Young Master, Please Become Hokage

[The fallen leaves return to their roots... the true Will of Fire!]

A system prompt suddenly popped up on his right retina.

In the pitch-black underground, this line of text was incredibly conspicuous.

[Will of Fire System... Loading new function!]

[Loading successful!]

[Night Vision Module... Activated!]

The darkness before his eyes suddenly vanished.

In his right eye's field of vision, everything suddenly became incredibly clear, as if it were daytime.

"Interesting."

Akira Sarutobi had a feeling that this Will of Fire System, while called a system, seemed more like... a piece of hyper-advanced technology.

"Then..."

Buzz!

As all the runes on the stone coffin flashed slightly, the dark curse script suddenly disappeared, and the barrier trap on this stone coffin was thus lifted.

Meanwhile, while Ino Yamanaka was still sensing, she discovered that the Young Master had already moved away from the side of the stone coffin and turned to walk outside.

In the pitch-black scene, the Young Master seemed to be walking in broad daylight, directly passing the entrance of the tomb chamber and heading outside.

"Young Master?"

It wasn't just this tomb chamber that had fallen into darkness, but the corridor outside as well.

The ninjas in the blood mist, enveloped in darkness, were completely unaware of the approaching danger.

Just as they were about to light the torches they carried, a shadowy figure had already silently appeared before them.

A glance swept over them.

The night vision capability of his right eye clearly observed the number of enemies present.

It was like a thermal imager, with different objects and creatures emitting different amounts of heat.

Even the little mouse cowering in the corner emitted rainbow-colored heat signatures in Akira Sarutobi's vision.

"One, two, three..."

In the narrow underground passage, Akira Sarutobi's voice rang out.

"?!"

The Kirigakure ninjas, who were fumbling for their torches, felt their hair stand on end. Before they could react, Akira Sarutobi's right fist shot out like an enraged dragon.

With a loud bang, the ninja in the blood mist who bore the brunt of the attack was sent flying with a single punch.

However, the expected scene of flesh exploding did not occur.

With my current strength, a casual punch could blow open the chest of an ordinary Chunin... As expected of ninjas from the blood mist, their individual overall quality far surpasses enemies from smaller ninja villages like the Sky Hidden Village...

Akira Sarutobi's mind raced with lightning speed. He stomped his foot, and this time... he held nothing back.

With his full power unleashed, Akira Sarutobi's right arm made a series of cracking sounds.

His muscles suddenly bulged, tensing to the extreme.

The targets of his attacks were no longer the chest or other areas, but... directly aimed at the temples!

Like a massive iron hammer, a swinging blow fiercely landed on the side of the next person's head.

The power of this punch was so immense that even a cubic meter of rock would have been pulverized.

And a rock with a diameter of one meter falling from a height of about six to ten meters would be enough to kill an ordinary Chunin.

Then, with a bang.

The enemy's facial features twitched, their eyes rolled, blood flowed from their seven orifices, and their entire body was sent flying sideways as if struck in the brain by a speeding bullet.

"!!"

However, the death of their comrade only further ignited the brutal nature of the remaining blood mist ninjas.

They had already taken advantage of the chaos to light their torches and stuck them into the cracks in the wall, their flames instantly illuminating the entire passage.

Then, they all gripped their blades.

Akira Sarutobi retreated at a leisurely pace, simultaneously forming hand seals.

"Water Style... Water Turbulent Wave!"

The most basic Water Style jutsu, the C-Rank Water Turbulent Wave, had no killing power.

It was a fundamental jutsu that every Water Style ninja had to practice.

Normally, this jutsu was only used for practice, training, at most for extinguishing fires, or for auxiliary purposes like activating certain mechanisms.

However, this seemingly harmless jutsu directly extinguished the torches on the wall.

As the passage plunged back into darkness, the underground once again became Akira Sarutobi's domain...

Chapter 12: Seven Ninja Swordsmen - Ringo Ameyuri!

Normally, regular ninja do not possess night vision.

Only ninja families with ocular jutsu capable of directly perceiving the flow of chakra within the human body… like the Uchiha's Sharingan, or the Hyuga's Byakugan… can remain calm in such situations.

And now, there's the added presence of Akira Sarutobi.

With the thermal imaging and night vision capabilities of his right eye, consecutive explosions and shouts echoed through the passage.

Leveraging his astonishing physical prowess and taijutsu skills, Akira Sarutobi quickly eliminated more than half of the enemies.

After all, his side could see everything clearly, while the enemies trapped in darkness were no different from the blind. The outcome was quite obvious.

"Konoha Great Whirlwind!"

Akira Sarutobi leaped into the air, sweeping his leg horizontally like an autumn wind scattering fallen leaves, striking the temples of three enemies in succession.

With full-power attacks, he took down the last three opponents.

Immediately after, Akira Sarutobi retreated.

"Hoo… hoo…"

Performing taijutsu at full power continuously is extremely draining on stamina.

Akira Sarutobi was no exception.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, and soon after, Akira Sarutobi had already retreated back into the tomb.

Meanwhile, Shirakumo Hayama had just lit a torch and hadn't even reacted when Akira Sarutobi began collecting the remains.

After sealing Dan Katō's bones into a portable scroll using a storage sealing jutsu, Akira Sarutobi turned around again.

"Let's go!"

With his night vision that feared no darkness, it was only a matter of time before Akira Sarutobi navigated freely through the underground and escaped.

When Shirakumo Hayama finally saw the ground covered in corpses, his eyes widened in surprise. "These guys from the Mist… were they all defeated by Young Master Akira Sarutobi?"

He recalled the sounds of fighting and low shouts from the tomb just moments ago. In such a short time, Young Master Akira Sarutobi had dealt with everyone.

As expected of the Third Hokage's son, a true testament to his father's legacy.

Just then, Ino Yamanaka suddenly stopped, sensed for a moment, and immediately shouted, "Young Master! Enemies from the Mist in other areas are rushing this way from various other passages!"

It was clear that the enemy also had sensory ninja who could clearly perceive what was happening here.

At this moment, all the Kirigakure ninja blocking the other passages had received the news and were preparing to completely surround them.

"About how many?"

Akira Sarutobi asked, quickening his pace without looking back.

Ino Yamanaka: "Six, twelve… and eighteen more!"

"Eighteen people, huh…"

He recalled the six Kirigakure ninja who had died here.

This meant the enemy had divided into four teams of six, with an original total of twenty-four people.

"What are the chances of getting out?"

Akira Sarutobi increased his pace again.

Ino Yamanaka: "In the best-case scenario, we'll run into one of the groups."

"Then it's settled."

Akira Sarutobi signaled for everyone to follow and began to sprint at full speed.

Not long after, the group saw daylight again, emerging from underground onto the surface.

As soon as they stepped out, they found eight Kirigakure ninja with hostile gazes, looking at them with bloodthirsty expressions.

The female ninja leading them was short, with reddish-brown hair styled into a prominent twin-bun shape, resembling rabbit ears pointing upwards.

Even more striking were the two fang-like blades she carried on her back.

Shirakumo Hayama's pupils constricted, and he blurted out, "One of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen… the wielder of the Thunder Sword Fang… the Kirigakure genius girl, Ringo Ameyuri!"

The name of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen was renowned throughout the Shinobi World.

Within Kirigakure, their combat power was considered top-tier.

Perhaps only the Mizukage, the two Jinchuriki, the clan heads of the major Kekkei Genkai families… and other special individuals could contend with them.

Encountering the most formidable among them during a Jonin assessment mission, Shirakumo Hayama's expression immediately turned extremely serious.

As the youngest ninja among the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, and a later addition, Ringo Ameyuri was known as a genius girl.

But this did not diminish her strength in the slightest.

It was rumored that she was the most powerful wielder of the Thunder Sword Fang in history, surpassing any previous owner of the blade.

What was more interesting was...

"Oh? Isn't this the Third Hokage's son... Young Master Akira Sarutobi?"

Ringo Ameyuri sized up the group, her gaze finally settling on Akira Sarutobi.

On his forehead was, naturally, the Konoha forehead protector.

A whirlpool pattern was drawn on the back of his ninja uniform, a tribute from Konoha to their Uzumaki allies.

The clan crest printed on his sleeve confirmed his affiliation with the Sarutobi Clan, Akira Sarutobi.

And his very handsome face, which bore a strong resemblance to Hiruzen Sarutobi in his youth, completely confirmed Ringo Ameyuri's identification.

As a peer of the same age as Akira Sarutobi and Minato Namikaze.

Ringo Ameyuri's name echoed through Kirigakure as a prodigy.

The Shinobi World was never lacking in geniuses.

Talents emerged from every ninja village, like stars in a brilliant night sky.

Upon first meeting Akira Sarutobi, Ringo Ameyuri's tone held a hint of mockery.

This was because she had seen too many disappointing second-generation ninjas.

Although the saying "dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes, and a mouse's son knows how to dig holes" and the theory of bloodlines were popular in this world.

There were indeed some second-generation ninjas who were looked down upon, failing to inherit the qualifications of the previous generation... or even their character.

This was something to be criticized.

In Ringo Ameyuri's opinion, among her peers, only the Golden Flash was truly famous.