Chapter 112 – The First Reward! Son of Kaguya?
A thunderous explosion rocked the entire Hidden Mist Village, the blinding light tearing through the darkness like daylight, completely flattening what remained of the Mizukage's Tower.
The anguished wails of the Three-Tails echoed across the mist-shrouded village, sending shivers down the spines of every shinobi who bore witness from afar. One by one, the Mist ninja stood frozen in place, dumbstruck by what they saw.
"The… Three-Tails… lost?"
"How's that possible?! That's the Three-Tails we're talking about!"
No one knew how many Mist shinobi had gathered, but all of them were struck silent by the scene. The guttural roars of the beast—normally a symbol of terror—now sounded like cries of defeat. The shock buzzed through their minds, leaving only a dull, echoing hum.
The Hidden Mist had long been ruled under the brutal Blood Mist Policy. And while their methods were cruel, one fundamental truth had always been clear to them—
Tailed Beasts are the cornerstones of a village's power and security.
But at the same time, those who carried the power of Tailed Beasts—Jinchūriki—could lose control and cause a rampage for any number of reasons.
People might scorn or reject them, but no one ever doubted the sheer destructive power they held.
And now, right in front of everyone's eyes, someone had beaten both the Fourth Mizukage and the Three-Tails at the same time. How could they not be terrified?
"So this… is the power of the Senju?"
Master Genji had already led a group of Mist ninja to a safe distance. Staring at the distant mushroom cloud rising into the sky, he felt utterly numb.
In fact, if he were honest, he was mentally cursing someone out.
Damn it! Just because this isn't your village, you Konoha maniacs think you can go all out without consequences?
Even terrorists don't go this far!
Just thinking about the reconstruction costs made Genji's heart bleed. He seriously suspected that Haruta had done this on purpose.
The heavier the damage, the more leverage Konoha would have in the upcoming "negotiations."
"Elder Genji, what the hell is going on!?"
While Genji was drowning in frustration—half a step away from swearing to wipe out both Konoha and Sunagakure—he suddenly heard shouts behind him.
He turned to see a familiar shark-faced young man being blocked by Aoi and the others. Countless Mist shinobi were watching, tense and confused.
"Let him through, Aoi."
Genji recognized him—Hoshigaki Kisame, a prodigy from the Hoshigaki Clan, an elite ANBU, fiercely loyal to the village.
Seeing the confusion and anger on Kisame's face, Genji knew it was time to speak up. The others were watching too. Some still hadn't received formal orders. He had to clear things up.
"I know everyone's confused. Many of you haven't been briefed yet, so I'll explain what happened tonight."
"We can now confirm—the Fourth Mizukage was under enemy control. Everything we've endured these past few years was because of that!"
"I know it's hard to believe. But think back—what have our policies been these years? What have we been doing?"
"Just look at this! No true Mizukage would ever fight so recklessly within the village. Remember Konoha's Fourth Hokage!"
"What we're doing now… is setting things right."
. . .
While Genji was delivering his impassioned speech, the charred remains of the wooden giant suddenly cracked open—Haruta leapt out from within.
"Tch… never underestimate a Tailed Beast Bomb."
Golden chakra still swirled around him, but Haruta was grumbling under his breath.
He knew how powerful Tailed Beast Bombs were—he had even evolved a variant into the Rasengan, his strongest technique to date.
He had thought with Wood Release defenses, plus the chakra-draining effect on the Three-Tails, the impact could be softened.
Clearly, he underestimated just how far Obito was willing to go. That bastard had practically squeezed the Three-Tails dry in a last-ditch effort to take Haruta down with him.
If not for Haruta's overpowered defenses and Wood Release, any other person would've been vaporized.
Still, the hit had done real damage. The wooden giant's entire arm had been blown clean off, and the Wood Dragon was half-shattered, barely holding together.
"Well, not unexpected. After all, this thing is only Level 7… and it's being forced out using [Yang Release: Chakra Mode]. Of course it can't compare to Hashirama."
Haruta wasn't too bothered. It was just a jutsu—easily fixable.
Besides, the fight with Uchiha Obito seemed to be over... for now.
"Now let's see if you'll make a move."
Lifting his head to glance at the sky, Haruta landed lightly on the ground and walked toward the Fourth Mizukage.
The man looked absolutely wrecked—his body covered in wounds, his small frame making the injuries look even more pitiful.
But just as Haruta approached, Yagura's eyes snapped open!
His dull gaze suddenly regained clarity. The once-vacant expression twisted—anger, humiliation, shame… all surged onto his face.
His cheeks flushed red from fury. Anyone could see—he was pissed.
"Recovered already?"
Haruta raised an eyebrow and rubbed his chin.
"Strange. I don't recall dispelling your genjutsu yet."
"That guy… in trying to maximize the use of Isobu and my chakra, lost grip on the control."
Yagura's face was full of pain. But Haruta instantly understood.
Obito had pushed too hard, draining every drop of power Yagura had—and it had strained even his Mangekyō Sharingan. The genjutsu lost stability.
Mangekyō abilities always had limits. Unless it was the Eternal Mangekyō, there was no real way to sustain it indefinitely.
Obito hadn't reached that level yet. Sure, he had White Zetsu cells to help restore eye power, but even that couldn't save him under constant overuse.
Eventually, the illusion broke—just enough for Yagura, a Jinchūriki and Mizukage, to break free.
"I see."
Haruta nodded, then asked curiously, "So it was Obito who controlled you? You must've overheard some of their conversations, right?"
"Uchiha Obito?"
Yagura clenched his fists, fury returning. After a moment, he shook his head.
"I don't know his real name. He wore a mask. But yes—he was definitely an Uchiha."
"That's enough."
Haruta gave a satisfied nod.
Looking at the pale-faced "kid" in front of him, Haruta smirked and asked, "So, little guy, things have reached this point. Controlled or not, you know what's coming, right?"
"Little guy, my ass! I've got a son already!"
Yagura glared at him, enraged. He might look young, but his real age was anyone's guess. One thing was certain—he was a full-grown man.
Haruta's jab hit a sore spot. Add to that the humiliation of being manipulated for years, and Yagura was fuming.
Still, after a moment, he raised his head and looked Haruta in the eyes—scrutinizing him.
"You're from Konoha, right?"
"Yep."
Haruta nodded. Yagura sighed.
"Thanks. I know your intentions weren't entirely noble, but the fact remains… you saved me."
"Judging by what you've said… it seems you've struck a deal with someone already. Am I right?"
"Oh?"
Haruta raised an eyebrow. This guy was sharp.
"Yeah, we've talked terms. I'm curious—what's your take on it?"
"Does my opinion matter?"
Yagura's expression twisted again. He was in agony.
"I'm guessing my fate is either to 'atone with my life'... or quietly vanish alongside you all, right?"
Haruta nodded silently. Despite being controlled for years, Yagura's mind hadn't dulled at all.
In the original timeline, Haruta remembered, it was Ao who used his Byakugan to break the genjutsu. Afterward, Yagura died quietly—without explanation.
That left the Hidden Mist without a Mizukage for years. The scandal was too big, the damage too deep.
Whether he was assassinated by higher-ups or chose to end his own life—either way, he disappeared.
One theory was that the higher-ups agreed he couldn't remain Mizukage—a symbol of shame best erased from history.
The other was simple guilt, depression, and a desire to pay for his sins.
It wouldn't be the first time. Even Kakashi's father, the legendary White Fang, took his own life under pressure.
Though whether those kinds of deaths were truly "self-inflicted"... was always questionable.
After all, a Kage—leader of an entire village—had become a puppet, dragging Mist into chaos.
He had not only destroyed his own reputation but cost the village countless lives.
Entire bloodline clans massacred. Innocent students slaughtered in the academy. The economic collapse from isolation…
There was a lot to answer for.
If he stayed, death was inevitable.
But this time, the situation was different.
Now, there was someone willing to accept this "political refugee." The Third Hokage hadn't officially approved it yet, but Jiraiya—his student—had.
As team captain, Jiraiya had that authority.
So why would Yagura stay in the village that had become his cage?
"You're right. You're probably heading back to Konoha with us."
Haruta smiled, but his eyes shifted upward toward the sky.
"But don't worry—I don't think Konoha will treat you badly. Though before that…"
"Before that?"
Yagura looked up in confusion—only to see a shadow slicing through the smoke and mist, slamming hard into the ground.
"Another enemy?!"
His fists clenched again. He was absolutely livid now.
Seriously? How bad has Mist gotten that just anyone can waltz in like this?
What did I do to deserve this hell?!
"…Yahiko?"
Haruta narrowed his eyes, then chuckled. But quickly, he shook his head.
"No... more like Nagato. I already asked Captain Jiraiya. I've figured a few things out."
"Is that so?"
Nagato nodded. He neither confirmed nor denied it, but his gaze slid to the side—toward Yagura.
Haruta immediately understood what that meant, though he couldn't help feeling a little weird.
The last time they met, Nagato didn't seem that eager to fight. And even now, the first thing out of his mouth was some cryptic nonsense.
What's this guy playing at?
Could it be…
"Is this guy trying to recruit me?"
The idea had crossed Haruta's mind before. But now, it felt way more likely.
Nagato's behavior just didn't make sense otherwise.
But whatever he was planning, one thing was certain—Yagura shouldn't be here.
Whether it turned into a fight, or Nagato said something crazy—Yagura hearing it would only complicate things.
And in his current state, he probably couldn't protect himself anyway.
"Time to go."
Haruta calmly stepped forward, placing himself between Nagato and Yagura.
"You can't help here. Don't get in the way. Head south."
Yagura looked at Haruta, then at the strange, expressionless red-haired man.
He wanted to stay—to redeem himself somehow.
Yagura cast one last glance at Haruta, that golden chakra still shimmering around him like a cloak of divinity. It was this man—this monster—who had drained the Three-Tails' chakra dry using Wood Release.
Konoha… Wood Release has reappeared… and now there's another Uchiha who can control me. Is history repeating itself?
He was a Kage. He wasn't ignorant. He had read the records—the tales of Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara.
Unlike the overly prideful Fourth Raikage, Yagura knew well: the founding of Kirigakure had been deeply tied to those two monsters. One tried to reason, the other answered with force. And when reasoning failed, it was Madara who literally blasted them into the sea.
Konoha…
Yagura sighed inwardly. Still, he wasted no time. With one last look, he turned and dashed in the direction Haruta had pointed him toward.
Meanwhile, Haruta stood silently, watching him go. Only when the Fourth Mizukage had run a safe distance did he turn his gaze toward Pain.
"Well then… I suppose it's our turn now."
"Mhm, it is."
Nagato nodded, his gaze locking onto Haruta with calm intensity.
"It's time for us to settle things."
---
Among the ruined wreckage in the distance, Jiraiya staggered out from the remnants of his toad-mouth barrier technique. His robes were tattered, his face covered in soot. The sudden explosion had blindsided all of them—Gamabunta had cursed him up and down before retreating back to Mount Myōboku.
That level of devastation… even Jiraiya hadn't expected it. Thankfully, his own defensive techniques were reliable enough to get him through unscathed.
He owed one to Orochimaru too, strangely enough.
Looking at the three massive torii-shaped gates—his Summoning: Toad Sage Barrier—they now stood broken and twisted, looking more like a three-legged shrine gate. He swallowed hard.
"…Thanks, you damn snake."
He wasn't sure how Orochimaru was faring now. Knowing that guy, though—he probably wasn't dead. Hard to kill that one.
But for now, the nightmare seemed to be over.
"Jiraiya-sama, should we go check it out?"
Kakashi exhaled deeply. He glanced toward the battlefield, then quietly asked.
"Haruta's fight should be over by now, right?"
"Yeah, Jiraiya-sama! Let's go!" Tenzo added quickly. He was dying to see what had happened.
Yugao didn't speak, and Pakura, as an outsider, kept her silence too. Everyone turned toward Jiraiya, waiting for him to decide.
"…Should we go?"
Jiraiya gazed at the thick smoke and swirling chakra still lingering in the air. Part of him wanted to go—but something held him back.
He didn't know what was happening on that side. If they brought the whole team and got caught in trouble, it could be disastrous.
And he couldn't go alone either. Nagato still hadn't moved.
Jiraiya didn't know what Nagato was thinking, but the fact that he hadn't struck yet was ominous.
And if he moved now, Nagato might coordinate with Orochimaru to strike at the others—Kakashi, Yugao… That would be game over.
Without realizing it, Jiraiya had already started to treat Haruta as someone on his own level, or possibly even more dangerous.
He wasn't too worried about Haruta's safety.
But Kakashi and the others… that was a different story.
"We—"
Just as Jiraiya was about to speak, Pakura pointed ahead.
"Someone's coming. Be on guard!"
Jiraiya snapped his head up, inwardly cursing himself for getting distracted at a time like this.
Focus, dammit. This is no time to space out.
"…Hmm?"
As the silhouette drew closer, he suddenly realized—
It was the Fourth Mizukage!
"Defensive formation!"
Jiraiya shouted, but then noticed something odd—the Mizukage looked too weak.
His chakra was nearly gone, like he'd been drained completely. He was running fast, but his condition was a mess.
"…Jiraiya?"
Yagura spotted them, visibly surprised—but quickly shook it off and offered a tired smile.
"Konoha really went all out, huh? One of the Legendary Sannin… and a Senju with awakened Wood Release. You've been planning this for a while, haven't you?"
"…"
Jiraiya opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out. He wanted to say we didn't plan anything—most of this had been improvised by Haruta on the fly.
But he couldn't find the words.
Fortunately, he remembered something else and quickly asked, his tone serious:
"You're free of the control? What about Haruta?"
"That rude brat is called Haruta, huh?"
Yagura raised an eyebrow, then nodded.
"For now, he seems fine. But your Konoha sure is impressive—letting a guy like that become a rogue ninja, and then turning him loose on the Mist!"
He knew what fate awaited him, but he was still the Fourth Mizukage. And thinking about how another Konoha ninja, Uchiha Obito, had done this to his village—it burned him up inside.
He wouldn't say much to Haruta directly, but Jiraiya? He could still vent a little.
"Whatever needs to be said can wait until we return to Konoha," Jiraiya muttered. He glanced at Yugao, whose eyes were full of concern.
"So where's Haruta? Why isn't he here yet? Don't tell me…"
"Oh, he's got another fight on his hands," Yagura said with a grimace. He clenched his fists at the memory of his own pathetic retreat.
"That guy… apparently he has something to do with you. Calls himself Nagato."
"…Nagato."
The moment the name dropped, Jiraiya's pupils contracted—and at the same time, a terrifying wave of chakra exploded from the distant battlefield.
They all looked up.
A golden blur streaked across the sky.
It was Haruta—still fighting, somewhere deep in the fog and ash.
...
"What the hell is wrong with you? Ever heard of talking first?!"
High above the battlefield, Pain's expression darkened.
He had approached Haruta for a conversation, not a brawl. But Haruta hadn't even let him speak—he'd launched the first strike without hesitation.
Again.
Nagato couldn't believe it. Haruta could guess so many of his thoughts—so why the hell couldn't he understand this?
Haruta's voice echoed through the explosive shockwaves between them, calm and cold.
"I can guess what you're thinking. What I'm curious about… is why."
Another blow struck. Pain's body shuddered mid-air.
Even with the sonic booms, he heard Haruta clearly.
"You're smarter than this. Why would someone like you fall for Danzo's petty tricks? Couldn't you see what he was up to?"
Boom!
Another punch.
The night sky lit up again, golden energy arcing like lightning. The sheer pressure of Haruta's fists twisted the very air.
"…Idiot."
Haruta surged forward, smile thin.
"I told you before—what I'm doing, people like you can't understand."
"What do you mean?"
Pain weaved through the strikes, returning blows of his own. The fight looked explosive, but neither side was fully committing. They were both—testing.
Nagato squinted, genuinely puzzled by Haruta's words—but he was willing to listen.
"It's simple," Haruta said with a grin, dodging another attack. "You can't even solve your own mess. Why would I ever work with you?"
He wasn't interested in their talk of "recruitment" or "revolution." That was a one-way ticket to a mysterious and very ugly death.
He was a proud Konoha public servant, with the face of a "Senju descendant" and all the privilege that came with it.
He had a bright future.
Especially with the Uchiha facing increasing pressure. Next year, they'd probably take action—and Haruta's "inheritance" would be up for grabs.
There was no way he'd throw all that away to go slumming it with Akatsuki.
"Cooperation, huh…"
In his underground hideout, Nagato raised an eyebrow. The battlefield above was chaos, but his actual base was untouched.
"Sure, outsourcing to you wouldn't be the worst thing. But your side has too many problems."
Haruta didn't care what Nagato thought.
While keeping the showy battle going, he scoffed quietly:
"That Uchiha Obito… he's definitely operating under another identity in Akatsuki, right? I was only speculating before—but now I'm sure."
"He's not a problem."
Nagato snorted. But even he knew he was bluffing.
"Not a problem?"
Haruta's sneer deepened.
"That space-time jutsu of his, plus the way he controls Jinchūriki—you think that's not a problem?
If I were you, I'd never sleep again. Who knows when he'll just warp into your room and stab you in your sleep?
Even if he doesn't go after you, what about your friends? What about Konan?"
"Shut your mouth!"
Nagato's expression twisted.
Konan—she was his bottom line. His one vow: he'd protect her no matter what.
"Oh? You just revealed another weakness."
Haruta chuckled, weaving through an attack.
"Even if he doesn't hurt her, he could cast a genjutsu—make her kill you in your sleep.
Don't think I'm exaggerating. People will do anything for their goals. And you and I? We've both lived through that."
"You—!"
Nagato's focus wavered—for just a second.
It was all Haruta needed.
Boom—!
A thunderous shockwave erupted.
The force of Haruta's punch created a visible arc of compressed air around Pain—slamming him into the ground like a human missile.
Pain hit the earth with an earth-shattering crash, stones flying in every direction.
Then—he stood up again.
With a roar, the ground beneath him exploded, and he charged at Haruta once more.
...
"What kind of fight is this…"
"Is this… even humanly possible…?"
The Mist ninja below could only stare, slack-jawed.
Even if Haruta and Nagato were holding back, the sheer scale of their clash was unbelievable.
A battle in the sky, fought with such power—it felt like watching gods at war.
Some of the more experienced shinobi began to notice… something wasn't quite right.
The fight looked intense…
But neither side was landing real damage.
But the moment Pain's body was slammed hard into the ground, the earth itself trembled slightly. The Mist shinobi watching from afar couldn't help but gulp. This wasn't a mock fight—this was raw power, and it was very real.
"What do you mean by that?!"
Nagato controlled Pain to float back into the air, eyes locked fiercely on Haruta. But the vessel's expressionless face couldn't convey the sheer rage building within him.
"It's simple."
Haruta didn't stop. He closed the distance again, fists flying with precision and power.
"The two people closest to me were forced into killing each other. I'd guess you've been through something similar, right? And this body you're using… is probably someone you had to kill with your own hands."
"…!"
Nagato's face twisted in discomfort, but Haruta didn't let up.
"Don't be surprised I guessed. Lord Danzo's Root Division teaches that scenario as a training case.
In the ninja world, standard squads are formed in threes. When forced into real bonds, you only need to capture one, then pressure the other two to choose—kill one to save the captive."
"Shut your mouth."
Nagato's entire body trembled. The memories flooded back with agonizing clarity—but Haruta still didn't stop.
"Breaking someone's spirit is easiest when you make them watch their dearest die—or even force them to do it themselves.
That girl Konan… she was probably the one captured. And Yahiko—he must've chosen to die by your hand, right?"
"I SAID SHUT UP!"
Nagato completely snapped. How the hell was Haruta getting all this so accurately?
And then—he caught a specific phrase: "Root's training example…"
"You've met Danzo?"
As if responding directly to his thoughts, Haruta gave a slight nod.
"That's why I said—we're the same. After going through forced betrayal and emotional collapse, it's always the same. One dies, the other breaks—and if they survive, suicide's often the next step.
But here's the difference between us: I can read you like an open book. You, though—you have no idea what I'm thinking."
Haruta's voice grew colder.
"You blame the world. And maybe you're right. Maybe it does need to change.
But do you even have a real political vision? A detailed plan? A structure for reform?
No—you're just trying to use fear as a blunt instrument."
"Uchiha Obito's goal? Let me guess—Tailed Beasts. That's what he used to fool you, right?"
Nagato's mind was ringing.
Haruta's words crashed down like thunder. Political vision? Reform plan?
He'd… never really thought about those things.
And now Haruta had even deduced the truth about the Tailed Beasts.
Who the hell was this guy?!
"Do yourself a favor, Nagato. I'm only fighting you here so Obito doesn't overhear us. That guy isn't simple."
Haruta's words weren't just for show—they carried weight, knowledge, and a dangerous kind of confidence.
"You're just a pawn in Uchiha Obito's game. Even if you don't want to admit it, that's what you are.
So why should I cooperate with you?"
Haruta narrowed his eyes.
"This fight's over. I'll report back to my village. I'll mention some things… but not everything. Just enough to leave the door open.
You should be grateful, honestly—I didn't wipe you all out."
Cooperation?
Nagato's thoughts jolted.
Wait—I came here to recruit him. How did this turn into "cooperation"?
He'd been completely thrown off course by Haruta's flow of words.
And then—Haruta's tone dipped into something sharper.
"You don't believe me?"
He chuckled softly—and the next line made Nagato's expression freeze.
"Must be hard hiding in the Land of Rain, huh? Hanzo's probably dead now, and I bet you control the whole country.
So what happens if I tell Konoha exactly where to find you? Without Hanzo or a Rain-nin army to back you up, how long can you hold out?"
...
The chaotic night finally gave way to dawn.
Gentle sunlight began to rise over the sea surrounding the Land of Water.
Golden rays pierced the thick, lingering fog of Kirigakure, casting light across the battered village—and for the first time in a long while, there was a fragile sense of renewal.
For most Mist shinobi, the events of the previous night had been nothing short of a nightmare.
They thought it was a rebellion.
Then they were told it was a "purge."
Then they witnessed the Three-Tails fighting a wooden giant—devastating power flattening half the village.
And finally—they saw two superhuman figures waging war in the sky.
But what crushed them the most…
Was realizing their Fourth Mizukage had been controlled this whole time.
At first, no one believed it. But after that night?
They had to accept it.
As more Mist shinobi returned to the village and the news spread, an uproar exploded.
Some were red-faced with shame. Others cursed and screamed in rage.
But eventually… everyone fell silent.
Awkward. Bitter. Quiet.
...
On a grassy slope just outside the ruined village, Master Genji stared at Haruta and the others, his expression weary.
"It's time for you to leave."
He sounded more tired than angry.
"I've arranged for the Sunagakure delegation to withdraw. They'll be waiting for you in a nearby forest. We'll follow up on negotiations shortly—it won't take long."
After speaking, Genji looked toward Haruta, Jiraiya, and the Konoha team.
If it were up to him, he never would've admitted to the world that the Fourth Mizukage had been under enemy control.
He knew exactly what kind of damage that would do to the Mist's image.
But he also knew Haruta and the Konoha group weren't about to take the blame for "kidnapping" a Kage or "wrecking" Kirigakure.
And frankly—the people needed something to blame. Civilians, ninja, bloodline clans—even the higher-ups.
So Genji had no choice.
"Well then, thank you for your hospitality. We'll take our leave," Jiraiya said quickly, clearly eager to get out.
Looking at the wreckage of half the village, staying here gave him serious anxiety.
Who knew when the Mist ninja might snap and try something crazy?
"However, about the Fourth Mizukage… we need to talk."
Genji raised his head again.
"It's true—he can't stay in the Land of Water. We've already agreed on that.
But… he still has something in him we need to address.
We can ignore the Three-Tails itself, but it does belong to us. When we continue negotiations, we'll expect a clear answer from your side."
Genji wasn't being unreasonable.
He'd agreed to hand over the Fourth Mizukage, yes—but it wasn't just for the sake of peace.
He'd considered the possibility that Haruta and the others might have killed Yagura during the chaos.
Even if he survived, they could still negotiate.
After all, someone had manipulated a Kage. Konoha needed to think long and hard about what that meant—especially in light of the Nine-Tails incident.
And truthfully—this wasn't even the first time the Mist had "lost" the Three-Tails.
Years ago, they'd sealed it into a little girl and sent her to attack Konoha. Everyone knew the village's sealing arts were unmatched. They'd never expected to get it back.
So this situation… wasn't unprecedented.
And besides—Yagura, along with the Three-Tails, was now a bargaining chip.
After suffering so much, Genji wasn't above using this to give Konoha some pain of its own.
"We'll report it to the village. What happens next… is above my pay grade," Jiraiya muttered, rubbing his forehead.
He was exhausted.
They were really… just going to take the Three-Tails and the Fourth Mizukage back to Konoha?
At first, it had seemed like a good idea—helping the Mist, protecting peace. Now, though? The implications were massive.
What would the other villages think?
Konoha already had the Nine-Tails. Now, they'd have the Three-Tails too?
What would happen to the balance of power in the ninja world?
His thoughts were spinning—and he realized this whole mess was about to become his teacher's problem.
"…Tch! I knew nothing good ever comes from working with you."
Jiraiya shot Haruta a bitter glare.
But Haruta?
Haruta just smiled.
What Jiraiya didn't see… was the flicker of excitement in his eyes.
His system had updated.
[Hidden Mission Completed: Expose Uchiha Obito's Identity (5)]
[Mission Rating: SS]
[Free Points Earned: 12]
[Special Reward Unlocked: Son of Kaguya]