s yours,” Kitazawa said simply. “Go ahead—build a bond with it.”

“Thank you, Kitazawa-sensei!” Naruto shouted, practically glowing.

“Good. Now, call Ino over for her turn,” Kitazawa said, glancing at the now-content Samehada.

With the summoning scroll linked, there was no risk of it escaping—not that it would.

After all, Samehada had no loyalty to the Hidden Mist. Fuguki and Kisame were long gone.

Still, one matter remained: the Mist Village’s Summoning Scroll.

Kitazawa smiled faintly. I’ll handle that in next month’s diplomatic talks. Once it’s settled, even the Mist won’t dare make a move.

Naruto darted toward the Training Grounds, eyes gleaming with excitement.

Without a word, he swung the greatsword off his back and drove it into the ground with a heavy thud.

“Look, everyone!” Naruto grinned proudly. “This is the sword Kitazawa-sensei gave me!”

The others crowded around in curiosity.

“How can a blade look so weird?” Kiba asked, tilting his head.

“It’s... alive,” Ino murmured after studying it for a moment. “Is this even a normal sword?”

“Could it be a summoned beast that takes the form of a weapon?” Tenten speculated thoughtfully. Her own summon, the Kubisaki Lizard, could transform into an entire castle—so the idea wasn’t far-fetched.

“Wait a second…” Shikamaru’s brow furrowed as he looked closer. “Naruto, that sword looks familiar. What’s it called?”

“Samehada,” Naruto said proudly.

“What?” Shikamaru and the others gawked in shock.

Naruto blinked. “What’s wrong? Is that bad or something?”

“Bad? It’s a huge deal!” Kiba exclaimed, torn between awe and jealousy.

Shikamaru sighed, rubbing his temple. “Remember the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist we talked about before?”

Naruto nodded slowly.

“That blade belonged to Suikazan Fuguki,” Shikamaru explained. “It’s one of the most famous swords in the entire shinobi world.”

Naruto stared at Samehada, gripping the hilt uncertainly. “Seriously...?”

Neji folded his arms, his tone calm. “Since Kitazawa-sensei entrusted it to you, he must have a reason.”

“It’s over!” Kiba groaned, clutching his head dramatically. “There’s no way I’ll ever beat Naruto now!”

“It’s fine,” Hana said dryly. “You’ve never beaten him before anyway.”

“Some sister you are!” Kiba’s mouth twitched.

Neji sighed quietly. Unfortunately, Kiba’s words weren’t wrong. A blade like Samehada was a nightmare for Taijutsu users like him.

“Hehe,” Naruto said suddenly, eyes gleaming. “With Samehada, I won’t have to worry about Sasuke’s sword when we fight next time!”

“It’s a good thing Sasuke isn’t here,” Ino teased with a smile. “If he heard that, he wouldn’t sleep tonight.”

Sasuke, of course, wasn’t around—he was training Chidori under Kakashi-sensei, and their study groups were separate.

“Oh right, Ino!” Naruto perked up. “Kitazawa-sensei told me to send you over!”

“What?! And you’re telling me now?” Ino yelped, immediately bolting off.

She sprinted through the training grounds and arrived, panting, before Kitazawa. “I... I’m late, Kitazawa-sensei!”

“You didn’t waste much time,” Kitazawa said with a faint smile. “Rest for two minutes, then we’ll spar.”

“No need!” Ino straightened, excitement flashing in her eyes. “Kitazawa-sensei, I won’t disappoint you!”

“Alright then,” he replied, taking a few steps back.

“Ninja Art: Moonlight Beauty!”

With a graceful motion, Ino released a storm of flower petals that shimmered under the sunlight.

Kitazawa vanished from sight. A heartbeat later—whoosh!—he reappeared before her, blade flashing.

Ino gasped, eyes wide. This wasn't the first time her jutsu had failed. She barely dodged as the tip of his strike grazed her sleeve.

“Demonic Illusion: Hell Viewing Technique!” she shouted, forming rapid hand seals.

An invisible ripple pulsed through the air.

“Not bad,” Kitazawa said evenly, instantly dispelling the genjutsu. Sheathing Zangetsu, he added, “Today, I’ll teach you a new genjutsu—Mystical Illusion: Place Transfer.”

“Okay!” Ino sighed in relief, patting her chest. “For a second, I thought you were actually going to cut me down, sensei.”

“What nonsense,” Kitazawa chuckled, tapping her forehead lightly. “I’d never harm a student.”

“Hehe, my bad, Kitazawa-sensei,” she said playfully, sticking out her tongue.

“Alright, let’s start with the core principles of the Place Transfer Jutsu,” Kitazawa said, smiling as he began his explanation.

Half an hour later, Ino left—her mind filled with new concepts. Kiba was next.

His War Stomp had just reached the beginner stage, but Kitazawa had no new ninjutsu prepared for him yet, so he advised Kiba to wait two more days.

Hana, on the other hand, had mastered Fang Over Fang and was ready to attempt the Human-Beast Combination Transformation: Two-Headed Wolf.

Neji and Hinata were progressing steadily—each had reached the fortieth strike of Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms and needed continued training.

Yakumo’s Konoha-Style Taijutsu had reached entry level, and she’d soon be ready for the Leaf Whirlwind techniques.

Choji had learned Partial Multi-Size Technique and Human Bullet Tank, and next on his list was the Giantification Technique.

Tenten was working on Shuriken Shadow Clone, though it was proving to be a tough challenge.

Shikamaru had been focusing on Yin Release chakra transformation; Kitazawa advised him to return to his clan and learn the Shadow Neck Binding Jutsu—an advanced form of his current technique.

Karin trained under Kitazawa in Sealing Barrier Formation.

As for Lee and Sakura, they weren’t Kitazawa’s direct students, but he sparred with them to gauge their progress. Sakura was already practicing Water Release: Heavenly Tear.

To complete his mission, Kitazawa even challenged every student under Kosuke and Kakashi—testing the current limits of the “Genius Class.”

【Current Mission: Defeat the Genius Class students.】
【Mission Reward: Konoha Dragon God.】
【Host has completed the mission. Reward issued.】

Kitazawa exhaled after a long afternoon of battles, the corners of his lips lifting slightly. He had finally obtained the Konoha Dragon God.

[NNSS] Chapter : 73 - Alliance?

The Iwa Jonin’s facial muscles twitched violently as he watched his own Ninjutsu backfire, turning into a tomb for his comrades. Rage and disbelief surged through him, threatening to drown out all reason.

Then—

A sharp whooshing tore through the canyon air.

From the opposite cliffside, four figures burst forth, shrouded in wind and sand. Their flak jackets gleamed faintly beneath the dust—Sunagakure headbands flashing as they fanned out, cutting off the last escape route of the two surviving Iwa Ninja.

Trapped between two fronts, the Iwa duo’s eyes hardened with the wild gleam of cornered beasts. Without hesitation, they abandoned the Konoha shinobi in front of them and lunged at the Sand-nin who had just landed.

“Hmph.”

The leading Suna Jonin snorted, unflinching. His left hand shot out, seizing one attacker’s wrist in mid-swing—then twisted.
A sickening crack followed, the kunai clattering uselessly to the ground.

His right leg snapped out instantly, striking the other Iwagakure Ninja at the knee.

“Ugh—! Ah!”

Twin cries split the canyon. One shinobi dropped to his knees, wrist bent at an unnatural angle, while the other staggered, struggling to regain balance.

The Sand-nin moved like a gust. He stamped down on the fallen man’s back, pinning him to the sand and stone. Behind him, two others swiftly restrained the remaining enemy, yanking his arms behind him and binding them tight.

The Suna Jonin’s eyes shifted toward Roshi.

“Konoha shinobi,” he said evenly, “why are you clashing with Iwagakure forces here?”

Roshi straightened. “This is the Land of Rivers. Konoha was conducting a mission when we encountered an Iwagakure ambush. Why are you here?”

“Our patrol unit received intelligence that Iwagakure activity was detected in the area,” the Sand-nin replied. “The village sent us to investigate.”

“I see.” Roshi’s tone was calm, his expression unreadable. “I am Roshi, Jonin of Konoha. The Land of Rivers’ Daimyo commissioned us to eliminate rogue shinobi reported nearby. We didn’t expect them to be Iwagakure forces—thus the engagement.”

He lied without so much as a blink.

“Jonin…” The Sunagakure leader, who had introduced himself as Kazemaki, repeated the word thoughtfully. “Then that explains it. According to our intel, several Iwagakure squads are still active in the vicinity.”

He crossed his arms. “Our orders are to neutralize them. If our objectives align, why not cooperate as allies?”

Roshi’s gaze drifted over the corpses strewn across the battlefield, then toward the bound prisoners. He smiled faintly.

“Of course. The enemy numbers are considerable—it’s always welcome to have allies willing to lend a hand.”

He gestured to his men. “Dispose of the bodies.”

As his subordinates moved to work, Roshi kept his focus on Kazemaki, while subtly watching the Sand-nin behind him.

“Kazemaki-san,” he asked lightly, “any estimate of Iwagakure’s strength here?”

“The exact number’s unclear,” Kazemaki said. “At least five squads, perhaps more. Our special-jonin unit has already eliminated two.”

Nearby, Anko approached the crude stone coffins that had entombed their enemies. She squatted beside the blackened stains leaking from within and murmured, “Tsk… what a terrible way to die.”

Her hands, however, moved with fierce energy—slamming down chunks of shattered rock with deliberate force, dust rising in thick clouds.

A Sunagakure shinobi guarding the prisoners glanced sideways at her. His brow creased, then smoothed as he turned away, pretending to check the Iwagakure Ninja’s tool pouch.

Roshi noticed—but his expression never changed.

“Understood,” he told Kazemaki coolly. “Let’s move. We still have a long way ahead.”

Genma met Roshi’s eyes briefly and muttered a quiet, “Mm,” the senbon in his mouth unmoving.
He elbowed Iwashi lightly, then glanced toward Raidō.

Raidō’s grip on his black blade tightened. Iwashi gave a barely perceptible nod.

Once the battlefield was cleared, Kazemaki turned. “Please follow me. Our outpost is just ahead. You can rest there for a while.”

This time, Roshi deliberately took the lead, with Anko and Itachi flanking him—one to his left, one to his right.
Genma, Raidō, and Tatami fell behind in silent coordination.

The “temporary outpost” wasn’t far—just a few minutes’ run at ninja pace. A hollow backed by a towering rock wall came into view, dotted with a dozen tents camouflaged against the sand.

But barely a hundred meters from the camp, Roshi stopped.

Kazemaki and his men froze too, turning in unison.

The ropes binding the two Iwagakure captives had vanished. Their wrists were free—one of them flexed his once-broken hand, glaring murderously at the Konoha team.

The Sand-nin quietly spread out, forming a half-circle. Kunai and shuriken caught the faint light, glinting like the eyes of predators.

The air grew sharp, heavy with killing intent. The canyon wind howled, carrying fine sand like a whisper of death.

Kazemaki’s tone lost its earlier civility.
“Jonin Roshi,” he said, lips curling, “why stop here? Please—keep following us.”

Roshi’s gaze swept over the scene—the unbound prisoners, the loose formation, the nearby camp—and his voice turned cold.

“This is far enough. Any closer, and I’d be insulting my own judgment.”

He met Kazemaki’s stare.
“Why would Sunagakure betray its alliance with Konoha?”

Kazemaki gave a low chuckle. “Betrayal is such a harsh word. We’re merely… ensuring the mission is completed alongside our Konoha allies.”

Roshi smiled thinly. “That’s reassuring. Still, if it’s just your unit, I’d suggest surrendering. It’ll be faster that way.”

He wasn’t oblivious to the setup—he had placed Genma’s team at the rear precisely for that reason. What he needed now was confirmation: had Sunagakure truly joined hands with Iwagakure?

If so, the entire western front was at risk.

Kazemaki’s sneer deepened.

“The earlier ambush,” Roshi said calmly, “was composed of one Jonin and seven Chunin. Forgive me, but if one of my comrades happened to kill your Jonin, do let me know—I’d like to record the achievement properly.”

“As for your squad,” his eyes narrowed, “besides you, there’s an Iwagakure Jonin among them… and the rest are Chunin. Correct?”

He tilted his head slightly. “So tell me—will you still take your chances?”

Kazemaki’s composure cracked. “Arrogant brat!” he roared. “That’s exactly why we despise you Konoha dogs!”

His chakra flared, wild and sharp. “We chose this place to save effort—don’t flatter yourselves!”

He gestured sharply, eyes blazing. “Open your eyes and see clearly—the alliance between Iwagakure and Sunagakure will crush Konoha once and for all!”

He raised his kunai, his voice echoing through the canyon—

“Your doomsday begins now!”

[NNSS] Chapter : 72 - Trap at the Border

It took two full days to reach Sunagakure from Konoha at full speed.

During the journey, Roshi found himself lost in thought. Because he was thinking while leaping through the forest, his pace slowed slightly, placing him somewhere in the middle of the formation.

Itachi landed quietly beside him, lowering his voice.

“Captain.”

Roshi glanced at him, noticing a faint crease of unease between the boy’s brows.

“What is it?”

“Father returned last night. He said the Third Hokage inquired about the Police Force’s night patrols… and the internal affairs of the Uchiha clan.”

“Hm?” Roshi frowned. “That doesn’t sound like a problem.”

Then it struck him.

“…Wait. The implication is—Konoha suspects the Uchiha?”

Itachi’s lips pressed into a thin line.

'Suspecting the Uchiha again? This can’t be…'

Then realization dawned on Roshi—it could be an Uchiha, just not one from within the village.

If he had been confused before about how the Kumogakure envoy appeared and vanished so mysteriously, now it made sense.

The one responsible might have been Uchiha Obito.

Was he targeting Itachi?

No—it didn’t matter for now. Thinking about it mid-mission was pointless.

“I understand,” Roshi said simply.

Itachi gave a quiet nod, his emotions sealed away once more as he focused on the mission. If his captain knew, then there was nothing more to say.

By the end of the first day, they had crossed the Land of Fire and entered the Land of Rivers. Since they were headed to Sunagakure, they bypassed Koizumi Town and instead followed the winding trail through Funfun Street.

Ahead lay the River Canyon—once they crossed that and passed through One-Line Sky, they’d reach their destination.

As the jagged canyon walls loomed, casting vast shadows across the path, Raidō—leading the group—suddenly halted and raised a hand in warning.

Genma appeared beside Roshi, his senbon unmoving between his lips.
“Something’s off ahead,” he murmured. “The dust on the ground and rock walls—someone’s tampered with them. Hidden traps. Multiple. The setup’s… expert-level.”

Traps?

This stretch of canyon was avoided by merchants and travelers. If traps were set here, it could only mean one thing—the work of ninja. But who were they targeting?

The Kumogakure envoy incident had happened barely a day ago. There wasn’t enough time for any foreign force to hear, react, and organize an ambush this quickly.

Roshi exhaled softly. “Stay alert and follow my lead.”

His hands blurred through seals—Boar → Dog → Rooster → Snake → Ram.

Wind Release: Vibrating Wind Breaking Jutsu!

A piercing hum erupted as invisible ripples of vibrating air swept forward, the pale-blue waves washing across the canyon floor and cliff faces like water.

A moment later, faint inky markings bloomed over the once-barren rocks and soil—hidden seals, suddenly exposed under the pressure of the wind.

And then—

Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!

Kunai and shuriken burst out from both canyon walls, slicing through the air—not aimed at the Konoha shinobi, but at the freshly revealed seals.

Binding seals materialized midair, glowing faintly before being torn apart by the barrage—a complex network of traps and capture seals unraveling all at once.

Before the sound faded, Roshi drew another deep breath, expanding the wind field further—

—but even as he did, a dozen kunai and shuriken shot directly at him!

“Tch!” Genma spat his senbon aside, his body blurring into motion.

Raidō and Iwashi moved with him—three black shadows intersecting midair, deflecting and parrying the projectiles with flawless precision. The sharp clang of metal echoed through the canyon.

Then the ambushers revealed themselves—

Eight figures burst out from the rocks, their flak jackets dusty, their headbands gleaming in the sunlight.

Iwagakure!!

Their movements were coordinated, their intent unmistakable. Five of them charged straight for Roshi.

The leading ninja’s hands flashed through seals, and the ground turned to liquid earth beneath their feet.

Earth Release: Swamp of the Underworld!

Mud surged upward, coiling around Roshi’s legs as several explosive kunai whistled through the air.

“Scatter!” Roshi commanded.

Slamming his palms onto the not-yet-softened ground, he conjured thick earthen walls—

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Explosions tore through the walls, sending chunks of stone and dirt flying.

Before the dust settled, Raidō darted forward, his black blade gleaming. He locked onto an Iwa Chunin attempting to flank them—his strike slipped past the man’s kunai guard and pierced clean through his ribs.

The Iwa ninja convulsed, eyes bulging as his body turned dark purple before collapsing lifelessly.

Anko intercepted two enemies rushing at Roshi. Her sleeve twitched—

Several brown serpents erupted forth, hissing and lunging.

One was sliced apart, but two others coiled around an Iwa ninja’s arm and neck, fangs sinking deep. The man screamed, thrashing wildly as his face turned purple and his movements stilled.

A second later, a volley of stone spikes shot from beneath Anko’s feet, but she leapt back, landing lightly beside Roshi.

Genma fought two opponents at once, the senbon flashing between his lips as his kunai forced both Iwa ninja onto the defensive. Despite being outnumbered, he held the advantage with ease.

Iwashi clashed evenly with a short, wiry opponent, their weapons ringing again and again.

Above them, an Iwagakure ninja prepared to hurl explosive tags into the fray—

—but before he could, a shadow appeared behind him.

A glint of red—Sharingan.

Itachi’s kunai traced a swift arc across the man’s throat. Without pause, the boy pivoted to assist Iwashi.

In mere seconds, three of the eight ambushers were down.

The Iwa Jonin leading them gritted his teeth and slammed a fist to the ground.

Earth Release: Earth Flow River!

The terrain trembled as the ground beneath them turned into a raging current of mud and rock.

Raidō, Genma, and Iwashi leapt back instantly. Anko and Itachi retreated behind Roshi.

Facing the torrent, Roshi’s chakra flared—a dense, tangible pressure.

Earth Release: Quicksand Coffin!

He wasn’t defending—he was taking control.

The surging mud froze mid-flow, twisting unnaturally before turning on its creators. The three Iwa ninja caught off-guard were instantly swallowed by the chakra-charged sand.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

Three massive stone coffins rose from the earth, sealing the trapped ninja inside.

Roshi’s palms slammed together.

A muffled, sickening crunch echoed through the canyon.

The screams ended just as quickly as they began.

Battle result: six down, zero losses.

[NNSS] Chapter : 71 - Jonin Promotion

The Jonin were roused from their sleep by urgent summons, and before dawn could even break, the whole of Konoha stirred awake.

The Hyuga compound, however, was eerily silent. Homura and Koharu, escorted by a squad of Anbu, had entered the premises to manage the aftermath personally.

Roshi did not follow. He had neither the authority nor the reason to. The Hyuga grounds were sealed—only those sanctioned by the Hokage himself could enter.

He returned home, packed his gear, and was about to rally his team when the masked Anbu appeared before him.

“Hokage-sama requests your presence.”

Moments later, Roshi stood once again inside the Hokage’s Office. Hiruzen sat behind his desk, the ever-present pipe left unlit, while Shikaku stood beside him, arms crossed in silent thought.

“Roshi,” the Third Hokage began, his tone steady but heavy, “Konoha must dispatch an envoy to Sunagakure immediately. We need to explain the situation to the Kazekage before the rumors reach him.”

He glanced toward Shikaku. “Shikaku has recommended you for the task.”

The Jonin Commander gave a small nod of agreement. His expression, though calm, made it clear this mission was far from simple.

After all, three Kumogakure shinobi had plunged Konoha into crisis. The fact that such an incident had unfolded under the watch of the Anbu would not only shake the confidence of Konoha’s own shinobi—it would make their allies question the strength of the village itself.

This representative had to be someone sharp, composed, and capable of handling unpredictable diplomacy.

Shikaku had reviewed Roshi’s record again after the emergency council. Despite his youth, Roshi’s performance and insight during the crisis spoke volumes. Shikaku’s mind was made up.

“I understand,” Roshi said evenly. “Will Team 5 depart alone?”

“No,” Hiruzen replied, his voice firm. “A Special Jonin isn’t enough for a mission of this level. Another team will accompany you.”

Then, after a pause, the Hokage added, “Roshi, as of now, you are officially promoted to Jonin. You will lead this diplomatic mission and hold full discretionary authority.”

The decision carried weight. Roshi’s loyalty, record, and strength had justified the rank. His continued status as a Special Jonin was not suppression—it was protection.

Konoha’s Special Jonin system had wide variance. The strongest could rival full Jonin; the weakest were little more than elite Chunin, specialists in niche fields. The title had kept Roshi low-profile, unthreatening to factions, and safely under the radar.

But that veil was no longer needed.

Minato Namikaze, too, hadn’t been promoted to Jonin so quickly—until crisis demanded it.

Suppressing the familiar sense of guilt, Hiruzen spoke the words like a man long used to bearing the weight of the village.

“Prepare to leave immediately.”

“Yes, Hokage-sama.” Roshi bowed deeply. Jonin—it had come suddenly, but in this world, such transitions rarely came gently.

There was no time to rest, and certainly no time to sleep. A fourteen-year-old boy once again found himself working overtime for the sake of the Village.

Within the hour, the mission outline was finalized—objectives, risks, and the boundaries of his newfound “discretionary authority.”

By morning, Anko and Itachi had arrived at the Hokage Building, bags slung and expressions solemn.

“We’re heading to Sunagakure,” Roshi said, his tone brisk. “I’ll brief you on the way.”

As he spoke, another squad entered the courtyard—three shinobi he recognized immediately.

“Shiranui Genma, Special Jonin.”
“Namiashi Raidō, Special Jonin.”
“Tatami Iwashi, Chunin,” said the youngest, offering a polite nod. “Roshi, Anko—it’s been a while.”

The three had once served as bodyguards under the Fourth Hokage himself. Not because Minato needed protection—but because he valued them, training them at his side.

If Roshi remembered correctly, the trio could perform a modified version of the Flying Thunder God, adapted for group use.

Their inclusion was telling. This wasn’t just a diplomatic mission—it was a cautious deployment. If things went south in Sunagakure, Konoha wanted the option to retreat instantly.

After brief introductions, Genma smiled faintly. “Another prodigy joins the ranks, huh? Just like Kakashi back in the day.”

He adjusted the senbon between his teeth and continued, “Orders are clear—Jonin Roshi leads. Hokage-sama said we’re to follow your command.”

Roshi nodded once. “Then let’s move.”

The two squads departed together under the rising sun, heading southwest.

Back in Konoha, the village once again operated under wartime tension.

Rumors spread like wildfire—of a Kumogakure representative with hidden malice, of an attempted kidnapping within the Hyuga main house, of a loyal father who defended his daughter and exposed the enemy’s plot.

To the villagers, it was a tale of vigilance and sacrifice. But beneath the surface, confusion and suspicion festered.

None of that mattered to those already on the road.

From the window of his office, Hiruzen watched the departing figures disappear beyond the treeline. Fatigue settled deep in his bones.

The door opened quietly behind him.

Danzo Shimura entered without ceremony, his presence as cold and silent as a shadow.

“Root has already begun its operation,” he reported. “All grain merchants have been warned again. The blockade on the Land of Lightning remains in full effect. Deai Port has been sealed—only the offshore islands still serve as their supply routes.”

He paused, eyes narrowing. “But Hiruzen… this incident doesn’t align with Kumogakure’s methods.”

Hiruzen didn’t turn. The Anbu’s failure had been too severe; Root now controlled the follow-up investigation.

Danzo continued, his tone crisp and clinical. “I personally inspected the inn. No Chakra traces. No evidence of Kumogakure involvement. They lack the means for such a clean operation.”

He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “The evidence points to one conclusion—just like when the Fourth Hokage was killed. Someone with Space–Time Ninjutsu intervened.”

Hiruzen’s eyes narrowed slightly, the first visible reaction since the report began.

Danzo went on. “According to the Jonin who escorted the envoy, there was an anomaly upon their arrival—Akai claimed to have been attacked but repelled the enemy. Last night, surveillance also detected a brief fluctuation in his chakra before it normalized.”

“The envoy’s movements were tightly restricted—they couldn’t have known the Hyuga compound’s precise location, much less avoided every guard. Even Hiashi noticed something unnatural. He reported that, under Byakugan, Akai’s brain was tangled with foreign chakra threads.”

“To confirm, Hiashi volunteered for the Yamanaka’s Mind Reading Jutsu.”

Danzo’s tone sharpened. “Inoichi verified his account. Akai was indeed under a powerful genjutsu before death.”

He paused. “As expected, we couldn’t probe the envoy’s brain—the cursed seal on him placed by Kumo would detonate. And for the sake of diplomacy, we cannot risk that.”

Danzo’s one visible eye gleamed coldly as he delivered his conclusion.

“All the signs are clear. The anomaly came from within the Village.”

His words lingered in the air like a blade.

“And just like before—” he said, voice low and cutting, “it leads back to the same source.”

A heavy silence fell.

“The Uchiha Clan.”

[NSSSG] [ARC-07] Chapter : 256 - Future Plans

Tsunade naturally understood what Hiruzen was aiming for.

His intentions were almost too transparent.

“I’ll need someone to assist me,” she said after a moment of silence.

“No problem.”

Hiruzen’s expression softened into a pleased smile. “You can mobilize any shinobi in the village as you see fit.”

“…”

Tsunade’s lips twitched.

'Oh? Since when were you so generous with authority?'

“The allocation of rewards and punishments is a serious matter,” Hiruzen added, his tone thoughtful. “Don’t drag it out too long.”

“I know.”

After a brief pause, Tsunade replied, “Within a week, I’ll prepare a proper reward plan.”

“A week sounds perfect.” Hiruzen nodded, clearly satisfied.

Even if she’d agreed reluctantly, Tsunade was the kind of person who always gave her best once she accepted a task.

“Did the Hidden Mist mention when they’ll send their diplomatic envoy?” Hiruzen asked.

“Next month,” Tsunade said. “No specific date yet.”

“I see.” Hiruzen chuckled faintly. “Then who do you all think Konoha should send to negotiate with them?”

“…”

Tsunade immediately had a bad feeling.

“I believe Lady Tsunade would be the most suitable,” Shikaku said smoothly, picking up on the cue.

“This war was won under her command. Having her lead the negotiations will strengthen Konoha’s position.”

Inoichi followed up immediately. “And in the last round of talks with the Mist, Lady Tsunade achieved every objective she set.”

Choza nodded in agreement. “Indeed.”

Even Shibi and several others chimed in to echo the sentiment.

“Well,” Hiruzen said with a practiced smile, “since everyone is in agreement, I’ll trouble you with this, Tsunade.”

Tsunade’s face was expressionless, though amusement flickered behind her eyes.

'What a bunch of terrible actors.'

“It’s still early. We’ll talk about it when the time comes,” she replied evenly.

Hiruzen seemed ready to push further, but something made him stop.

There was still time—enough for Tsunade to complete her Hokage appointment process.

And if she became the Fifth Hokage, there would be no need for her to personally handle negotiations with a defeated nation.

The only issue now was where to begin that process.

“Then we’ll table it for now,” Hiruzen said at last.

Tsunade raised an eyebrow, mildly surprised. She had expected him to make the decision official—or at least pressure her into a temporary acceptance.

His sudden retreat made her wary, though she couldn’t pinpoint why.

“Ibiki,” Hiruzen said, shifting topics, “we captured quite a few Hidden Mist shinobi. Have your interrogation unit extract as much intel as possible—but no unnecessary harm.”

These captives would eventually be exchanged back, but their usefulness couldn’t be wasted in the meantime. As long as they survived, Mist couldn’t complain.

“Yes, Hokage-sama.”

Ibiki rose to acknowledge the order.

Kitazawa’s eyes flicked toward him.

Ibiki is still a special Jonin, a man with a reputation for extracting truth from anyone.

In the original timeline, he’d first appeared as the examiner for the Chunin Exams.

But what came to Kitazawa’s mind wasn’t Ibiki—it was his younger brother, Idate Morino.

The same Idate who had once stolen the Sword of the Thunder God, a relic of the Second Hokage, under Aoi Rokushō’s manipulation.

In the end, both men had fled the village as rogues, with Aoi taking the Thunder God Blade to the Hidden Rain.

'I wonder if that incident has already happened,' Kitazawa mused, absently stroking his chin.

If it had, retrieving the sword would be simple enough.

After all, he’d already reforged Kiba and given one of them to Kakashi.

He had planned to gift the Thunder God Sword to Sasuke—
as balance for Naruto, who would soon receive Samehada.

Fairness was important, after all.

But he couldn’t leave his other students empty-handed either.

He decided to pick a few valuable items from his war spoils—tokens from the many Mist Jonin he’d slain over the past two and a half months.

He had no use for them personally, but as gifts, they would serve well to strengthen bonds and morale.

“All the shinobi who fell in this war are heroes of Konoha,” Hiruzen declared solemnly. “This Saturday, we’ll hold a mass funeral at the Memorial Stone. Attendance is mandatory for all active ninja.”

“Yes, Hokage-sama,” came the unanimous response.

“Inoichi, you’ll oversee the arrangements,” Hiruzen continued. “All related expenses will be reimbursed by the village.”

“Yes, Hokage-sama.”

Inoichi nodded. He understood perfectly.

Funerals required flowers—and the Yamanaka Clan’s flower shops would handle that naturally. But there was plenty more to prepare besides.

One issue after another was discussed and assigned.

Before anyone realized, two hours had passed.

“Let’s conclude here for today,” Hiruzen said, rising from his seat once everything had been settled.

He left the conference room, the faint scent of tobacco following him.

Moments later, the remaining Jonin also began to disperse.

“Even with the war over, there’s no time to rest.”

Tsunade frowned, biting her thumb with clear irritation.

“That’s what they call ‘the more capable you are, the more you’re made to work,’” Kitazawa replied with a teasing smile.

Tsunade shot him a glare. “What are you grinning for? You’re not getting off easy either.”

She turned toward him, crossing her arms. “You’re off teaching duty this week. You’ll be assisting me instead.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Kitazawa replied after a short pause, then added with mock solemnity, “Since it’s Lady Tsunade’s command, I’ll carry it out—even if it costs my life.”

Not that it mattered much. He hadn’t taught at the Academy for two and a half months already; another week wouldn’t make a difference.

“That’s more like it,” Tsunade said with a faint smirk. “Don’t worry, you won’t be alone. I’ll have Shizune and Shikaku helping too.”

Kitazawa nodded. “Understood.”

“Then we’ll start tomorrow,” she said, glancing out the window. “I’ll send for you when it’s time to start.”

They had returned to Konoha around ten in the morning. After two hours of meetings, it was already noon. Forcing everyone to start work immediately would’ve been cruel—
and besides, Tsunade had other priorities.

After all, she hadn’t gambled for two and a half months. Two and a half months! No one knew how she’d managed to endure that long.

“Alright, see you tomorrow.”

Tsunade rose and made her way to the door—but then paused and looked back.

“Here, take this.”

She flicked her wrist, and something dark flashed through the air toward him. “Consider it your reward for assisting me this week.”

Before Kitazawa could react, his hand shot out on reflex.

The warmth of the object in his palm made him freeze.

It was a pendant necklace—its centerpiece, a gleaming green crystal that shimmered faintly under the light.

His lips twitched. He recognized it immediately.

The First Hokage’s Necklace. A keepsake of Senju Hashirama himself—and Tsunade’s most precious treasure.

That single green crystal contained Hashirama’s chakra.

In the original story, it could even help suppress Naruto when the Nine-Tails’ power went berserk.

Receiving this necklace meant one thing—Tsunade had truly acknowledged him.

But that acknowledgment came with a curse. Everyone who’d worn it before had died—Naruto included, once.

In his past life, fans had dubbed it the Death Necklace.

Kitazawa sighed. Tsunade had already vanished before he could protest, leaving him no chance to give it back.

And honestly, if he did try to return it, she’d probably beat him senseless for “refusing a gift.”

“I’ve got a system backing me,” he muttered, slipping the necklace beneath his collar. “I’ll be fine. Tough life and all that.”

Hidden under his clothes, the necklace was completely invisible.

Not like Tsunade—she wore it openly… though in truth, there were far more eye-catching things about her than a necklace.

Just then, glowing text appeared before his eyes:

【Current Mission: Make your squad famous in this war.】
【Mission Reward: Bloodline Limit and corresponding Ninjutsu.】
【Mission Complete. Reward Issued.】

Kitazawa blinked.

'Finally completed?'

He’d assumed the mission would end once the Hidden Mist surrendered, but it seemed it had only completed after returning to Konoha.

“In this war, your team achieved renown throughout Konoha Village,”

“Based on your reputation, the host has acquired Magnet Release and nine Magnet Release Ninjutsu.”

A rush of information flooded into his mind, leaving him momentarily stunned.

When he finally processed it, his first thought was simple—jackpot.

Nine Magnet Release jutsu at once. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say he’d fully mastered the Bloodline in one go.

Magnet Release—the ability to manipulate metal using magnetic force.

Only a handful powerful shinobi in history had possessed it: the Third and Fourth Kazekage of the Sand, and even Troy from the Cloud.

According to official records, Gaara had inherited his Magnet Release from his father, the Fourth Kazekage Rasa.

Each version differed slightly—the Third controlled iron, while the Fourth manipulated gold.

The techniques Kitazawa obtained were modeled after the Third Kazekage’s style:
Iron Sand Shower, Iron Sand Wall, Iron Sand Wings, Iron Sand World, and more.

The Third Kazekage—hailed as the strongest in Sunagakure’s history. Even in death, as Sasori’s human puppet, his power had been terrifying.

Now, Kitazawa could rightfully claim to be his equal.

His strength had skyrocketed. Magnet Release could attack, defend, and even grant flight—it was versatility incarnate.

With this, all his wartime missions were finally complete.

All in all, he’d come out of the war very well.

As he walked through the quiet streets, Kitazawa began sorting his thoughts.

First, assist Tsunade with the postwar merit awards—and while at it, help her find a reliable Jonin from the Hyuga Clan.

Second, return to teaching at the Academy.
The war might’ve been good for triggering missions, but it was over now. His next opportunities would probably come from Naruto and Sasuke.

Third, keep an eye on Danzo.
That old schemer wouldn’t stay quiet for long; he was bound to make a move against Tsunade soon.
Perhaps they could even set a trap for him? Something to think about.

Fourth, focus on his remaining system missions—only seven left.

He decided to start with the one about modifying the Forbidden Technique: Body Regeneration.

If things went smoothly, he could develop a medical ninjutsu capable of regenerating limbs within two weeks.

Once perfected, he’d promote it with Tsunade to maximize its impact—and, of course, the system’s reward.

He didn’t know what the reward would be yet, but given its potential, it had to be something incredible.

Fifth and sixth, both related: track down Sasori to craft puppets and recover the Sword of the Thunder God from Aoi Rokushō.

Aoi was now a rogue ninja of the Hidden Rain.
And since the village was effectively under Akatsuki’s control, Kitazawa figured he could call in a favor.

After all, Konan had once told him—if you ever need something, come find me.

And this just might be the time.

Kitazawa arrived at the Hyuga Clan compound.

“Kitazawa, what brings you here?”

Hiashi approached, greeting him with his usual reserved tone. Though not exactly warm, it was still a noticeable improvement from their earlier interactions.

“Clan Head Hiashi,” Kitazawa greeted with a faint smile. “Lady Tsunade has requested the assistance of Hyuga Kaori for some upcoming work.”

Naturally, he couldn’t say outright that Tsunade needed a Hyuga bodyguard because he was worried she might fall victim to Genjutsu.

Fortunately, during the recent Jonin meeting, Hiruzen had declared that all Konoha shinobi were to assist Tsunade as needed—part of the ongoing effort to handle postwar commendations.

Hyuga Kaori, a Jonin of the main family, was an easy choice. Kitazawa had briefly worked with her on the battlefield and knew her capabilities well.

“Of course,” Hiashi replied without hesitation.

Hiruzen’s stance that morning had made it perfectly clear—Tsunade would be the Fifth Hokage. The Hyuga Clan had every reason to strengthen ties with the future leader of the village.

“Please wait a moment. I’ll have her summoned immediately.”

A servant hurried off, and before long, Hyuga Kaori appeared before them.

“Kitazawa-sama,” she greeted, bowing respectfully.

“There’s no need for formality,” Kitazawa said with a smile before explaining the situation.

“I understand,” Kaori replied. “When do I begin?”

“Right now,” Kitazawa decided after a moment’s thought. “I’ll take you to meet Lady Tsunade.”

The two said their farewells to Hiashi and headed toward the casino.

How did Kitazawa know where to find her? Simple—intuition. Tsunade had practically sprinted off earlier, and there was only one thing in the world that could make her move that fast.

Gambling.

Sure enough, he found her seated at a table, eyes gleaming with excitement as she placed her bets.

“Lady Tsunade,” Kitazawa called out as he approached. “This is Hyuga Kaori.”

Tsunade looked up, momentarily surprised. She recalled Kitazawa mentioning he would find a Hyuga bodyguard for her, but she hadn’t expected him to deliver so soon.

“Lady Tsunade,” Kaori said, bowing respectfully.

“Mm.” Tsunade nodded approvingly. “You’ll be accompanying me for the time being.”

“Lady Tsunade, don’t stay out too late,” Kitazawa reminded her. “If Shizune-senpai finds out, she’ll be furious.”

Shizune was still at the hospital, managing the influx of war casualties—leaving Tsunade free to indulge in her favorite pastime.

“Why so much nagging?” Tsunade waved a dismissive hand. “You’re ruining my concentration.”

“Don’t forget!” Kitazawa called out again.

“I know!” she snapped, glaring at him.

Kaori blinked, puzzled by their dynamic. 'What kind of student talks to his teacher like that?'

Leaving Tsunade to her gambling spree, Kitazawa made his way toward the Ninja Academy.

At the training grounds, the Genius Class was in the middle of practice.

“Kitazawa-sensei is here!”

Kiba spotted him first, shouting excitedly.

“Kitazawa-sensei!”

Naruto immediately stopped training and dashed over, with Kiba, Hinata, and Ino right behind him.

Only a few diligent students hesitated, glancing toward Kakashi.

“Take a ten-minute break,” Kakashi said with a wave.

Since Kitazawa’s departure, Kakashi had taken over as their substitute instructor. With his mastery over all seven chakra natures, he was the most capable replacement possible.

“Kitazawa-sensei, you’re finally back!” Naruto exclaimed.

“Yeah!” Kiba chimed in. “We missed you every day!”

Hinata nodded softly, agreeing in silence.

Before long, the entire class had gathered around him, voices overlapping in cheerful chatter.

“sensei!”

Naruto suddenly looked up with wide eyes. “Is it true you defeated the Fourth Mizukage?”

Even Sasuke’s attention sharpened at that.

“I did,” Kitazawa said with a small smile. “But it was in cooperation with Lady Tsunade.”

“That’s incredible!”

Gasps and murmurs spread through the group. Even with Tsunade’s help, being part of a battle on that scale was awe-inspiring.

“Kitazawa-sensei,” Sasuke asked curiously, “who’s stronger—the Fourth Mizukage or Hokage-sama?”

“Hokage-sama,” Kitazawa answered without hesitation.

Anything else would’ve sounded suspicious—and in truth, Hiruzen’s power did surpass Yagura’s.

“As expected!” Naruto grinned, clenching his fists. “That’s why I’m gonna be Hokage one day!”

Kitazawa couldn’t help but smile at the boy’s enthusiasm.

No matter the world, comparing strength was always a favorite topic.

“Kitazawa-sensei!”

Ino stepped forward eagerly. “When are you coming back to teach us?”

“Next week,” Kitazawa replied. “I still have a few things to handle first.”

“Huh? Next week?” Ino’s face fell in disappointment.

Kitazawa chuckled and patted her head gently. “Even if I’m not teaching, I’ll drop by when I can.”

[NNSS] Chapter : 70 - Emergency Meeting

The piercing cry of an eagle ripped through Konoha’s night sky.

Under an emergency summons, shadows flashed across rooftops and empty streets—Jonin and Special Jonin converging toward the Hokage Building.

When Roshi arrived, the office was already filled. The air felt heavy, suffocating, as if pressing down on everyone present. Fugaku stood among the ranks, expression dark and unreadable. Only the Hyuga Clan members were conspicuously absent.

At the head of the room, Hiruzen sat in silence—his calm demeanor replaced by an oppressive gravity Roshi had never seen before.

“Akai, the representative from Kumogakure… is dead.”

The brief statement froze the room. Every gaze snapped toward the Hokage in disbelief.

“Tonight,” Hiruzen continued, his voice low and grim, “Akai infiltrated the Hyuga main family compound, attempting to abduct the clan head’s daughter, Hyuga Hinata. When discovered by Hyuga Hiashi… he was killed on the spot.”

A wave of gasps broke the silence, followed by hushed murmurs—shock, disbelief, and anger colliding in the air.

Shikaku, ever the tactician, was the first to regain composure. “Hokage-sama, what about the other two members of the Kumogakure representative team?”

His tone was steady, but his eyes were sharp. The representative’s death was irreversible—what mattered now was containing the fallout before the news spread.

Hiruzen closed his eyes briefly, weariness etched into every line of his face. The Anbu at his side stepped forward. “The other two Kumogakure shinobi… have been confirmed missing.”

The silence shattered.

“What?!”
“Missing? In Konoha?!”
“What are the Anbu even doing?!”

Anger and disbelief surged like a tide. Three representatives from Kumogakure—one dead, two vanished—right under Konoha’s nose. It wasn’t just negligence. It was humiliation.

How had Akai infiltrated the Hyuga compound unnoticed? How had the other two slipped past surveillance?

Shikaku raised a hand, cutting through the noise. His brows were drawn tight in thought. “Given the circumstances, the alliance with Kumogakure will be difficult to sustain. The Raikage will almost certainly use this as leverage.”

He spoke quickly, his thoughts already on the upcoming problems. “Our alliance with Kumogakure was what forced Iwagakure to scale back their western offensives. If this alliance collapses, we must immediately alert Sunagakure and strengthen their defenses.”

“At the same time,” he continued, “the Daimyo must be informed. And the representative’s actions must be officially documented. We’ll need every detail to justify our position.”

Under Shikaku’s clear words, the room slowly regained order. All eyes turned back to the Hokage.

Hiruzen’s gaze swept over them, heavy with the weight of responsibility. The Anbu report echoed in his mind—Akai had been under surveillance until the Hyuga alarm had sounded. Only afterward had they realized the representative was gone… along with his two companions.

In the heart of Konoha, the situation had already spiraled out of control.

“Any further questions?” Hiruzen asked.

Roshi raised a hand. “Hokage-sama, has there been any unusual activity along the Land of Hot Water border?”

A subtle shift rippled through the room. Shikaku’s eyes flicked toward him, instantly recognizing the importance of the question.

If Akai’s actions had been sanctioned by the Hidden Cloud leadership, then movements along the front line should already reflect it—troop buildups, supply convoys, border skirmishes.

But if there had been no such movement…

The Jonin responsible for intelligence spoke up. “The latest reports came in this morning. No unusual activity has been detected along the Kumogakure front.”

A heavy silence followed.

Roshi understood. So did Shikaku.

This wasn’t a planned act of war—it was sabotage. A desperate, independent move meant to destroy the peace negotiations.

Which meant… the foundation for peace still existed.

As long as the incident wasn’t officially tied to the Raikage’s orders, the alliance could still be salvaged. The death of one representative—even three—wasn’t enough to overturn the strategic necessity of peace.

If the Hidden Cloud tried to force a war now, they would bleed themselves dry. Konoha could simply blockade the Land of Lightning, cutting off its trade routes and food supplies. The Raikage might be able to feed his soldiers with coin—but not the starving civilians of his land.

A nation that couldn’t feed its people wouldn’t stand for long.

The true danger, ironically, lay not in the east—but in the west. If Iwa took advantage of the chaos and launched a major offensive, the Raikage might be cornered into war by domestic pressure. That was the real crisis.

Shikaku’s eyes gleamed as his mind reached the same conclusion. “Hokage-sama, our immediate priorities are twofold. First, order Jonin Commander Kitamura to reinforce the Land of Hot Water front. Keep the lines steady, but avoid direct provocation with Kumo.”

He turned to the other Jonin, his tone sharp. “Second, dispatch elite reinforcements to the western front. Strengthen our defenses and coordinate with Suna before Iwa reacts. We cannot—must not—allow the west to become the weak point.”

Hiruzen inhaled deeply, then rose to his feet. The years showed in the weight of his posture, but his voice carried the strength of a leader who still bore the will of fire.

“Proceed as Shikaku has advised,” he commanded. “Everyone, begin preparations at once. Detailed orders will follow shortly.”

He paused, bowing his head slightly.

“Everything… I entrust to you.”

A silence fell over the room—solemn, resolute.

“For Konoha,” he said softly. Then, with a weary breath that carried both burden and belief—

“For our home.”

[NNSS] Chapter : 69 - Creating Chaos!

There were two main ways to seal ninjutsu onto a scroll.

The first involved writing the jutsu formula with special ink, then performing the technique to imprint the chakra within the scroll.

The second—far more advanced—required inscribing the jutsu pattern directly with one’s own chakra, relying primarily on Yin Release.

For most, the first method was safer and more stable. But for Roshi, whose ultimate goal was to one day inscribe his own Flying Thunder God mark, shortcuts were meaningless. He chose the second path.

The practice scrolls he used could only hold a limited amount of chakra and had a very short lifespan. Within three hours, the seals would break down, rendering the entire scroll useless.

Aside from basic physical training and meals, Roshi devoted nearly all his time to practicing sealing arts.

While he worked tirelessly in solitude, the rest of the village was anything but quiet.

Kumogakure’s representative—Akai—who had smiled warmly at the villagers as if he carried the dawn of peace itself, shed that façade the moment he stepped into the negotiation hall.

Konoha’s higher-ups had expected the Cloud delegation to be difficult, but Akai’s obstinance went beyond aggression.

Even topics that had already been settled—mission quotas, border outpost agreements—were suddenly reopened. Every discussion ended with new objections or demands.

For several days, not a single clause of the thick alliance draft had been finalized. Each time an agreement seemed close, Akai would overturn it with another excuse.

“Something’s wrong,” Homura muttered, removing his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. “That representative is deliberately stalling.”

Koharu’s expression hardened. “It’s as if he’s waiting for something—or trying to wear down our patience.”

She recalled Roshi’s earlier warning: 'The Kumogakure representative might not have come with good intentions.'

“Hiruzen,” she said quietly, “the Anbu surveillance on Akai must be raised to maximum priority.”

“It’s already done,” the Third Hokage replied, brows furrowing. “We’ll observe for now. If the representative maintains this attitude, we’ll dispatch a secondary team to Kumogakure to investigate their real motives.”

Disagreements during diplomacy were normal—but this time, the stagnation felt deliberate.

Perhaps something—or someone—within Kumogakure itself was influencing the representative’s behavior.

At the far edge of Konoha, in an abandoned warehouse swallowed by shadow, a spiraling vortex distorted the air.

Obito emerged from the swirl of space, his mask gleaming faintly in the dark.

Before him, a pale, plant-like creature writhed as it emerged.

“Akai argued with Konoha’s advisors again today,” said White Zetsu in a sing-song voice. “Same issues. No progress. Konoha’s Anbu are everywhere, buzzing around like flies—but they’re only watching. No one’s made a move.”

Obito listened in silence, his single Sharingan glinting.

This was not what he had planned. Under genjutsu control, Akai should have been provoking conflict, driving Konoha into fury, and igniting open hostility.

Yet nothing was happening.

No tension, no chaos. Only endless stalemates.

Obito’s tone dropped to a cold whisper. “It seems… a more direct approach is required.”

Night fell deep over Konoha.

The inn hosting the Kumogakure delegation was silent, its hallways dimly lit by paper lamps.

Outside one particular room, two Anbu operatives crouched in the shadows, monitoring every fluctuation of chakra within.

Inside, the real Akai sat lifeless on the bed—his eyes empty, his will completely crushed under genjutsu.

A ripple tore through space, and Obito stepped out from the void. In a heartbeat, he dragged Akai’s body into the Kamui dimension.

At the same instant, a White Zetsu clone surfaced from the floor, its body twisting and reforming until it perfectly resembled Akai.

Just as the transformation completed—

Knock, knock, knock.

A sudden knock echoed through the stillness.

The Zetsu-Akai scowled and yanked open the door. Standing there was a Konoha attendant, bowing politely.

“Lord Akai, I just wanted to ask if you require—”

“No! I don’t need anything!” the false representative barked, voice sharp and impatient. “You people never stop bothering me! Leave!”

He slammed the door hard enough to rattle the hinges, then threw himself back onto the bed, motionless.

Outside, the attendant merely smiled faintly, bowed once more, and turned to leave.

In the shadows, one of the Anbu whispered into his communicator, “Target—no anomalies.”

Meanwhile, in the Hyūga Clan’s main compound, the night was serene.

Guards patrolled the courtyards silently, their movements practiced.

Then, without warning, the air in the main courtyard shimmered—rippling like disturbed water. A masked figure concealed from head to toe stepped out of a twisting spatial vortex, appearing directly in the heart of the Hyūga estate.

Without hesitation, the intruder slipped into the bedroom of young Hyūga Hinata. The sleeping child never stirred before being lifted effortlessly into the air.

Instead of concealing himself, the figure turned and vaulted over the inner wall, carrying her openly.

The act instantly triggered the Hyūga’s security barrier.

“Who’s there?!”

“An intruder—inside the main family compound!”

Alarms blared through the night like the cry of steel. Guards surged from every direction.

Hyūga Hiashi appeared almost at once, his eyes blazing with Byakugan clarity. The veins along his temples bulged as his all-seeing gaze locked onto the fleeing figure.

He moved.

In a blur of motion, Hiashi intercepted the intruder’s path. Chakra flared around his hand, focused to a lethal point.

'Gentle Fist—Death Strike!'

The palm connected with a heavy, resonant thud. The masked assailant froze mid-motion, chest caving under the blow. Hiashi’s chakra tore through his body like a violent current, rupturing his heart before he could even scream.

His grip slackened—Hinata fell—but Hiashi caught her gently with his free arm.

She was unconscious, frightened but unharmed.

Hiashi exhaled slowly, relief flickering in his pale eyes. Then his expression hardened once more as he tore the mask away from the attacker’s face.

The sight made his blood run cold.

The features beneath the mask were unmistakable.

“This… can’t be…” he whispered.

Moments later, branch family guards rushed in, their footsteps echoing through the courtyard. When they saw the fallen figure, their faces paled.

“Lord Hiashi—this is… this is Kumogakure’s representative!”

[NNSS] Chapter : 68 - Homura and Koharu's doubts

“Hokage-sama has other appointments today and isn’t in the office at the moment. If you have any questions, Roshi-san, you can leave a written report, and I’ll make sure it reaches him.”

The assistant in the Hokage’s Office spoke with practiced politeness.

It was rare for the Third Hokage to be away. Roshi was about to leave when he ran into two familiar figures.

The Village Advisors—Homura Mitokado and Utatane Koharu.

“You must be Roshi,” Homura said, pushing up his glasses, his eyes briefly studying him. “Since Hiruzen isn’t here, why not discuss your matter with us instead?”

The two advisors held authority nearly equal to the Hokage’s when it came to village administration. Speaking to them wasn’t out of the question.

Roshi succinctly explained his concerns about the upcoming Kumogakure delegation—their potential hidden motives, and the risk of underlying tension. After all, in the original story, they had targeted the Hyūga Clan.

Koharu’s half-lidded eyes gave her an almost sleepy look. After listening in silence, she finally said, “The internal and external security measures have been arranged properly. There’s no need for concern.”

Having delivered his report, Roshi bowed politely, ready to leave.

“Wait a moment,” Homura interjected, raising a hand. “Since we’ve met, there are a few other matters we might as well discuss.”

He gestured for Roshi to sit. Koharu silently followed suit, settling beside him.

“We’re both disciples of the Second Hokage,” Homura began. “We’ve always held Lady Momoka in high regard. So, with you, Roshi, there’s no need for empty formalities.”

His expression sharpened. “Tell me—are your recent actions your own doing… or Lady Momoka’s intention?”

Roshi thought for a moment. He’d been busy lately, yes—but anything related to the Uchiha had been discreet. Either Fugaku himself came, or Itachi as his subordinate. That wasn’t what this was about.

Which meant… this was about the Senju.

“I haven’t done anything in particular, Mitokado-san. Just my usual duties and daily interactions,” Roshi replied calmly—a deliberately neutral answer.

“There’s no need to be so defensive,” Koharu said softly. “Even if you intend to revive the Senju Clan, we’d be quite pleased to see it happen.”

The Senju were not the Uchiha.

In Konoha’s current state—short on talent and low on morale—the return of the Senju would strengthen the village’s spirit and serve as a deterrent to other nations.

The old political problems that once surrounded the clan had long since faded.

Hiruzen had ruled for decades, and Minato, the Fourth Hokage, hadn’t come from any major family. In today’s Konoha, even if the Senju reclaimed their heritage, few would oppose it.

“Hiruzen assigning Uchiha Itachi under your command has our full support,” Homura added.

“So let’s be direct, Roshi.” He leaned his chin against his hand. “If you truly intend to rebuild the Senju Clan, the village will not stand in your way. We can’t intervene openly—but if you need anything, you can come to us.”

So that was it.

Hayami Shigeru, head of the Political Affairs Department, had been visiting the old Senju estate quite openly. No wonder—the department itself fell under the advisors' purview.

Given the current political balance, a revived Senju Clan would be far more useful than troublesome. It would also act as a quiet check against the Uchiha.

Perhaps, in the original timeline, the Advisors had considered this too. But the original Roshi had died two months earlier, Grandma had no interest in politics, and Tsunade was still wandering outside the village. There had been no one suitable to carry the Senju name.

And without the right person, no revival could truly take root.

“You misunderstand,” Roshi said evenly. “I have no such intention.”

Even if he did, now was hardly the time. Proclaiming himself a Senju heir would only paint a target on his back—and make him a convenient scapegoat.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t,” Homura said, leaning back in his chair. “In the village, we won’t be your enemies.”

He stood, looking down at Roshi. “But remember this—even if we mean no harm, there are others who might. There are people who would rather the Senju name remain buried. Even a hint of renewed connection could be enough to provoke them.”

The two Advisors said no more, leaving the office quietly.

The Uchiha? From their tone, that was the most likely implication. They didn’t know about Roshi’s arrangement with Fugaku, or his rapport with Itachi. But it could also refer to others—those who had benefited most from the Senju’s disappearance.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized how many that included.

Good thing he’d turned down Fugaku’s earlier suggestion. Rebuilding a clan? Only a fool would step into that firepit right now.

The next day, the Kumogakure representatives were finally allowed entry into Konoha after a day’s delay outside the gates.

The welcoming parade was grand—cheers and applause from villagers lining the streets. The three representatives from the Cloud smiled broadly, waving as if basking in the admiration.

On the rooftops, Roshi watched with a detached expression. Beside him, Anko sat cross-legged, chewing on dango.

“These guys are really enjoying themselves,” she muttered.

“Let’s go,” Roshi said, satisfied that everything seemed normal.

Itachi wasn’t present—he was busy investigating someone’s motives. For Team 5, composed of one Special Jōnin and one Chūnin and one Genin, such extra work was routine. High-ranking squads were always in motion.

After the advisors' warning, Roshi had begun reaching out a bit more—but this time, with purpose. Since part of the high command quietly supported him, his options had expanded. There was no longer any need for frantic, daily meetings.

The real challenge now lay elsewhere—the Flying Thunder God Jutsu. His progress had stalled at the sealing formula stage.

He couldn’t solve that alone.

Which was why he was out today—to gather supplies.

Aoki Ninja Tool Shop

The owner, Aoki Aomori, was an old acquaintance—and a former Senju himself, about ten years younger than Grandma Momoka.

Roshi’s family had always bought from him. Reliable quality, fair prices.

“Scrolls?” Aoki asked as Roshi entered.

“Yes. I’ve been practicing sealing techniques lately, trying to make some sealing scrolls of my own,” Roshi said.

“For training or for combat?” Aoki asked knowingly. “Practice scrolls are 220 ryō each. Combat-grade are 1,100.”

“I’ll take a hundred practice ones.”

Aoki’s eyebrows rose, but he didn’t comment. “That’ll be 20,000 ryō, then. I’ll give you the bulk rate—200 per piece.”

The bundle was heavy, too bulky for one person to carry.

“Roshi!!” Anko complained, dragging two large boxes behind her, “did you bring me along today just to do manual labor?”

Roshi smiled. “We’re eating at BBQ tonight. My treat.”

Anko immediately brightened. “Yes! Subordinate Anko will serve Captain-sama with full dedication!”

[NNSS] Chapter : 67 - Akatsuki's chaos

'So, you’ve found new teammates, Itachi.'

'And who was that boy… who could sense my gaze?'

A tall man walked leisurely through the forest, long hair swaying behind him. His face was hidden beneath a tiger-striped, single-eyed mask; dark robes draped his form.

When he brushed past a thick tree trunk, his figure slipped through it as if the wood were nothing but smoke—solid matter held no meaning for him.

“Zetsu,” came the low, distorted voice from beneath the mask, “where is he?”

A reply slithered out from the earth itself.

“He’s just ahead.”

Moments later, a half-black, half-white figure emerged from a nearby tree, twisting and blooming like some grotesque plant taking root.

“Most of Konoha’s forces have been drawn away by the border skirmishes,” Zetsu reported. “Around the Hidden Cloud envoy, only their own guards and a few Konoha ANBU remain. The window—three minutes, at most.”

“That’s enough,” Obito replied, his tone detached.

He cast a glance at Zetsu’s split face. “Iwagakure’s really throwing money around. Where did they dig up so many worthless mercenaries?”

Zetsu chuckled darkly. “Hehehe… The war’s ending. Many rogue and wandering ninja can’t survive between the great nations, so they’re all drifting west. As long as Ōnoki keeps the borders locked, these men have nowhere to go. For them, this ‘commission’ is a rare lifeline.”

“Hmph.”

“Commission or not, I would’ve acted anyway.”

Akatsuki’s name was beginning to spread across the ninja world—and this job had come precisely because of that growing reputation. Yet even without the contract, the objective was the same.

Letting Konoha enjoy peace and ally with the Hidden Cloud? Unacceptable. Stability only strengthened the system that needed to be destroyed.

No single village should rise above the rest. From chaos would come rebirth—that was true salvation.

His body shimmered, becoming a shadow, and slipped silently toward the envoy.

A Hidden Cloud guard sensed a faint disturbance in the air.

“You—”

That was all he managed to say before the sound died in his throat.

Two guards crumpled like empty sacks, their bodies limp and silent. Only the faintest hairline marks along their necks betrayed what had happened.

From the darkness, a hand reached out and clamped around the envoy leader’s throat.

Akai, head of the diplomatic mission, gasped—eyes wide, air cut off, terror reflecting in the Sharingan gleaming from the single eyehole of the mask.

“Find an opportunity…” Obito’s voice rumbled, deep and hypnotic. “…to disrupt the peace talks.”

“…Yes…”

The word rasped out from Akai’s throat, his pupils dilating, mind drowning in illusion.

From beneath the ground, two pale, viscous figures oozed upward—White Zetsu clones. They crawled over the fallen guards, absorbing the lingering chakra from their bodies as their forms twisted and reformed into perfect copies—same uniforms, same faces, even the same faint expressions.

When the clones were done, the scene was spotless. No blood. No noise. No sign of intrusion.

The glaze over Akai’s eyes faded, returning him to his apparent “normal” self.

Just then, a Konoha patrol squad arrived, drawn by the faint sounds of struggle.

“What happened here? Trouble?” the leading Jonin asked, scanning the perimeter sharply.

Akai turned, his tone flat but laced with impatience. “Nothing serious. Just a few pests. We’ve handled it. Seems your patrols are a bit slow, as usual.”

He waved dismissively, signaling them to leave.

The Jonin frowned, eyes sweeping over the disturbed earth and faint traces of movement—but seeing the two uninjured guards behind Akai, his doubts eased. Given the wave of minor attackers they’d faced lately, the explanation seemed reasonable enough.

“Understood. Please remain cautious,” the Jonin said formally, before leading his men away.

As they disappeared from sight, Akai’s lips curved upward in a faint, unnatural smile.

Under the coordinated efforts of Konoha’s Jonin and Chunin, the Hidden Cloud envoy’s final approach to the village proceeded smoothly.

Team 5 soon received their updated orders: the envoy had been safely settled in a secure farmhouse outside Konoha, and they were to return to the village to await further instructions.

With the mission concluded, Guy’s temporary assignment came to an end.

“Roshi-kun! Itachi-kun! Anko-san!”

Before parting, Guy’s voice thundered once more, brimming with uncontainable enthusiasm. His teeth glinted under the afternoon sun as both thumbs shot upward.

“Every moment fighting alongside you has made my youth burn even brighter! This farewell is merely the beginning of an even more passionate reunion!”

He clenched his fist. “Next time, we’ll ignite an even greater blaze of youth together!”

Roshi, expression neutral, nodded. “Guy-senpai, thank you for your efforts.”

Itachi bowed politely. “We appreciate your guidance.”

Anko offered an awkward smile. “Well… goodbye, Guy-senpai.”

As Guy’s figure vanished into the distance, Roshi couldn’t shake a lingering unease. Those earlier attacks—their scale, their timing—what had been their true purpose?

And that footprint… the one that made them all tense during their night watch—whose was it?

He forced the thoughts aside. Not every scheme in this world succeeded. Perhaps whoever orchestrated this had simply been probing for weakness, nothing more.

Still…

His thoughts turned toward the Hidden Cloud envoy. From what little he remembered of the “original story,” this envoy wasn’t exactly known for it's manners.

Then again, that fit the Hidden Cloud’s reputation perfectly—loud on the battlefield, louder in diplomacy, and not above a little theft when opportunity presented itself.

The most absurd incident of all had been the death of the Third Raikage.

A Kage, fighting alone for three days and three nights against ten thousand Iwagakure ninja to cover his comrades’ retreat—only to die of exhaustion.

Three days and nights! By that time, the Fourth Ninja War could’ve ended twice over. And yet, the Cloud had simply let him fight to his last breath.

What truly happened back then—no one knew. Both the Cloud and Iwagakure had sealed those records tightly.

But that didn’t matter now.

Roshi decided he’d report his concerns to the Hokage personally. After three years stationed along the Hidden Cloud border, he knew that village’s temperament well enough.

That, after all, was part of what it meant to be a Jonin.

Even as a Special Jonin, one could walk into the Hokage’s Office at any time.

[NNSS] Chapter : 66 - Teaming with Might Guy

The break didn’t last long. Before Team 5 could properly unwind, another summons arrived from the Hokage’s Office.

When the trio entered, they immediately noticed someone new waiting inside.

He wore a skintight green jumpsuit under a matching flak vest, his thick eyebrows casting shadows over eyes that blazed with vitality. His entire face radiated one word—youth.

“The Kumogakure envoy is about to reach the border,” the Third Hokage began. “Team 5, your mission is to investigate for any abnormalities along the envoy’s route of entry.”

He continued, “Given the possible risks, Jonin Might Guy has been temporarily assigned to your squad, Roshi.”

Hiruzen’s calm tone left no room for negotiation. “Guy, Roshi is a ninja with excellent command ability. Although you outrank him, he’ll lead this mission. Any objections?”

“Of course not, Hokage-sama!” Guy’s voice boomed like thunder.

He turned to Roshi, eyes blazing brighter than ever, giving a thumbs-up that practically glowed. “To be so young and already praised by Hokage-sama! Roshi-kun! Your youth must be burning with passion!”

“Compared to you, I’m still far behind!”

Somehow, tears started streaming down Guy’s cheeks as an invisible fire of emotion erupted around him.

The Third Hokage watched silently.
Roshi watched silently.
Itachi’s brow twitched.
Anko instinctively took a step back behind Roshi.

“Captain,” she whispered, “is this guy reliable? He’s a Jonin—technically higher-ranked than you.”

Before Roshi could answer, Guy pulled out a brand-new pair of bright green tights and thrust them toward him. “A gift to celebrate our first meeting! Nothing bonds comrades like the color of youth!”

“Ahem,” Hiruzen interjected before the situation could escalate. “Guy, we can discuss... gifts later.”

“Yes, Hokage-sama!” Guy barked, but still pressed the tights into Roshi’s hand with heartfelt insistence before returning to his spot, flashing a grin so white it could probably reflect ninjutsu.

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Roshi glanced down at the tights, rubbing the fabric between his fingers. Surprisingly high-quality.

Itachi’s stare lingered.
Anko stepped another pace back.

Roshi looked up at the Hokage, his expression saying plainly:

'Hokage-sama, don’t you think his style clashes with Team 5’s aesthetic? We’re going for the “brooding elite” vibe, not... shonen protagonist energy.'

But the old man only pretended not to see it. “Might Guy is an exceptional Ninja—his Taijutsu ability is top-class. This mission is crucial. It concerns the success of our negotiations with Kumogakure. I’m counting on all of you.”

In truth, Might Guy turned out to be remarkably dependable.

Once they left the Hokage’s office—and after his failed attempt to give Itachi and Anko matching tights—his enthusiasm mellowed into the focused discipline of a Jonin.

(For the record, both refused. Anko claimed tights were “too suffocating,” and Itachi, ever polite, simply couldn’t bring himself to wear something that... green.)

As for Roshi—under the combined weight of their stares, equal parts confusion, pity, and “so that’s the kind of captain you are”—he accepted them.

To be fair, they were good quality. Wrong color and cut, maybe, but the fabric was durable. He made a mental note to ask the Aoki Tool Shop later how much a normal outfit in that material might cost.

“Guy-senpai,” Roshi began, tone calm and professional again, “I’ll explain the mission in detail.”

“The envoy has been attacked several times by unidentified groups since leaving Kumogakure. Inside their territory, their guards handled it. But after crossing into the Land of Hot Water, the assaults increased in both frequency and scale. That’s why his progress has been delayed—they're only now reaching the Land of Fire’s border.”

He pointed to their assigned area on the map. “Anko, Itachi, and I will handle perimeter reconnaissance. Guy-senpai—your burst speed and range of movement are unmatched. You’ll serve as mobile support, responding instantly to any signal.”

Guy’s eyes gleamed with fervor. “Understood! The speed of youth shall never arrive late!”

Team 5 exchanged a moment of collective silence.

“…Right,” Roshi said, face unreadable, before motioning for formation.

Anko and Itachi vanished into the left treeline. Roshi slipped into the shadows on the right.

All along the border, Konoha’s patrol forces were active—Team 5 was merely one link in the chain. Even so, their area saw plenty of activity.

By midday, Anko and Itachi had trailed a suspicious squad attempting to approach the envoy’s route. They signaled.

Guy’s response was instant. He shot past them like a green blur, subduing the intruders with pure Taijutsu in seconds, mercilessly.

Roshi’s sector wasn’t much calmer. A four-man Chunin-level team appeared, clearly no match. He eliminated them quickly and quietly.

“They’re all small fry," Anko muttered later at the rendezvous point. “Not from any major village. Probably mercenaries or stray clans.”

“Same on my end,” Roshi said. “Feels like they’re just trying to delay, not destroy.”

But why? If they were just harassers, why invest this much effort? And if there was a real threat, where was it hiding?

As that thought crossed his mind, a sudden prick of killing intent brushed the edge of his senses.

He didn’t move, but his eyes flicked toward Guy.

Without a word, the Jonin shifted half a step, his tall frame subtly blocking Roshi’s line of sight.

In that instant, Roshi left a Shadow Clone behind and silently sank into the ground using Earth Release, tunneling straight toward the source of the gaze.

He burst from the earth in a spray of dirt—just as Guy, Anko, and Itachi appeared beside him.

No one was there.

But Roshi’s sharp eyes caught something others might have missed—two faint, fresh footprints pressed into the soft earth, facing back toward their previous position.

The person had vanished in an instant.

No chakra residue, no displaced branches, not even the faintest trace of movement.

It was as if someone had appeared out of thin air… taken a look at them… and disappeared just as easily.

[NNSS] Chapter : 65 - Izakaya?

'Itachi left… Should I find someone else to keep me company for now?'
Anko’s whereabouts were still unknown.

'Forget it. I’ll just wander around on my own. After training so hard, it wouldn’t hurt to clear my head a bit.'

Konoha might be vast, but when it came to entertainment, there wasn’t much to see—or do. No theaters, no arcades, not even a decent festival lately.

“Hey! Roshi!”

A familiar, lively voice called out from behind.

Turning around, Roshi saw a young man wearing a shinobi forehead protector tilted into a makeshift hat, his messy bangs covering one eye. Beside him stood another boy with wild, spiky hair, and next to him—a Hyuga, unmistakable from the pale Byakugan eyes.

Memories clicked into place almost instantly.

Izumo Kamizuki. Kotetsu Hagane. Tokuma Hyuga.
All of them—his old classmates from the Ninja Academy.

Roshi stopped walking as the three approached.

“You punk!” Izumo slapped him hard on the back, his grin wide. “I heard you’ve been promoted to Special Jonin—and even completed an S-rank mission! Yet you look at me like, ‘Who are you again?’”

“Ah… I was just thinking about something.”

Their relationship had never been particularly close or distant. But after three years of war, not many classmates were left. It was no wonder they greeted him with this mix of cheer and awkward nostalgia.

While Roshi’s team had been stationed near the Kumogakure border, these three had been sent toward Iwagakure’s front lines.

A year after Kumo deployed its troops, Iwa had torn up its alliance with Konoha, sending raiding squads across the western borders. Fortunately, Suna had remained loyal, keeping the pressure manageable.

“Where are Kaito and Shota? Why aren’t they—” Kotetsu’s words cut off abruptly when Tokuma jabbed an elbow into his ribs.

Those names—Kaito and Shota—were Roshi’s fallen teammates.

The air froze.

Izumo let out an awkward laugh and quickly changed the subject. “Ahem! So, Roshi—where are you headed?”

“To grab a bite.”

“What a coincidence! We were just about to do the same. Ichiraku Ramen?”

Ramen wasn’t exactly what Roshi had in mind—he’d wanted something a bit better. But seeing the guilt and discomfort lingering on their faces, he nodded. “Sure.”

Ichiraku was as lively as ever. The scent of rich broth mingled with chatter and laughter, filling the air with warmth.

For shinobi, it was the perfect spot—cheap, delicious, and plenty filling.

They took seats at the counter.

“Boss! Extra chashu for this guy—it’s on me, to celebrate his promotion!” Kotetsu announced proudly.

Izumo rested his chin on his hand. “Then I’ll get him an order of fried shrimp.”

“Add some squid,” Tokuma said curtly.

Roshi raised an eyebrow. “That’s all?”

Kotetsu immediately bit the bait. “Boss! Make his bowl extra large!”

“Add one!”

“Add one!”

By the time they’d emptied their bowls, the earlier tension had melted away in the heat of laughter and steaming soup.

Their talk naturally drifted to the current buzz in the Village—the arrival of the Kumogakure delegation.

“If they really reach an agreement,” Kotetsu said between slurps, “we can finally focus on Iwagakure. With an ally’s support, peace might not be that far off, huh?”

“Maybe,” Izumo mused, stirring his bowl with his chopsticks. “But not everyone’s happy about it. I mean, they’re the ones who started the war, and now we’re expected to welcome them with smiles?”

“There’s no helping it,” Kotetsu muttered, lowering his voice. “For peace…” His eyes flicked toward Roshi.

Roshi said nothing—just quietly finished his soup.

“That day, I won’t be going with you guys,” Tokuma suddenly said.

Kotetsu blinked. “What? You’re skipping such a big event?”

Tokuma nodded. “The Clan Heiress turns three that day. The entire clan is required to attend the ceremony. It’s already been reported to the Hokage.”

“Three years old? That’s… a big deal now?”

Tokuma didn’t reply. But Roshi understood. For the Hyuga Clan, that birthday was far from ordinary.

Ichiraku was small, and soon after finishing their meal, the four found themselves wandering the nearby street again.

Kotetsu stopped in front of a shop, eyes gleaming. “Should we go in and take a look…”

Roshi glanced at the sign. Kuraku.

“This is an izakaya,” he pointed out. “A karaoke-style one. They don’t serve—”

“Shut up! Of course I know that!” Kotetsu threw an arm around his shoulder. “We just want to take a peek!”

Izumo nodded sagely. “Kotetsu has a point. Besides, if we have a Special Jonin-sama leading us, what’s there to worry about?”

'Being strong doesn’t make me old enough to drink,' Roshi thought. 'If Grandma found out, she’d kill me.'

He tried to walk away, but Kotetsu grabbed his arm, and Izumo joined in. Despite their combined strength, Roshi barely moved—until he gave in, letting himself be dragged halfheartedly.

“What are you kids doing here!”

A firm, slightly stern voice snapped from behind them, freezing Izumo and Kotetsu mid-motion.

The man approached quickly.

“This isn’t a place for your age, Izumo, Kotetsu—wait…” His eyes landed on Roshi. “Roshi?”

“Uncle Hayami,” Roshi greeted calmly.

“Oh, so even you’re curious about izakayas now?” Hayami Shigeru dropped his sternness and sighed. “Still, this isn’t the right place. If you really want to see one, I’ll take you somewhere else.”

“Uncle Hayami, Roshi’s the same age as us!” Kotetsu protested. “That’s kinda hurtful, you know?”

Izumo nodded vigorously.

Hayami gave them a flat stare, then turned to Tokuma. “You too, Tokuma-kun?”

“No, I’ll pass,” Tokuma said immediately.

“Good choice.” Hayami snorted. “The rest of you—follow me.”

The man led the way, and the boys exchanged looks before hurrying after him.

After several turns, they arrived at an older-looking establishment with a wooden sign that read Yamanoya.

“So this is the kind of place, huh…” Kotetsu muttered.

“Maybe we should just head back,” Izumo whispered.

“Get in,” Hayami barked, pulling aside the curtain.

Inside, the izakaya was cozier than it looked. A few patrons greeted Hayami, teasing him for bringing “kids” to drink and joking about reporting him to the administration.

Hayami ignored them, leading the boys to the counter. “Two glasses of milk for these two,” he told the owner, pointing at Izumo and Kotetsu. “Sit in the corner.”

The pair groaned and shuffled to a side table.

Roshi sat at the counter beside Hayami. “Just a glass of water, please.”

So much for relaxing.

“Izumo and Kotetsu too?” Roshi asked quietly.

Hayami nodded, taking a sip of his drink. “The Kamizuki and Hagane families once followed Hashirama-sama’s order to disband the old system. They still believe reviving it would betray his will.”

'Ah', Roshi thought. 'So that’s why there’s no record of their former status.'

But then again, Tsunade had trusted them enough to work under her later—it wasn’t surprising.

“As for the equipment wear you submitted,” Hayami continued, “since that mission was a village order, the expenses can be reimbursed.”

“Though, you made a few mistakes in the report.” He gave a dry chuckle. “I fixed it for you this time. But next time, list such damages separately under ‘Material Consumption’ in the appendix—not in the mission summary. The admin department only checks the format, not the content. Mixing them delays everything.”

“Thank you, Uncle Hayami.”

Hayami waved it off. “It’s nothing. We all have to help each other—otherwise, when real trouble comes, there’ll be no one left to rely on.”

He took another sip and added in a lower tone, “Momoka-sama’s from another era. She doesn’t realize how much the Village has changed. Back then, there were only a handful of us. Now, it’s a real community—and that means unity matters.”

“Look at the Uchiha—losers in the Warring Clans era, yet they rose above us through sheer cohesion.”

Then he stood, patting Roshi on the shoulder. “Alright, I’ll stop lecturing. Those two in the corner look like they’re dying of boredom.”

As he walked off to rescue the sulking pair, he paused to add, “Oh, and by the way—the owner here’s one of our own. If you really want to drink something, it’s fine.”

Roshi watched him go, then turned back to the clear glass of water before him.
So much for wandering alone.