Danzo Shimura wanted to make a move against Shimizu Uchiha, but he had to consider Hiruzen Sarutobi's stance. Hiruzen Sarutobi currently hel
Danzo Shimura wanted to make a move against Shimizu Uchiha, but he had to consider Hiruzen Sarutobi's stance.
Hiruzen Sarutobi currently held Shimizu in high regard, treating him as if he were grooming the next Uchiha Kagami. He had even arranged for Shimizu to join the Anbu, with all the paperwork finalized, only awaiting his official appointment.
Despite Danzo's frequent habit of outwardly complying with Hiruzen while secretly defying him, he didn't dare openly disregard the Hokage's authority. At most, he could only pull off minor schemes in the shadows, which Hiruzen would turn a blind eye to, pretending not to notice.
Of course, the most critical factor was that Shimizu had already run simulations beforehand. He knew that as long as he didn't push too far, Danzo would hold back and refrain from acting openly.
"Damn Uchiha brat," Danzo cursed inwardly.
If Shimizu weren't currently Hiruzen's favored protégé, Danzo wouldn't have given this kid a second thought.
"This old man is acting for the sake of Konohagakure," Danzo declared.
"Does the Hokage know that?" Shimizu shot back.
His retort caused Danzo's tone to falter. This was part of the unspoken agreement between Danzo and Hiruzen—some matters, Hiruzen wouldn't question, allowing Danzo to handle the village's darker affairs. But these things couldn't be brought into the open. They were too unsightly, liable to stir panic among the other ninja clans.
"How dare you speak to Lord Danzo like that!" barked Ryoma Aburame, Danzo's loyal lapdog.
"Oh? Was my tone too harsh? Did I insult Danzo? Or do you think mentioning the Hokage is disrespectful to Danzo? Are you implying some dissatisfaction with the Hokage or the village? Feel free to tell me—I can pass it along. After all, I'm a frequent visitor to the Hokage's office," Shimizu said with a smile, deftly framing Ryoma as a ninja harboring disloyalty toward the village in just a few words.
"Uchiha, you—" Ryoma began, but Danzo raised a hand to silence him.
"The orphanage here is facing a financial crisis. This old man is merely trying to help. The pittance the village provides could never support so many people. I'm doing this for the children's sake," Danzo said, his eyes cold despite the forced smile that looked utterly unnatural.
"That's enough, Shimizu. I'll agree to Danzo's terms," said Nonou Yakushi, feeling a warmth in her heart as Shimizu stood up for her.
But the orphanage didn't just need a little money—it needed a fortune. How could Shimizu possibly have enough? Even if he had healed countless patients on the battlefield, he'd have earned maybe a few hundred thousand ryo at most. After deducting daily expenses—explosive tags, shuriken, kunai, ninja vests, and other costly gear—only about thirty percent of that would remain.
For ninjas, relying solely on mission rewards would lead to starvation. It was the Daimyo's funding to the village that provided a baseline salary, a monthly stipend that kept ninjas from going hungry.
"It's just money, isn't it?" Shimizu said, feigning reluctance as he pulled out 800,000 ryo.
"Not a small sum," Danzo remarked, eyeing the money before turning to Nonou. "Nonou, are you truly not returning to Root?"
Nonou was momentarily stunned by the sheer amount Shimizu produced. Now, hearing Danzo's question, she lowered her head slightly. If possible, she didn't want to leave the children. She knew Danzo was untrustworthy. If she resumed her work as a spy, she'd likely meet a grim end, and the orphanage would collapse without funding after her death.
"I…" Nonou hesitated, reluctant to let Shimizu's hard-earned money go to waste.
"Don't overthink it, Nonou-nee. If it's too much, consider it a loan—you can pay me back later," Shimizu said, stuffing the money back into a sealing scroll and pressing it into her hands. Their fingers brushed briefly, and Shimizu felt the cool, soft touch of Nonou's hand.
Unaware of Shimizu's thoughts, Nonou wavered. After a long pause, she took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, Lord Danzo."
"Hmph. I hope you don't regret this," Danzo replied, giving Shimizu a piercing look before standing to leave.
Orochimaru and Ryoma Aburame quickly followed.
After some distance, Danzo said, "You know what to do."
"Of course, Lord Danzo," Ryoma replied respectfully.
Shimizu Uchiha had handed over a fortune to the orphanage. If an "accident" were to occur and that money were quickly spent, the orphanage would be back to square one—penniless.
Orochimaru's eyes glinted. This could be an opportunity to test Shimizu's strength. Was his Body Flicker Technique as fast as the rumors claimed?
As Danzo and his entourage left with cold expressions, Nonou grabbed Shimizu's hand, trying to return the sealing scroll. "I told you, this is for you, Nonou-nee," Shimizu insisted, pushing it back.
Nonou was surprised—she hadn't realized Shimizu was so strong, almost as if he had unnatural power.
"Dean, this is Shimizu's kindness," said the plump nun, ever pragmatic. The orphanage's financial crisis was so severe it might collapse in days. This money was a lifeline. The children could finally get new clothes—some were wearing outfits so small they were painfully tight.
"Alright… fine," Nonou relented, accepting the money.
"Hahaha! Shimizu's the most outstanding kid you've ever raised, Dean!" chuckled the white-haired old man.
"Absolutely," the plump nun nodded in agreement. A kid who could produce 800,000 ryo—wasn't that exceptional? It was enough to sustain the orphanage for a long time, ensuring the hundred-plus orphans had good food and clothes.
"Hey, you! Why are you spying on Lord Shimizu?" Guren snapped, spotting Kabuto Yakushi peeking at Shimizu through a window crack. For some reason, Kabuto always rubbed her the wrong way.
"Shh!" Kabuto hushed her, startled, motioning for silence.
But the noise had already drawn attention. Nonou opened the door, smiling gently. "Eavesdropping isn't what good kids do."
"…Yes, Dean," Kabuto muttered, lowering his head.
"No harm done. They're just kids. But Guren, how did you know Kabuto was spying?" Nonou asked.
"Uh… well, I…" Guren scratched the back of her head, flustered. Truthfully, she was checking on Shimizu, worried he might leave without her.
The children's innocence lightened the mood for Nonou and her two assistants. At least these kids were something pure—something worth protecting.
That night, Shimizu and Nonou discussed medical ninjutsu. Though Nonou had left the ninja world years ago, her expertise in medical ninjutsu remained sharp. Over the past few nights, their discussions had been mutually enlightening. Nonou realized Shimizu's knowledge had surpassed her own—she could no longer teach him, but their exchanges sparked new insights.
"They're here," Shimizu said suddenly.
Nonou looked puzzled. Moments later, she sensed it too—a disturbance approaching.
"Let me handle it, Nonou-nee," Shimizu said, his eyes shifting into the three-tomoe Sharingan, radiating a chilling aura.
Even knowing Shimizu wasn't an enemy, Nonou felt a shiver of danger. Her disciple had grown increasingly enigmatic in the years she'd been away. What changes had occurred?
"I'll go with you," she offered.
"No need," Shimizu replied. His three-tomoe Sharingan lingered on Nonou's figure, her curvaceous form barely concealed by her heavy nun's habit. The arc from her back to her hips hinted at a fullness that captivated him. Enhanced by his Sharingan, he even caught a faint, intoxicating fragrance—like a mature flower distilled into an alluring essence.
Nonou felt an odd sensation under his gaze but quickly dismissed it. Shimizu was her disciple; he wouldn't think of her that way.
"There might be some noise soon," Shimizu said, then leapt out the window.
Tap.
Shimizu landed fluidly on the ground, closing his left eye, leaving only his right Sharingan glowing red. His closed left eye shifted from crimson to pure white—the Byakugan.
When Shimizu first acquired the Byakugan, he could only use it or the Sharingan separately. Now, he could wield both simultaneously—one Byakugan, one Sharingan. A strange sensation welled within him. He could see everything around him, peering through obstacles to spot an ant behind a tree.
With his three-tomoe Sharingan active, his physical abilities surged, expanding his perception further. An invisible field radiated outward, like sonar, growing wider with each pulse.
"Found you," Shimizu said, a grin splitting his face as his body vanished, leaving only flickers of flame.
Crack!
A ninja was sent flying, a gaping hole blasted through their chest.
"Enemy attack!" The remaining ninjas, masked and cloaked, their hoods obscuring their faces, snapped into combat stances. They seemed emotionless, unfazed by their comrade's instant death.
"No chakra concentrated in my fist, yet my raw strength was enough to punch through someone's chest?" Shimizu mused, staring at his blood-stained hand, a thrill coursing through him. This was the power he'd always sought.
"Attack!" The nine remaining ninjas moved in a coordinated assault, their teamwork flawless.
Shimizu stepped back, dodging a samurai sword's slash. He grabbed the attacker's wrist, crushing it with a sickening crack, leaving deep marks in the sword's handle. The ninja, seemingly immune to pain, flung shuriken with their other hand.
Clang, clang, clang.
The shuriken tore through Shimizu's clothes, leaving gashes but not a scratch on his skin. He seized the ninja's head and crushed it.
As the others rushed him, exploiting the moment, Shimizu sank into a low stance. A sweeping kick, sharp as a blade, bisected them at the waist.
From the second-floor window, Nonou watched the gruesome scene, frowning. Shimizu's strength exceeded her expectations, but his methods were brutally cruel. During her time in Root, such tactics hadn't fazed her, but years of peaceful living had changed her perspective—she now saw them as wrong.
"Hmph…" As Shimizu finished off the enemies, a mass of venomous snakes emerged from the shadows.
Latent Shadow Snake Hands!
Shimizu instantly recognized the technique. The caster could only be Orochimaru.
Katon: Fireball Jutsu.
Shimizu's cheeks puffed as he unleashed a massive, orange-yellow fireball over two meters wide. The snakes writhed and wailed under the heat, charred black in moments.
Boom!
The explosion shook the forest, scattering leaves and rattling the orphanage nearby.
Kabuto jolted awake, grabbing his precious glasses. "Quiet, everyone, go back to sleep," the plump nun called, calming the children. Ninja battles were beyond their involvement. If needed, the Dean would step in.
In the forest, Shimizu's Byakugan pierced through to the ninja behind him—a figure with snakes writhing within their body, their spine replaced by a white serpent's.
"Has Orochimaru already modified himself to this extent?" Shimizu wondered.
Before he could ponder further, the ground trembled. Countless snakes flooded the area.
Formation of Ten Thousand Snakes!
Shimizu's three-tomoe Sharingan spun rapidly, exuding immense pupil power.
Genjutsu: Sharingan!
The snakes' eyes flashed with three-tomoe patterns, freezing in place.
"Die," Shimizu said coldly.
The snakes began tearing into their own bodies, biting until blood and bone were exposed, unrelenting until thousands lay dying.
Orochimaru, watching from the shadows, felt a surge of greed. This was the Sharingan's power—a mere glance could dominate. It was said the Uchiha's Sharingan could subdue even the fearsome Tailed Beasts, making them tremble. Its genjutsu could control any being—ninja, beast, or creature—with enough pupil power to even distort reality.
"Ho ho… Life is so fragile, yet it birthed such a formidable clan. If used properly, this power could defy death itself," Orochimaru mused, his desire for Shimizu's body intensifying. Initially, he'd been intrigued by Shimizu's talent, but now, his body seemed the true prize. A single glance had ensnared the snakes of his Formation of Ten Thousand Snakes, and shuriken had failed to pierce Shimizu's skin.
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