His physical constitution was truly strong—stronger than Yang Hao's own.
"You're really only eight?"
Yuhi Shinku looked doubtful. No matter how he looked at him, he did not seem like an eight-year-old child.
"Almost nine."
Yang Hao replied with a smile.
"You really are a genius, but quite a few geniuses have fallen in the past. Only geniuses who grow up can be called strong.
"The village is not peaceful."
After sighing with feeling, Yuhi Shinku gave that pointed reminder before turning and returning to the house to eat breakfast.
In truth, when he received that intelligence report, he had already sensed that something was wrong. It was as if someone wanted him to know about it, clearly intending for him to target this boy.
The village's internal affairs were still as complicated as ever.
"As expected!"
Yang Hao muttered before following him into the house.
Yuhi Kurenai had prepared a lavish breakfast. After all, she had participated in the development of new dishes over the past few years, so her cooking was quite good.
Breakfast was eaten in silence. Yuhi Shinku and Yang Hao ate while each lost in thought, while Yuhi Kurenai ate and observed the two of them.
After breakfast, Yuhi Shinku returned to the sofa and sat down, bringing up a topic.
"Kurenai said your dream is to become Hokage?"
"I want to give it a try. At the very least, I have to work toward it."
Yang Hao made his stance clear. His dream truly was to become Hokage, but it was not absolute, nor would he stubbornly pursue it at all costs.
"If you merely want to try, then that is fine. But do not force it. The position of Hokage is not so simple. The more you gain, the more you must pay,