And in the Naruto world, strength came from three things:
...birth
.....teachers
.....bloodline connections
If you lacked those, you had to rely on intimate bonds to inherit anything.....friendship, mentorship, or "Will of Fire" affinity.
But Raizen possessed something beyond all three: his own effort.....and a simple entry system.
The system recorded entries, conditions, effects.
But nothing was free. Each required him to fulfill conditions.
Like this "Art of Speaking"...he had already said at least five insincere lines in front of Fugaku.
Happy to be born an Uchiha?
Was that something to be happy about?
All he felt was pressure.
The night of the massacre…
Two more ninja world wars afterward…
His life was already on countdown.
In a dozen years, Fugaku's own son.....Uchiha Itachi.....would wipe out the entire clan!
"Very good."
Fugaku nodded. Raizen's heartfelt declaration made him much more satisfied.
Such purity of emotion… even some natural-born Uchiha lacked this level of awareness.
He signaled for Raizen to leave.
After Raizen walked out, Uchiha Yadai said to the stern, imposing Fugaku:
"Raizen was found in the Land of Lightning by Yakumi and the others.
He supposedly has some Yotsuki traits. Could he be a planted spy?"
"That remains to be investigated. But his bloodline is definitely Uchiha.
Outsiders who transplant the Sharingan cannot close it, and it places huge strain on the body."
Fugaku shook his head. "Tsunade will come later to examine his Sharingan."
"Fugaku, I'll go arrange things for the child."
Mikoto rose from the tatami inside Nanga Shrine.
She wanted to help Fugaku with whatever she could.
Mikoto was dressed in a full shinobi outfit, the green flak vest layered over her form, the black pants outlining the curve of her thighs the moment she rose to her feet.
Under the dim lantern light, the shadows sharpened her gentle features, giving her expression a quiet depth.
When Fugaku saw that it was Mikoto, his tone immediately softened.
"Alright, then I'll leave it to you."
Between the two of them, feelings existed....unspoken, subtle, but undeniably there.
All they needed was a single moment to break through the last thin layer between them.
To Fugaku, it was only a matter of time.
…
Raizen had barely taken a few steps when he heard someone calling out to him.
Turning back, he saw a gentle-looking woman approaching.
"Mikoto-sama,"
Raizen greeted respectfully.
Though Mikoto often appeared like a typical housewife, the official data book The Book of Formation stated plainly that she was a retired jonin.
And a jonin....even a retired one....was still someone standing among the elite of the shinobi ranks.
"Tsunade of the Sannin will be arriving soon," Mikoto said softly. "I'll bring you back to your room first."
"Alright."
Raizen nodded and followed behind her without speaking further, keeping half a step of respectful distance.
He had already lived among the Uchiha for a month and knew well where his room was.
Yet Mikoto still insisted on guiding him personally.
They walked for a while, turning around a corner, when Mikoto suddenly spoke again:
"The Sharingan is a rare bloodline trait. In the Land of Lightning, I imagine people must have stared at it… treated you as something unusual, right, Raizen?"
She tilted her head slightly, looking down at him.
Before Raizen could answer, Mikoto gave a warm smile.
"And there's no need to call me 'Mikoto-sama.' It sounds too distant. You can call me onee-san. If you ever feel wronged or troubled, you can always come talk to your big sister."
Her voice carried genuine care.
"Mikoto-sa… Mikoto-nee, you're very kind. No one has cared about me like this for a long time,"
Raizen replied with convincing emotion.
He paused, then added softly:
"But actually… no one really did anything to me. They just hadn't seen my red eye before."
[Art of Speaking (White)] silently activated.
Every word sounded sincere.
Yet Raizen's heart remained calm and sharp.
Even now, she's still probing me.
Mikoto might live like a housewife after retiring, but she was still a jonin....
and shinobi were never a profession of pure "justice."
Poisons, spies, assassinations…
These were the true foundations of the
shinobi world.
"I see. That's good, then," Mikoto smiled gently.
Children often exposed information without realizing it.
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