Young Master, Please Become Hokage

Their combat styles were worlds apart, reflecting their differing cultures.

In the eyes of Kirigakure's strong, the weak were cannon fodder, existences meant to be sacrificed.

The most important thing was to survive oneself.

Once all her subordinates had entered, Ringo Ameyuri slowly lifted her feet and descended the stairs into the underground...

"Young Master, someone's coming."

Ino Yamanaka turned her head, having sensed multiple figures rapidly approaching.

Dan Katō's stone coffin was difficult to disarm, its trap barrier proving troublesome.

Even Akira Sarutobi had to proceed with extreme caution.

Akira Sarutobi surmised that the barrier on the coffin had been set by Kukui Mokume, an elite Jonin who had accompanied Tsunade at the time.

Kukui Mokume, though seemingly an insignificant supporting character, was an upperclassman to Tsunade, Jiraiya, and Orochimaru.

He was a classmate of Kagami Uchiha.

It was also Kukui Mokume who had loudly berated Tsunade, urging her to regain her senses, when Dan Katō died.

A setup by an elite Jonin required the utmost caution, even after time had passed and the barrier's effectiveness had waned.

"They're not our people... they've split up... I see, they plan to seal off all passages to the secret room and intercept us!"

Ino Yamanaka reported the real-time situation as she sensed it.

"You guys go ahead."

With his hands placed on the barrier set on the stone coffin, Akira Sarutobi replied without looking back, channeling his Chakra.

He focused on disarming the trap before him, like running hacker software, meticulously prying open the densely packed talismans.

Relying on his exceptional knowledge and intellect, Akira Sarutobi was confident in his ability to break the restraints.

"..."

Ino Yamanaka glanced at her Young Master, knowing that once he made up his mind, there was no turning back.

Clearly, the Young Master didn't intend to be a burden to others.

But he had resolved to bring Dan Katō's remains back to their hometown.

"You, come with me."

Ino Yamanaka suddenly raised her hand, pointing at Shirakumo Hayama.

"Huh?" Shirakumo Hayama was taken aback.

Then, utterly bewildered, he looked back and left with Ino Yamanaka.

As the two departed, the tomb fell silent for a moment.

Ruri Hyuga stood to the side, her eyelids drooping, gazing at the ground, lost in thought.

She remained silent, while Akira Sarutobi was focused on disarming the barrier.

For a time, the tomb was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

But not long after...

Shouts of battle and war cries erupted.

It was evident that Ino Yamanaka and Shirakumo Hayama had encountered enemies.

Akira Sarutobi frowned upon hearing the sounds.

It wasn't concern for Ino Yamanaka's safety.

With her little devilish mind, if she encountered danger, she'd likely sell Shirakumo Hayama out first.

How to put it, at birth, people are inherently good or evil.

Some are born good, while others... are born little devils.

A moment later, the sound of footsteps echoed, gradually approaching.

By the time the figure appeared at the entrance... he was met by a pair of seemingly delicate palms.

The girl's slender arms danced, issuing a series of precise finger strikes.

With the bang bang of Chakra explosions, blue whirlwinds flashed and vanished in the air.

Before the opponent could react, he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The last thing he saw before death... was an incredibly cute face.

Especially those pure white, crystal-clear eyes, which evoked endless imagination.

"Eight Trigrams... Four Palms."

Only after the enemy's shattered heart stopped beating and his vision faded to darkness did Ruri Hyuga murmur the name of the technique.

The Hyuga clan's Kekkei Genkai Taijutsu... Gentle Fist!

"..."

Seeing the Hyuga girl's actions, Akira Sarutobi's lips couldn't help but curl into a slight smile.

Ruri Hyuga stood by the door, her head hanging low, returning to her silent state.

However, some understandings were already perfectly clear without the need for words.

A favor for a favor.

You help me, and I'll help you.

Chapter 11: Night Vision Cheat Acquired!

Whoosh.

As Akira Sarutobi performed the jutsu, chakra flowed through the barrier.

Dense runes lit up one after another, and one by one, the checkpoints were broken.

It was a display of strength and a battle of wits.

As the eldest son who inherited Hiruzen Sarutobi's aptitude for the Ninja Arts Doctor, Akira Sarutobi's talent was exceptionally outstanding.

A Ninja Arts Doctor was someone who had mastered all ninjutsu in Konoha, excluding Kekkei Genkai and secret clan techniques.

This meant that in any situation, he could come up with a corresponding solution.

Akira Sarutobi was still very young, and his strength was only that of a Jonin, naturally not comparable to his father Hiruzen Sarutobi's.

But this also meant that Akira Sarutobi possessed infinite potential, with a promising future. He also mastered the Seven Attributes, and reaching his father's level was only a matter of time.

Soon, the sound of footsteps echoed again as Ino Yamanaka and Shirakumo Hayama retreated.

"Young Master, they're tough... as expected from the ninjas from the Blood Mist Village!"

Kirigakure, nicknamed "The Village of the Bloody Mist," was famous for its extremely cruel and bloody methods.

This cruelty was not only directed at enemies but even at their own people.

It was said that during the graduation exam at the Ninja Academy, the ninjas from the Blood Mist Village were required to kill their friends with whom they had slept in the same bunks and eaten from the same pot. Only those who survived could become official ninjas.

Anti-human rules and regulations had forged the bloodthirsty and insane Kirigakure.

In terms of one-on-one combat, the average quality of ninjas from the Blood Mist Village was almost the highest among the Five Great Shinobi Villages.

"..."

Akira Sarutobi did not respond to Ino Yamanaka.

Because the breaking of the barrier traps had reached a critical moment.

As his focus gradually intensified, Akira Sarutobi found himself entering a peculiar state.

He saw... Akira Sarutobi's right eye pupil constricting and dilating intermittently.

The effect was that the dense barrier runes before him were laid bare.

Even the most obscure runes could be seen with the clarity of the naked eye, without the need for a magnifying glass.

"Mysterious..."

Akira Sarutobi felt the changes in his right eye, clearly, this Will of Fire System was not as ordinary as it appeared.

Whoosh whoosh!

The sound of kunai being thrown echoed through the air, and Ino Yamanaka and Shirakumo Hayama began to counterattack.

The sounds of combat continued in the corridor.

"No, there are too many enemies!"

With a swish, Shirakumo Hayama drew the sword at his waist.

He swung the long sword through the air, and transparent wind gathered on the blade before being flung out.

"Futon: Vacuum Sword!"

Transparent currents roared, and several crescent-shaped transparent blades flew through the corridor.

This move was Shirakumo Hayama's signature technique, achieved by converting chakra into the Wind Attribute, making it flow along the blade, and then releasing it.

Chih chih chih!!

The first Kirigakure ninja endured for a few moments, barely blocking the first two wind blades.

But as the third wind blade arrived, the blade in his hand snapped with a crack, and a deep wound appeared on his chest.

Thud.

The body fell to the ground with a resounding thud.

The Kirigakure ninjas behind did not even glance at him, directly stepping over his corpse and charging towards them.

Their ferocity and brutality surpassed any ninjas from any village they had encountered before.

This was because ninjas from other villages would instinctively avoid the corpses of their fallen comrades.

However, these guys treated their comrade's corpse like trash, using it as a stepping stone.

Tch!

A shrill whistling sound filled the air.

The kunai thrown casually by the enemy startled Ino Yamanaka and Shirakumo Hayama.

Hiss hiss hiss!

Smoke burned from the end of the kunai, echoing.

"It's an Explosive Tag! Dodge!"

Ino Yamanaka, whose sixth sense was the sharpest, shouted and was the first to flee.

Shirakumo Hayama barely managed to dodge, but due to the narrow corridor, he was immediately blasted and covered in dust.

Rumble!

The underground passage trembled from the explosion. Combined with years of disrepair, it began to collapse.

Cracks appeared on the walls and the ceiling overhead.

Stones and dust rained down.

Soon, the light in the area grew dim, and the light from the ventilation shafts was instantly engulfed in darkness.

"Damn it! These lunatics, aren't they afraid of collapsing the whole place?!"

Ino Yamanaka coughed a few times and complained.

In the darkness, they couldn't see each other.

Akira Sarutobi's progress in deciphering was not affected in the slightest.

At this moment, even Ruri, who had been looking down in silence, curiously raised her head and looked at Akira Sarutobi in the darkness.

Akira Sarutobi wasn't just putting on a show; he had discovered that his right eye was undergoing some mysterious changes.