Anyo recognized him at a glance. The bloodline flowing through them could not lie. He sighed inwardly and asked, "Shigemitsu, did Orochimaru give you that name?"
"No. I didn't like the name he gave me, so I changed it myself." Shigemitsu looked at Anyo with reverence, his eyes burning with fervor. "I've read your first book over and over. Then I chose the first form in it as my name. I want to be first."
Anyo neither agreed nor disagreed. His expression remained calm as he asked, "Why did you have Kabuto create an army of reincarnated dead to join the Fourth Shinobi World War?"
Shigemitsu smiled broadly. "I know you want to change the entire shinobi world and make the ninja system disappear from this world. But there are things it isn't convenient for you to do, so let me do them. I'll clear every obstacle for you and bear all the sins."
Anyo chuckled. "After all that, are you trying to get me to spare this man?"
A trace of hesitation crossed Shigemitsu's face before he gritted his teeth. "If you want him dead, Father, I can do it for you."
As he spoke, Shigemitsu pulled out the thin needle stabilizing Kabuto's chakra and thrust it toward his temple.
"No need. I don't care whether some minor figure lives or dies." Anyo asked very seriously, "I want to know what your aspirations are. Or rather, what do you want to do?"
Shigemitsu said fervently, "Your aspirations are mine, Father."
"No. No two leaves in this world are alike. Your bloodline doesn't even come entirely from me, and even if it did, we would still think differently. Your existence came as too much of a surprise to me, so I'm hesitant about what to do with you. I want