Young Master, Please Become Hokage

It wasn't until Akira Sarutobi's gaze swept over them that the crowd snapped back to reality as if waking from a dream.

As Akira Sarutobi passed by Nonō, his steps halted. "Do you have surgical equipment?"

Nonō was a medical ninja, skilled in medical ninjutsu.

However, many times, medical ninjutsu also required surgical equipment for assistance.

Scalpels, forceps, saws...

These tools could be used to save lives, or... to kill.

Akira Sarutobi intended to borrow the tools to interrogate the person in his grasp.

"Yes..."

Nonō nodded quickly, having completely shed her initial condescension.

She handed a scroll to Akira Sarutobi.

Then, the sound of footsteps echoed as Akira Sarutobi entered the basement, dug out with Earth Style ninjutsu, along with the captured prisoner.

Everyone stared at Akira Sarutobi's disappearing back, their eyes filled with astonishment and respect.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Interrogate Ruthlessly!

This was a pitch-black basement.

It was enclosed by walls and a floor with considerable density.

Earth Style ninjutsu could transform chakra into earth out of thin air, but this phenomenon would only last for a certain period before dissipating and returning to the most basic chakra particles in the world.

However... the earth in the real world, compressed by Earth Style ninjutsu, would always maintain its compacted shape.

Clearly, this was a secret chamber artificially created.

And judging by the uneven surface of the structure, it indicated that someone had previously conducted extremely intense taijutsu training here.

That person... was Akira Sarutobi, the one referred to as Hiruzen Sarutobi's son.

"Heh heh..."

The gorgeous female ninja, bound tightly, curved her lips into a slight arc.

"Today... I suppose I've fallen into your hands... I never expected..."

Slap!

Before she could finish, Akira Sarutobi slapped her across the face.

The blow stunned her.

"Next, I speak, you answer."

Akira Sarutobi casually used Earth Style, and the ground rumbled as a rectangular block of earth rose, transforming into furniture resembling a table.

Unrolling the scroll Nonō had given him, the dim candlelight illuminated the neatly arranged surgical instruments within.

The gleaming array of tools emitted a chilling aura, leaving no doubt as to their sharpness.

"Heh... Since you already know what I've done, you naturally won't consider letting me go. Do you think... I'll tell you the information you want?"

"Oh." Akira Sarutobi responded to her words indifferently. "I've seen plenty of people who would rather die than yield, but every single one of them eventually tells me what I want to know..."

As he spoke, Akira Sarutobi picked up a scalpel and examined it.

It wasn't an act; it was a feeling of... nostalgia.

"It's been a long time... since I've done this."

"Young Master, done what for a long time?"

Ino Yamanaka, who entered the basement shortly after, walked over with great interest.

Clearly, she was intrigued by the interrogation.

"Humans eat chickens, chickens eat worms, ninjas eat everything... the food chain... it's quite interesting~."

Ino Yamanaka walked to Akira Sarutobi's side, looking at him with a beaming smile.

If Akira Sarutobi had only given the impression of coldness, then Ino Yamanaka, with her blonde ponytail, now gave off a chilling, pathological vibe.

It was a disregard for all life, a belief that killing was as natural as drinking water or eating food.

More accurately, it was like a child squatting on the ground, crushing and burning ants one by one, simply because it was amusing.

"Trust me, if I interrogate you, you'll die a little easier."

Akira Sarutobi gazed at her, slowly placing the scalpel to his side.

"Because I need to remind you... her [Ino Yamanaka]'s cousin... is the leader of our Konoha Intelligence Department, Inoichi Yamanaka."

"!"

Upon hearing the name "Inoichi Yamanaka," her composure finally broke.

The Shinobi World had never been short of geniuses.

Just as Minato Namikaze rose to prominence at light speed, Inoichi Yamanaka, only a few years older, became the leader of Konoha's Intelligence Department at a young age.

He was renowned throughout the nations for his exceptional abilities and his terrifyingly effective intelligence gathering.

Facing the Golden Flash might only result in death or capture.

But if one fell into Inoichi Yamanaka's hands, everything inside their mind would be violently extracted.

In severe cases, their brain could be turned into a mess, potentially rendering them an idiot.

As Inoichi Yamanaka's cousin.

Ino Yamanaka not only inherited the Yamanaka Clan's secret techniques and bloodline potential.

She surpassed him in cruelty.

For Inoichi Yamanaka, acquiring intelligence was just work.

But for Ino Yamanaka, torturing an enemy's mind brought her joy for a while, serving as sufficient entertainment.

"Are you sure I won't commit suicide first?" The other party's face changed several times, their previous arrogance gone.

"No."

Akira Sarutobi placed the scalpel next to the other party's neck.

Even in her disheveled state, the other party's opulent attire was incredibly eye-catching.

"From a standard ninja to someone pursuing extravagance... accumulating vast wealth, becoming a member of the upper class, losing the keenness of life and death, and gaining a humble desire to merely survive..."

Simply put.

Once they had money, they felt their life was worth something.

"Someone like that, why would they want to die?"

Akira Sarutobi looked at the other party with a mocking expression.

He didn't believe for a moment that the other party would hide poison in their teeth or anything similar.

With their secrets exposed, the other party's body began to tremble slightly.

Shame? Hatred? Loss of face? Unable to back down...? Perhaps all these thoughts were present, but that was no longer the point.

"So, the first question... your gender? What is your occupation?"

The other party: "..."

Several hours later.

Akira Sarutobi had extracted almost all the information.

From the other party's origins, upbringing, experiences, to their current situation, and even their own abilities.

That's right, even the cultivation insights for "Shadow Clone" and "Fire Style... Chakra Flow" were obtained by Akira Sarutobi.

This was equivalent to getting all the experience and skills of a Jonin for free.

And when Akira Sarutobi asked an unintentional question, the other party's subsequent answer exceeded his expectations.

This even caused Akira Sarutobi's expression to change for the first time.

Question: Do you possess any other abilities?

And the other party's answer was...

"I also attempted to cultivate 'Steel Style'."

"!"

Akira Sarutobi stared intently at the captive before him, a stunning glint flashing in his eyes.

This scene even made Ino Yamanaka glance over, "Young Master?"

"You said..."

Taking a deep breath, Akira Sarutobi regained his calm demeanor.

"You, have cultivated Steel Style?"

Steel Style, like other Kekkei Genkai, was a type of bloodline limit.

As mentioned before, Kekkei Genkai were divided into two major categories.

One was mutated bodily organs like the Byakugan and Sharingan of the Hyuga and Uchiha clans.

The other was the fusion of two Chakra natures to create a new attribute.

Steel Style belonged to the latter category.

Its function was to increase the hardness of the body's surface.

And there was an interesting detail: even if Kekkei Genkai had the same name, their functions could be worlds apart.

For example, "Lava Style" had three manifestations: Roshi covering himself in magma, Kurotsuchi spewing cement, and Dodai spitting out rubber...

The caster's different chakra attribute ratios and individual qualities lead to variations in the final manifestation of their Kekkei Genkai.

At this moment, Akira Sarutobi finally realized a problem.

Previously, after a full-power assault and dozens of consecutive hits, he had barely managed to neutralize the opponent.

Initially, Akira Sarutobi had assumed this was because the opponent's physical abilities were off the charts, being a Jonin after all.

But in reality...

Swish!

Akira Sarutobi rolled up the opponent's sleeve, revealing an arm as fair as jade.

Akira Sarutobi stared intently at the opponent's skin, which looked almost like some kind of gentleman's.

But soon, Akira Sarutobi discovered the secret: "Your skin..."

"Heh... That's right, I used Steel Style to harden my skin..."

The opponent mumbled.

Although the skin had hardened, the internal organs and most of the muscles were not within the reinforcement range of Steel Style.

Therefore, when facing Akira Sarutobi's blunt force assault, she was still violently shaken to the point of spitting blood.

This was akin to using an iron hammer to strike a knight clad in medieval armor.

Even if the armor could withstand ordinary swords, it would still be defeated by a large iron hammer.

"Tell me the training method for 'Steel Style'."

Akira Sarutobi's tone turned cold, even with a hint of urgency.

Because... this method of fusing to create a Kekkei Genkai was simply too valuable!