Yet whenever he saw Mirai, or heard news of Mirai fighting Orochimaru, his heart began to tremble again.
Though the curse mark seal was powerful, Orochimaru could not even deal with Mirai. Could he really kill Uchiha Itachi by relying on the power Orochimaru had given him?
"..."
At that moment, everyone present was filled with complicated thoughts. As they looked at Mirai's back, each harbored different feelings. In the end, they slowly made their way home through the rain.
In Sarutobi Hiruzen's mind, Orochimaru's words—"cultivated weapon"—continued to sway his thoughts.
Without much thought, Sarutobi Hiruzen knew that the weapon Oromo had spoken of was Mirai. And clearly, Oromo had not come away empty-handed, making Mirai's importance weigh heavily on Sarutobi Hiruzen's mind.
"Let's go." Sarutobi Hiruzen finally spoke, then gently pushed Asuma's umbrella aside and walked forward.
At that moment, the former leader, known for his tolerance, was utterly exhausted.
Too many uncertain factors prevented Sarutobi Hiruzen from making a sound judgment. Moreover, he was old now, and his methods were no longer as formidable as before.
Asuma looked at Sarutobi Hiruzen's back and let out a soft sigh. Then he nodded slightly, glanced at Kakashi, and put away his umbrella as well. It was time to leave.
Everyone's clothes had already been soaked by the rain. The umbrellas had only been taken out afterward.
Mirai stood before a purple stone, looking at the ten photographs below it. He could not help but sigh softly.
Because there were ninja among them whom he knew.
After the memorial ceremony ended, Mirai left the cemetery, and the graveyard returned to silence. Then, a masked ninja suddenly appeared, staring at Mirai's retreating back with a frown. What was so special about that boy that Lord Danzō cared about him so much?
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