Sarutobi Hiruzen Got Wet

"The Hokage should be Namikaze Mirai? What kind of joke is that?! Even if Sarutobi Hiruzen truly steps down, the Hokage position should be mine!"

Danzo bristled, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

He glared at Namikaze Mirai, eyes red.

Namikaze Mirai had crossed his absolute bottom line, a line he would never concede!

The Konoha higher-ups in the conference room sensed the sudden heavy atmosphere and their expressions stiffened.

This was a topic that couldn't even be touched!

Sarutobi Hiruzen's face turned ashen. If before, Namikaze Mirai had merely been humiliating him, then those last words were undoubtedly a harsh slap to his face.

Facing the angry gazes of Sarutobi Hiruzen and Danzo, Namikaze Mirai suddenly calmed down and spoke in a gentle tone.

"At least if my brother were here, he wouldn't let Konoha suffer such humiliation."

Namikaze Mirai's brother? The Fourth Hokage, the Yellow Flash? Minato's approachable and infectious smile appeared in their minds, and the many ninja in the conference room fell silent in unison.

Minato's death was a huge loss for Konoha.

It was precisely because of his death that Konoha's strength had declined to its current low point.

Suddenly, they couldn't help but wonder.

If Sarutobi Hiruzen had been the one to use the Reaper Death Seal back then, what would Konoha be like now?

This thought startled them! Satisfy the Raikage? The Raikage would be begging Konoha for forgiveness!

The Fourth Raikage had clashed with the Yellow Flash many times during the Third Great Ninja War but had never won.

His best result was merely a draw.

It could be said that during the Third Great Ninja War, Namikaze Minato had stepped on the Fourth Raikage to achieve the Yellow Flash's renown! In an instant, emotions like reminiscence, regret, and sorrow spread through the conference room…

In this atmosphere, Namikaze Mirai calmly surveyed the ninja around the conference table.

"The Fourth Raikage is merely a defeated opponent of my brother's."

"To appease him by sacrificing the life of Hiashi Clan Head's younger brother… I cannot condone such subservience. If he truly insists on causing trouble…"

"My brother isn't here, so I will protect Konoha!"

Silence.

The conference room was extraordinarily quiet.

Some ninja who had witnessed Namikaze Minato's brilliance in the past looked at Mirai's face, which bore a seven or eight-tenths resemblance to Minato's, and their eyes welled up and turned red.

In a trance, the faces of the two seemed to overlap.

Minato's younger brother.

Just like his brother, his heart was set on Konoha! Although Minato was gone, his younger brother had inherited his will.

To have these two brothers is Konoha's good fortune!

Sarutobi Hiruzen's wrinkled old face became incredibly grim as he sensed the special emotions suddenly permeating the conference room.

He stared at Namikaze Mirai's youthful face, deep apprehension welling up in his eyes.

He had underestimated the political legacy Minato left behind! Minato, who had only been Hokage for a year, still held such great influence among the higher-ups.

This influence and admiration had been completely absorbed by Namikaze Mirai's words just now.

At this moment, he was not merely a ninja named Namikaze Mirai.

He was the Fourth Hokage's younger brother, the Yellow Flash's last glory!

"Third Hokage, everything has been said. If there's nothing else, please excuse me; I'll take my leave."

Namikaze Mirai stood up and left directly!

He had made his point very clear.

Weakness was not his style! He couldn't bring himself to exchange Hizashi's death for the Raikage's understanding!

If the Raikage wanted war! Then war it would be! The one who feared war had always been Sarutobi Hiruzen, not him!

Staring at Namikaze Mirai's departing back, Sarutobi Hiruzen's hand, hidden beneath the Hokage's desk, trembled as he clenched his fist.

For the first time in his life.

He was drenched.

His back was covered in cold sweat.

His palms were also slick with perspiration.

This was a ninja even more terrifying than Minato.

He was young, powerful, and ambitious! He had skill, courage, and understood political maneuvering.

Such an enemy had now almost openly declared that he had set his sights on the Hokage position.

How could this not make him uneasy?

Uchiha Setsuna, seated at the other end of the conference table, watched Namikaze Mirai's departing back with eyes that were murky yet sharp as a hawk's.

But unlike Sarutobi Hiruzen's apprehension, he showed his appreciation and admiration almost without reservation.

If the Uchiha could gain this person's help, they would surely achieve great things.

Namikaze Mirai is the future of the entire Uchiha clan.

Leaving the Hokage Office, Namikaze Mirai, who was about to head back, suddenly felt his eyes subtly shift, glancing imperceptibly towards a hidden spot.

Interesting.

A mocking smirk flashed across his face.

He quickly reverted to his previously composed demeanor and began to retrace his steps.

However, at several key intersections, he turned in a different direction.

As he walked, the deviation from his original path grew larger.

Until he reached a sparsely populated alleyway.

"You've been following me for so long, isn't it time you came out?"

Without turning, his back to the empty alley, Namikaze Mirai's calm voice held a hint of disdain.

There was no response.

Only silence.

"Do I have to call out your name for you to appear?"

Namikaze Mirai let out a chuckle.

"Mr. Aburame Ryoma."

The instant his voice fell, dozens of meters away, a seemingly casually passing pedestrian's body trembled. Shock, surprise, confusion… a series of bewildered emotions flooded his eyes.

He stared at Namikaze Mirai, his voice dry.

"Why? My Transformation Jutsu is very special, I used insects to conceal my Chakra. You shouldn't have discovered me!"

This was his proud Secret Technique.

A skill he had painstakingly researched to complete Danzo-sama's mission.

Even Root members proficient in Sensory Ninjutsu found it difficult to see through his disguise.

And yet, Namikaze Mirai had discovered him so easily?

Where did I go wrong?

Sensing the other party's confusion, Namikaze Mirai chuckled softly.

"Your Biological Magnetic Field betrayed you."

"Biological Magnetic Field?"

Hearing this unfamiliar and obscure term, Aburame Ryoma's confusion deepened.

"Everyone's Biological Magnetic Field is unique. It's like a special form of identification, unnoticed by others, yet truly present."

"The first time I sensed your Biological Magnetic Field was when I returned to the village and went to the Hokage Office. You were guarding Danzo and stared at me warily."

"The second time I sensed your Biological Magnetic Field was during the meeting in the Hokage Office just now. You were lurking outside a window on the third floor."

"This is the third time I've sensed your Biological Magnetic Field."

Namikaze Mirai looked at the unremarkable young man at the intersection, a hint of admiration in his voice.

"To be honest, your Transformation Jutsu is quite profound. Not many in Konoha could see through your disguise."

"It's a pity you ran into me. Transformation Jutsu has no effect on me."