Will of Fire Zealot?

My Struggle.

This book appeared to contain only three sections: My Family, At the Ninja Academy, and On the Ninja Battlefield.

But woven throughout were the customs and local color of many countries, along with some interesting stories. At first glance, it was simply a realistic novel filled with bonds.

Yet this was only the beginning of the setup. As his power gradually grew stronger, the later chapters would continuously reveal his ambitions.

And the shinobi who had read these books had long since been deeply drawn in.

To sum it up in these words: at first, they did not understand the meaning within the book; upon reading it again, they had become people within its pages.

"Brat, is this the book you wrote?"

Tsunade stood to the side, looking bored as she held a red book in her hand. She had read it from the very beginning, when she started investigating this brat's intelligence.

"Tch, it's only a little better than that old pervert Jiraiya."

Different people drew different insights from this book.

For example, after reading it, Jiraiya believed the entire work revolved around precious companions—Bonds. He believed it had been written by someone who embodied the Will of Fire.

But in Tsunade's eyes, it was only slightly better than the occasional pornographic passages Jiraiya inserted into his work. It was merely childish, though that did not mean the book itself was bad.

Rather, because of the rift between the Senju Clan and the village, Tsunade believed that Uchiha Yoru had simply never experienced the village's darkness before. It was nothing more than an immature work born of inexperience.

Orochimaru, however, was different. What he saw was vision!

At such a young age, Yoru's vision was no longer limited to Konoha alone, but encompassed the entire Shinobi World.

However!

When he saw Uchiha Yoru's innocent smile, Orochimaru let out a hoarse laugh. At such a simple age, Yoru still lacked an understanding of darkness. Perhaps he would not think this way in the future.

"Yoru, thank you for your generosity. I believe you need this Ninjutsu Scroll."

After completing the examination, Orochimaru's throat suddenly bulged. Amid a bout of dry heaving, a dark green scroll slowly emerged.

Yoru showed no disgust toward the scroll covered in mucus. Instead, he opened it curiously, and the moment he saw its contents, delight appeared on his face.

"Thank you, Lord Orochimaru."

With his clan behind him, he naturally lacked no Ninjutsu. But what Orochimaru had given him were techniques for using those Ninjutsu: how to conserve Chakra, and how to mobilize Chakra under different circumstances.

It could be said that if he fully mastered this scroll, a single Ninjutsu could save ten to twenty percent of its Chakra while increasing its power by ten to twenty percent.

"Heh heh, Yoru, I look forward to seeing how this wind of yours turns the windmills of the Shinobi World, and how much change it brings."

With a hoarse laugh, the generous Orochimaru slowly left the tent.

Yoru was equally unafraid of the meaningful glint in Orochimaru's eyes as he left. Smiling, he watched him go.

He had merely slipped a little personal agenda into his book. As long as he did not write what came later, who could possibly discover it?

Outside the tent, Orochimaru wore an interested expression as he murmured to himself:

"Yoru, some talents are inborn. Perhaps you have not noticed it yet, but once you come to understand the darkness of this Shinobi World, perhaps you will realize that we are the same kind of people."

Beneath Orochimaru's hoarse laughter, he had seen not only Uchiha Yoru's vision, far surpassing everyone else's, but also the same desire he possessed—to pursue the truth of the Shinobi World and explore without end.

If Yoru had been an ordinary person, Orochimaru would have merely sighed in admiration. But Uchiha Yoru possessed both the Sharingan and the Sage's power, two Bloodline Limits. He already had the capital for it; all he lacked was growth.

Inside the tent.

After watching Orochimaru leave, Tsunade snorted irritably.

"Always so cryptic. Brat, don't blame me for not warning you. Orochimaru is very close to Root."

Facing Tsunade's warning, Uchiha Yoru smiled and nodded. Yet as he lowered his head to look at the Ninjutsu Scroll in his hands, a desire called ambition flashed through his eyes.

Sparks had already been scattered throughout the Shinobi World. All he needed was the right opportunity, and he would become the consciousness of those sparks. Then, with one raised arm, he would make that crimson fire burn across the entire Shinobi World!

"Rest assured, Captain Tsunade. I only want to master this power as soon as possible, so I won't keep dragging down the clan and you, Captain..."

As Uchiha Yoru spoke softly with his head lowered, his voice grew quieter and quieter in Tsunade's ears. Seeing him look like an obedient little puppy, she could not help rubbing her forehead in exasperation.

"Nawaki, Nawaki, you really left your sister with quite a problem."

Tsunade was helplessly speechless. The change in this brat's mindset had begun after the Nawaki incident. From that moment on, it was as though he had been burdened with crushing guilt, causing him to abandon all his pride.

But she could not speak carelessly about Nawaki's matter. Especially after seeing the changes in this brat over this period, she felt a complicated sense of guilt.

When Tsunade lowered her head and saw the thin red book in her hand, she could not help feeling secretly annoyed. She decided to send the book to Nawaki, so he would know that there was still a companion constantly blaming himself because of him.

If Uchiha Yoru learned that Tsunade had passed this book into Nawaki's hands, he would probably burst out laughing. He had infiltrated the Senju from within!

Konoha.

Hokage's temporary office building.

"Hiruzen, what the hell is Tsunade doing?! She actually treated an Uchiha's Bloodline Disease!"

Shimura Danzō was furious as he interrogated the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi.

Facing Shimura Danzō's rage, Hiruzen Sarutobi remained calm. He took a deep drag from his pipe, then slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"Cough, cough! Hiruzen! I'm talking to you! What kind of attitude is that?!"

"Open your eyes and take a good look. This Uchiha brat came into contact with the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, then after witnessing a Tailed Beast attack during her previous rampage, he developed an A-rank Ninjutsu without hand seals."

"How can Tsunade allow such a dangerous Uchiha to do whatever he wants?!"

Shimura Danzō spoke furiously. Every point in this intelligence report had touched one of his sensitive nerves.

Treating an Uchiha's Bloodline Disease? And coming into contact with the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki?

He had even created an A-rank Ninjutsu without hand seals?

Looking at the furious Danzo, Hiruzen Sarutobi finally set down his pipe with a few puffs. Raising his head, he looked at Danzo and said calmly:

"The Uchiha have always covered the cost of treating their Bloodline Disease!"

Danzo's eyes widened at that. "So what?! Is that supposed to be the reason? What about coming into contact with the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki?!"

Before Danzo could finish, Hiruzen Sarutobi frowned slightly and waved a hand.

"Danzo, Kushina is not a Jinchuriki yet. And regarding this so-called contact, you need to understand one thing: Uchiha Yoru was preventing Kushina from going berserk."

Having been denied twice in a row, Danzo's face and neck turned red with rage. He slammed the desk and roared:

"Hiruzen! This brat is too dangerous! He created an A-rank Ninjutsu without hand seals at only thirteen!"

"Danzo, I am the Hokage!"

Faced with Danzo's relentless pressure, Hiruzen Sarutobi also showed a hint of anger. If Danzo was so bold, why did he not confront the Uchiha Clan himself?

What time was this? The battlefield in the Land of Rain was so tense, and Danzo wanted to offend the Uchiha over these reasons?

Seeing Hiruzen Sarutobi repeat those same words, Shimura Danzō was so enraged that he left behind one furious sentence before slamming the door and leaving.

"Hiruzen! You will regret this!"

Watching Danzo leave, Hiruzen Sarutobi took another drag from his pipe. Glancing toward the faces carved into Hokage Rock, he let out a long sigh.

"Teacher, perhaps I understand why you did not choose Danzo back then. Winning this war is what matters most right now."

As Hiruzen Sarutobi murmured to himself, he opened the Intelligence Scroll on his desk concerning Uchiha Yoru. It clearly recorded everything from Yoru's birth to his time at the Ninja Academy, even whom he had gotten along poorly with at school and whom he had argued and fought with. Nothing had been omitted.

When he saw all of this information, Hiruzen Sarutobi revealed a thoughtful expression, the pipe in his mouth puffing repeatedly.

"An Eye Awakening because of Nawaki? Was it anger and grief over losing a companion? And he wrote a book called My Struggle, which has been rated as one of the most realistic and passionate bestselling novels of the present day..."

As the Second Hokage's disciple, Hiruzen Sarutobi understood the Uchiha very well. He muttered to himself, then finally narrowed his eyes when he saw the evaluation and analysis of the novel.

"Is he another Kagami?"

The scroll clearly recorded the Intelligence Department's analysis and evaluation of the novel.

A Will of Fire Zealot during his time at the Ninja Academy. Later adapted from his own real experiences, with stories mixed in from what he saw and heard while carrying out missions outside the village.

Evaluation: suspected Will of Fire Zealot.

Seeing that final evaluation, Hiruzen Sarutobi could not help narrowing his eyes. That word "suspected" was probably a label attached solely because of the Uchiha surname.

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