It seemed that only Mirai was more talented than him. Were the standards for a genius really this harsh? What?
In Huo Ying's office, Sarutobi Hiruzen said to the black-haired Mirai's group, "Old man, your son's acting is pretty good."
"Ahem." Zang Jun coughed. "Who told Uchiha Fugaku to say such excessive things in front of him? Geniuses have their own pride, you know."
Sarutobi Hiruzen smiled and nodded. "He has the talent to become an outstanding politician. The Nara child is quite capable as well." He was also very familiar with Mirai. After all, he was one of his closest friends. He regarded Mirai as both a son and a nephew. Mirai truly was a genius. At six years old, he had already displayed the endurance expected of a genius. Such unparalleled talents had rarely appeared in the past century. If these geniuses could grow up smoothly, there would be nothing to worry about for the next generation.
Zang Jun smiled faintly as he watched Mirai through the crystal ball, his eyes filled with pride. This child had always been proud. "You should go home and review. The village hasn't been very peaceful lately. Many spies have arrived. It's safer to stay at home and avoid the storm," he said.
Sarutobi Hiruzen nodded, his eyes full of sorrow. They had both experienced the First Great War, so they naturally understood such matters.
"You did well." Watching Uchiha Fugaku leave dejectedly, Hyuga Hiashi spoke seriously to Mirai.
Mirai rolled his eyes. Did I need your praise? Do you really think you're Konoha's number one clan? You came to help? This looked more like adding fuel to the fire. Still, they had come to help on the surface, so Mirai said nothing and merely replied cheerfully, "Thank you for today."
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