What Bad Intentions Could a Mental Patient Possibly Have?

Meanwhile, Uchiha Sen busied himself for half the day without receiving any response, then fell asleep in a daze.

Hokage Office Building

In the smoke-filled office, the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, slowly set down his pipe and stared coldly at his old friend. He didn't believe what Danzo had just said.

"Uchiha Sen is the only surviving member of the Uchiha Clan. He poses no threat to the village, so don't bring this up again."

Danzo's aged face darkened. After taking a deep breath, he said,

"Haven't you ever suspected anything? How could there be such a coincidence? On the night of the massacre, that guy wandered around Konoha Forest all night wrapped in a bedsheet. He might very well be a hidden pawn left behind by the Uchiha Clan!"

"Enough, Danzo."

The Third Hokage raised a hand, cutting off Danzo's spittle-flecked speech. In his view, it was all nonsense. An Uchiha who didn't even know what he was doing all day posed no threat whatsoever.

"One day, you'll regret this, Hiruzen. For the sake of the village, I'll investigate that guy myself."

Seeing that persuasion was useless, Danzo Shimura left behind those words, rose to his feet, and left.

Watching Danzo's retreating back, a fierce glint flashed through Hiruzen Sarutobi's eyes.

You've stopped respecting the Hokage... But Uchiha Sen...

One week later

Morning

[Ding! Detected numerous powerful individuals around the host...]

[Beginning assessment. No hostility detected. No counterattack required.]

Two notifications rang out in his mind. Uchiha Sen slowly opened his eyes, only to find several strangely dressed people before him.

Huh? I've never seen any of them? Those damned local muggles are trying to harm the planet's bravest warrior again!

Grimacing, he sat up limply, stood on the hospital bed, pulled a slipper from beneath his pillow, and swung it with all his might as he shouted,

"You damned natives! You despicable scum! Sneaking up on me while I was asleep—were you the ones who secretly stuffed things into my brain?! You filthy-minded, ugly freaks!"

The Third Hokage seemed deep in thought. He pursed his lips and said,

"Hold him down."

"Yes!"

Four ninja quickly stepped forward and pinned down Uchiha Sen's hands and feet.

Aoba Yamashiro, wearing dark glasses, slowly approached. He held Uchiha Sen's head with one hand and pressed the other against his forehead.

[Chakra entering the brain detected. No hostility detected. No counterattack required.]

"Uh... Cybertron... Ultraman Tiga... Sun Wukong... Steel Calabash Brothers... Makka Pakka... Teletubbies... Blue Star Headquarters... Chongguang Psychiatric Hospital..."

In just an instant, Aoba Yamashiro's scalp went numb. The things inside Uchiha Sen's mind had no logic whatsoever. His memories were a chaotic mess, nothing like those of a normal person.

"Lord Third, the contents are roughly the same as before. There are very few memories related to the Uchiha Clan—almost none."

"Is there any possibility of recovery?" the Third Hokage slowly asked.

"I fear... no. His current condition is no different from that of major criminals whose memories were destroyed through excessive interrogation..." Aoba Yamashiro said.

I can vouch for that. This guy's head really isn't right.

"You're the one who's not right! I should've known it—you people are in league with that guy from last night! Bring it on if you've got the guts! I won't even furrow my brow!"

Lying on the bed, Uchiha Sen twisted his body and struggled with all his strength, but it was useless.

The doctor helplessly shook his head. After so many years of practicing medicine, this was the first time he had encountered a patient like Uchiha Sen.

Hiruzen Sarutobi looked at the doctor and asked, "Does he ever act normal?"

The doctor helplessly shook his head.

At that moment, Uchiha Sen also noticed the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, and fixed him with an intense stare.

[System Scan]

Before his eyes, Hiruzen Sarutobi, dressed in Hokage robes, turned into a skeleton.

Two pitch-black lungs in his abdomen moved with every breath, looking as though they were struggling.

[Hiruzen Sarutobi. Late-stage lung cancer. Cause: long-term smoking. Remaining time: nine months.]

"Old man, the two chunks of meat in your belly are sick as hell. You're dead for sure, hahaha."

Hiruzen Sarutobi froze.

Chunks of meat?

Sick?

What the hell...

At that moment, Uchiha Sen's mind was filled with grand plans to invade the natives. His eyes rolled as he raised his voice and shouted,

"I can treat your meat chunks, or you're gonna die!"

The doctor spread his hands and smiled awkwardly.

"He's been like this ever since he arrived..."

No one cared what a mental patient said. The group filed out of the ward in a grand procession.

Outside the ward...

"What does he do every day besides eat and sleep?"

"Uh... he likes to wrap himself in bedsheets... According to him, it's an invisibility cloak... Sometimes he sits under the sun to cultivate... I think he got heatstroke and fainted the day before yesterday. Every midnight, he talks to himself while holding a slipper, seemingly contacting some Blue Star Headquarters..."

"Blue Star Headquarters?"

"Uh, yes. We don't know what it is either..."

The Third Hokage cast a meaningful glance, then instructed the medical staff beside him,

"Keep him under observation for another month."

In the morning hospital, medical staff could be seen everywhere. Even in times of peace, injured ninja and civilians were unavoidable.

Someone specially brought Uchiha Sen a boxed meal. The Third Hokage had personally ordered it, partly to put on a show for everyone—the village would not abandon any villager.

"Here's your meal." A medical worker set down an iron lunchbox.

"Double-Zero Seven, did you give me a few extra slices of meat chunks?" Since this medical worker brought him food every day, Uchiha Sen believed he was a spy sent by headquarters to assist him. He enthusiastically picked up his lunchbox and greeted him.

After sitting in his designated seat, Uchiha Sen wore a solemn expression and looked down on everything around him. The medical worker, long accustomed to this, walked away.

It was a sense of ritual. A few seconds later, the ritual ended, and he began eating.

[Congratulations, host. You have successfully defeated a Chunin. The system rewards you with one draw. Due to the host's unclear state of mind, the lottery system has automatically drawn an Ultimate Rasengan trial coupon for you. No chakra required; simply tear the talisman paper to use it.]

The sudden voice startled Uchiha Sen. His hand trembled, and a slice of meat fell onto the bedsheet. At the same time, a blue talisman appeared by his hand.

He looked around. No one was there. He picked up the talisman, used it to wipe off the meat slice, put it back in the bowl, crumpled the talisman into a ball, tossed it aside, and continued eating as though nothing had happened.

[...Forget it. I'll store it for the host...]

Meanwhile, at Root.

"Oh? You're saying the Third Hokage took a sensory ninja to the ward today? And that idiot said Hiruzen was going to die? Hahahaha."

Danzo Shimura laughed wildly, while silently holding this lingering threat from the Uchiha Clan in his heart.