"Naruto"

While enjoying his honeymoon with Uchiha Satsuki, Uzumaki Naruto actually did two other seemingly insignificant but meaningful things.

Both of these things are related to the eyes.

The first thing is about a Mangekyō Sharingan.

That eye originally belonged to Uchiha Obito. After Obito's death, Naruto took it back and carried it with him ever since.

Now that the Pure Land has stabilized and Kakashi, Obito, and Rin have completed their life-or-death reunion, Naruto feels it's time to return this item to its rightful owner.

Naruto found Kakashi again and handed him the eye.

Kakashi stared into those familiar yet unfamiliar eyes and remained silent for a long time.

He knew the look of that eye all too well. Three Tomoe were arranged quietly on a scarlet background. It was the eye he had used for more than ten years, Obito entrusted to him by Obito.

But the one lying in Naruto's palm at this moment was different from the other one—it exuded a kind of oppressive feeling that made people's hearts tremble.

That's the Mangekyō Sharingan, Obito's other eye.

Kakashi stared into that eye and already guessed who was responsible for Obito's death.

Few could kill Obito. In a battle at that level, even fewer could remove that eye. And this blond youth before him was his disciple, Obito's terminator, and also—an orphan whose parents were killed by Obito.

Kakashi didn't say anything. What could he possibly say?

Obito did those things, killing so many people, including Naruto's parents, and countless innocent civilians and Ninja.

It was only natural for Naruto to kill him. In fact, one could argue that if Obito hadn't died, and if he had had another chance, Kakashi felt he wouldn't have had the right to resent Obito —but he would have definitely found a way to kill Obito.

Some sins must be paid for with one's life, so Kakashi simply nodded silently.

He took the eye; it was Obito's eye, the last thing Obito left for this world. He would use it to do what Obito couldn't do.

To protect this world that Obito harmed, and to atone for his best friend's sins.

Of course, Naruto didn't just throw away the eyes and leave. He knew Kakashi's physical condition—for someone without Uchiha blood, forcibly using the Mangekyō Sharingan was a huge burden in itself. Using both eyes at the same time was even more dangerous.

Therefore, he left some Yang Power in Kakashi's body, which was the creation and life force at the Six Paths level. With it, Kakashi no longer had to worry about being drained dry by those eyes.

Thus, without almost anyone knowing, a third Ninja was born in the world of the living who touched the threshold of the Six Paths level.

Two-Kamui Kakashi.

The second thing is about another pair of eyes.

Those were Rinnegan, originally belonging to Uchiha Madara, later placed on Nagato, and then taken back by Naruto.

Naruto originally intended to leave those eyes to Satsuki —after all, Satsuki was his wife—but later Satsuki awakened the Six Tomoe Rinnegan and the Rinne Sharingan.

The level of those eyes far surpassed that of ordinary Rinnegan. Compared to Madara's eyes, they were like Fire Fly compared to the bright moon, utterly insignificant.

So what should be done about these two Rinnegan?

Naruto pondered, "Perhaps I could change it for Shisui."

Shisui is a genius of the Uchiha Clan, a vital force in the [Jin] organization, and one of his most capable assistants in his behind-the-scenes schemes. If Shisui's strength could be further enhanced, it would benefit the entire situation.

Just as he was thinking this, the memory of his clone returning from running errands entered his mind.

Satsuki... it seems she's going to have a nephew?

At first, he thought it was a joke. How could Satsuki's older sister, Uchiha Yū, the woman who was once paranoid and extreme, and later kept under guard by Shisui, possibly be... But when he carefully examined those memory scenes, he realized it wasn't a joke.

In the room, Uchiha Yū was sitting on the edge of the bed, gently stroking her slightly protruding belly with one hand, her face filled with an indescribable tenderness. That tenderness was mixed with surprise, anticipation, and a dazed disbelief.

The room was filled with all sorts of items for pregnant women—nutritional supplements, soft fabrics, tiny baby clothes... everything was neatly arranged, a testament to Shisui's careful preparation.

Naruto stared at those memories, momentarily speechless.

Shisui? That Shisui? The Shisui who was so serious, meticulous, and never overstepped his bounds? How could he do something like this?

After much thought, Naruto could only come up with one possibility—it couldn't possibly be that Uchiha Yū begged him to have that kind of relationship, could it?

But as soon as the thought popped into his head, he found it even more absurd.

never mind.

Naruto sighed and didn't say anything more.

He left her with a pair of normal eyes—after all, Uchiha Yū was blind for so many years, and now that she's pregnant, it's time to restore her sight. She can't be left without even knowing what her child looks like.

As for the rest... Naruto felt he needed to find a time to tell Mikoto Uchiha and Fugaku Uchiha, after all, this was their grandson.

Neji Hyuga never expected that he would actually be robbed.

He had just left the small border village and hadn't walked far along the road leading to the Land of Hot Water when he saw a figure ahead who had blown up two trees, blocking the way, and swaggering in the middle of the road.

The figure was tall and burly, a full head taller than Neji, with striking red hair. He carried a thick stick, taller than Neji, on his shoulder, looking like a bandit king blocking the road to rob someone.

What's even more ridiculous is that this guy is wearing a Konoha forehead protector on his forehead.

Neji's Byakugan flickered slightly, and with just one glance, he saw through the Forehead Protector's true nature—the metal edges had uneven polishing marks, and the engravings varied in depth, clearly indicating it was a crudely made, handcrafted imitation.

It's homemade; it's a fake.

"Although I don't know you, and you don't know me!"

The red-haired giant shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice so loud it could startle the birds in the trees. "But our meeting here must be fate! Hand over all your money!"

Neji stared at him expressionlessly. "... A fake Konoha Ninja?"

"Ha! How disrespectful!"

The burly man bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He brandished his large club, making a whooshing sound in the air, trying to demonstrate his power and strength.

"I am Daimyo! From Konoha Village! Ninja carrying a top-secret mission!"

He slammed the big stick on the ground, put his hands on his hips, puffed out his chest, and announced his name in the loudest voice possible.

"Uzumaki Naruto!"

Hyuga Neji was silent for three seconds. He found that he didn't know where to start complaining.

Uzumaki Naruto? This red-haired giant claims to be Uzumaki Naruto?

Neji and Naruto have dined together quite a few times over the years. Although Naruto is a year younger than him, the two have crossed paths many times since the Chunin Ninja Exams. Later, Naruto grew stronger and stronger, becoming a legend in the entire Ninja World, but their friendship did not fade. When they meet in Konoha, they still have a meal together and chat for a while.

For Neji, Naruto was a special person.

He didn't know why he could feel that reassuring aura from Naruto. Naruto had a special quality, like the sun, warm and bright, making people unconsciously want to get closer.

And this guy in front of me... he's like... no, he's nothing at all. To describe him as a meteorite would be too beneath him.

"Get out of my way," Neji said, his voice as cold as a blade tempered with ice. "Imposter."

He didn't bother to look at him again, simply walking past the red-haired giant and continuing on his way.

The burly man stood frozen in place, his hand holding the stick suspended in mid-air.

He knew, of course, that he wasn't Uzumaki Naruto.

He knew he was just a bandit, and he knew he had knocked his Forehead Protector off himself, but he also considered himself a Ninja, with at least the skills of Ninja.

The guy passing by simply ignored him?

The burly man's face flushed crimson, a surge of blood rushing to his head. "Stop right there!" He grabbed his large club and strode after him.