The farce at the Konoha cemetery quickly devolved into the usual exge of empty threats.

  Tsunade was the first to speak.

  “If Grandfather were still alive, he’d surely want to tribute to Konoha. There’s no need for the Sealing Team. Let them rest peacefully in their caskets.”

  “And if Konoha ever faces a true crisis, Orochimaru resurrect them with the Edo Teo repel the enemy!”

  Orochimaru’s expression twisted into a grimace. Gojo Kaigetsu’s earlier “guidance” was ing back to haunt him.

  “Return, Hashirama, my guiding light and faith, Wood Release vivid in my dreams, tears falling free, the Rashomon I see, the Hokage's might, repelling foes, ending the fight!”

  As Orochimaru formed the seals for the Edo Tensei, he ted the mantra, much to the fusion of those present. Soon, dust to dust, earth to earth, the resurrected Hokage returo the Pure Land.

  “The previous Hokage, resurrected by Kazuma’s forbidden jutsu… I ’t say for sure how much of their inal power they possessed. But ohing is certain: they weren’t at their peak, and they could only be maintained for thirty seds,” Orochimaru expined.

  “So, there’s o worry about disrespeg their memory. If we ever have to resort to such measures, it would mean Konoha is fag utter destru.”

  Tsunade, who had been feeling slightly guilty about exploiting her grandfather and granduncle, visibly rexed upon hearing Orochimaru’s expnation.

  Yes, if Grandfather’s spirit lingered, he’d surely wish to protect Konoha.

  And if Konoha truly faced annihition, thirty seds of their power… wouldn’t be sidered disrespectful, would it?

  Having rationalized her as, Tsunade’s guilt subsided.

  Minato and Hiruzen, however, exged uneasy gnces. Somethi off… but since even the granddaughter of the First Hokage had no objes, it wasn’t their pment.

  “Now the’s discuss the… sing aspect of this situation.”

  “We’ll tell the Daimyo that there were traitors among his advisors. We were merely purging them!” Gojo Kaigetsu decred, his tone cold as he released Tsunade’s waist and approached the bound and gagged Kazuma.

  In a single day, the Daimyo’s envoy had bee a prisoner.

  It was fortuhat Kazuma had e to the Konoha Memorial; if he’d stayed at the guest house, they might have had to stage an “actal fire.”

  As for the Daimyo’s rea?

  Would he cut Konoha’s funding? Reduce them from a military and eic powerhouse to an insignifit backwater?

  Unlikely. Such drastic measures required an army of ninja, not a bunch of chakra-less samurai waving swords and ting about loyalty.

  While the rest of the ninja world treated the Daimyo with reverence, Gojo Kaigetsu wasn’t so seal.

  If you don’t have ninja, stay in your pad py “stitutional monarch,” funding Konoha’s development.

  “As I said, desecrating the memory of the Hokage is an unfivable crime, punishable by death!” Gojo Kaigetsu decred, gng at Fugaku Uchiha.

  Fugaku uood. “Even the Daimyo’s envoy ot escape punishment for such a transgression. It’s a viotion of the Will of Fire.”

  “Even disregarding the Hokage… This is the Konoha Memorial, where our fallen heroes rest. Sparing Kazuma would be a disgrace to their memory.”

  “This i, in essence, is a btant attempt by a radical political fa within the Land of Fire to undermine Konoha!”

  “Konoha is loyal to the Land of Fire; the Hokage is loyal to the Daimyo. Kazuma maniputed the Hokage and tried to subvert Konoha. This is equivalent to maniputing the Daimyo and attempting to overthrow the Land of Fire!”

  “He’s a traitor! He likely colluded with fn powers! He must be eliminated!”

  “We are merely sing the ranks. The Daimyo ’t fault us for that.”

  Oer ahe Konoha leadership piled accusations onto Kazuma, swiftly reag a judgment.

  Kazuma, listening to their pronous, felt his world crumble. Konoha was a unified front; they all stood with Gojo Kaigetsu.

  Tears streamed down his face. He wasn’t g for himself, but for the Land of Fire!

  This great nation would be overthrown by these power-hungry Konoha ninja!

  “Execute him.”

  Kazuma’s world ehere. His head flew through the air, nding with a thud on the cemetery grounds.

  Gojo Kaigetsu turo Orochimaru. “Orochimaru-sensei, since you were the first witness, please arrange for Kazuma’s body and the Daimyo’s token to be returo the Daimyo’s estate.”

  “Heh… uood.” Their eyes met, a silent uanding passiween them.

  Orochimaru had received the missing piece of the Edo Tensei, and Gojo Kaigetsu had secured political power for himself and the Hokage.

  A win-win. Konoha had won twice over, while the Daimyo was utterly defeated.

  As for having Orochimaru hahe body…

  The head of the Guardian Ninja Twelve was worth at least ten million ryō. Konoha, in its current state of rapid development, couldn’t afford to miss su opportunity.

  But Konoha, the bea of civilization in the ninja world, couldn’t be seen profiting from a Daimyo envoy’s death. Such a thing would tarnish their reputation.

  Their carefully crafted image of enlighte had to be maintained. Gojo Kaigetsu wouldn’t make such a blunder.

  So, the task of “cashing io Orochimaru, the new Root leader.

  Root, after all, specialized in susavory matters.

  With darkness in their hearts, they were perfect for the job.

  “This i is now cluded. The Daimyo’s envoy attempted to subvert Konoha, vioting the ‘One Vilge, One try’ agreement. This… isn’t something ublicize.”

  “For the Daimyo’s sake, this matter ends here. If I hear any… unnecessary rumors cirg tomorrow… well~” Gojo Kaigetsu’s gaze swept over the representatives, his warning clear.

  “Yes, Advisojo!”

  “What are you saying? I’m just an advisor. You should pledge your loyalty to the Fourth Hokage.”

  “…Yes, Lord Hokage!”

  “Fugaku, imprisowo unscious Guardian Ninja in the Police Force holding cells. I have… pns for them.”

  “And you, e here. I have a little something for your son.”

  …

  …

  The turmoil in the ninja world and the bloodshed within Konoha wouldn't affect the Ninja Academy.

  Gojo Kaigetsu, had explicitly mahat the Academy children be given a retively peaceful childhood.

  The flicts and hatred of adult ninja should end with them. The new geion had their own stories to write.

  Let the cycle of hatred end with the previous geion.

  Regardless of the ninja world’s state, the vilge’s internal struggles, the Academy's educational quality must be maintained.

  Lessons focused on basic literad fual ninjutsu. Ninja world affairs were only briefly touched upon.

  For example, in the newly established Ethics css, under Gojo Kaigetsu’s dire:

  “Based on Kekkei Genkai and historical achievements, Konohagakure is the greatest ninja vilge in the world!”

  “Do you know how much Konoha had to pay in reparations after that humiliati? 20 million ryō in cash and 200,000 bolts of silk! It took thousands of carts to transport it all! You carry the responsibility of lifting Konoha from those dark times, of making Konoha great again!”

  “Konoha needs nd! Konoha demands nd! And we will use our shuriken to cim it!”

  “Konoha elder and Hokage Advisojo Kaigetsu once said, ‘Before me stands a vilge, a vilge groaning in humiliation!’”

  “‘After that war, our vilge’s pride was shattered! Those defeated vilges, despite their loss, used their birength to lord over us, trampling on nity, the dignity of the vilge in the ninja world! Tell me, will you choose to be a free warrior like me, fighting for Konoha’s greatness, or a sve?!’”

  The Ethics teacher for Itachi Uchiha, Izumi Uchiha, and Temari’s css was an ordinary in.

  But his eloquence was undeniable.

  Holding the textbook personally written by Gojo Kaigetsu, he spoke with passion and vi, his voice rising and falling, his body moving expressively.

  The usual tedium of the seemed to vanish, repced by a vibrant energy, as if Gojo Kaigetsu’s words had pierced through the dark clouds of the ninja world, illuminating the in’s heart, dispelling his apathy and allowing him to genuinely express his love for Konoha.

  Even this seasoned, middle-aged in was moved.

  As for the young ninja in the …

  Itachi Uchiha’s rea was the most intense.

  His mind seemed to travel ba time, to the Sed and Third Shinobi World Wars, to Konoha’s darkest and most humiliating periods.

  “Kekkei Genkai, historical achievements… we are the greatest vilge. The Sharingan is Konoha’s—no, the ninja world’s—most powerful Kekkei Genkai. Advisojo believes Konoha is the greatest because of this…”

  “He’s aowledging the Uchiha. In Konoha’s textbooks, praising the Uchiha. This is… encement… This is… love!”

  Itachi Uchiha seemed to have a sudden epiphany.

  In his mind’s eye, he saw Advisojo smiling warmly, waving at him.

  “Go, Uchiha! Go, Itachi!”

  “The great rejuvenation of Konoha rests on your shoulders.”

  These words, eg in his mind, shook Itachi to his core.

  His heart burned with renewed fervor. “A new mission awaits. I ’t stand idly by. I will train tirelessly, and my dreams will e true. I will push forward with ce and make the advisor’s wish a reality!”

  Fueled by this surge of emotion, Itachi Uchiha’s eyes transformed.

  His siomoe spun rapidly, splitting, until two distinoe emerged.

  Beside him, Izumi Uchiha csped her hands to her chest, her eyes sparkling with admiration. Though she didn’t uand what had just happehe chakra fluctuation… it made her feel incredibly safe.

  The other boys in the css were ed by envy. Itachi, ever sihat “Love and Gratitude Educatio, had been proo emotional outbursts. And now, after a sihics lesson… how infuriating!

  Hmph. What’s so great about the Sharingan?

  If I had the Sharingan, I’d be even more excited!

  Driven by this petitive spirit, Itachi Uchiha found himself ostracized by the boys in his css.

  But no one dared to bully him.

  After all—

  A five-year-old Uchiha with a two-tomoe Sharingan? No one wao test that.

  As for the other Uchiha in the css…

  Izumi Uchiha, paired with Temari as a study partner, sat quietly in a er.

  Though she’d been moved by the lesson, her rea hadn’t been as intense as Itachi’s. She simply felt a warmth spreading through her eyes.

  Temari, however, ractically swooning. Her hands cupped her cheeks, her eyes sparkling like stars. “So… so cool…” she murmured.

  “Temari, are you talking about Itachi?” Izumi asked.

  “No, not him!” Temari quickly denied. “I mean… Advisojo! He’s so cool! His words… they’re so inspiring!”

  “I want to fight to the death for my vilge!” Her eyes shoh a fiery determination.

  Izumi stared at her, utterly bewildered.

  Wait a mihat was our Konoha Advisor, a speech aimed at Konoha ninja… What does it have to do with you, a Suna princess?

  And… fight for your vilge? Izumi’s knowledge of Konoha history wasn’t perfect, but she knew Sunagakure had been on the losing side of every Shinobi World War.

  Izumi couldn’t help but giggle.

  Realizing her rea was inappropriate, she quickly stifled her ughter.

  But Temari still noticed.

  “What’s so funny, Izumi?” she asked, her face flushing slightly. “Setting aside vilge affiliations, he was inspiring, wasn’t he? I wish we had someone like Advisojo in Suna.”

  “Alright, alright, I won’t ugh anymore.” Izumi straightened up, remembering her role in f peace between their vilges.

  Temari, who had initially been wary of Konoha, had already been won over.

  Despite her maturity, she was still just a young girl. And Konoha’s… assimition tactics were proving effective.

  The high-quality food, the unlimited hot water, access to tless books, and novel eai…

  The signifit improvement in her quality of life, coupled with Izumi’s friendship, had quickly tamed Temari.

  Perhaps she hadn’t even realized it, but she had bee an honorary Konoha citizen in spirit.

  During these Konoha Ethics lessons, she often found herself identifying with Konoha’s cause, though she always added qualifiers like “objectively speaking” or “setting aside vilge loyalty.” But such justifications were weak, like g, “Wearing it doesn’t t.”

  ‘Konoha is so wonderful… I wish Suna could be like this.’

  After the otion in the died down, Temari sat quietly, lost in her fantasies.

  If only Suna had the same abundance of resources and cultural experiences. She couldn’t imagine how much happier her friends bae would be.

  ‘If only there eace… If Suna and Konoha were allies, we could learn from their… advas.’

  From Temari’s perspective, Konoha’s ninja were still rgely unknown, but their talent for stru had already bee a stereotype.

  After all, from a child’s perspective, there wasn’t mu for hatred or war. She simply dreamed of the bes Konoha’s expertise could bring to Suna.

  She didn’t realize that the “Konoha kindness” she perceived might o within the Ninja Academy.

  Maeran Konoha ninja, who had experiehe Sed and Third Shinobi World Wars, harbored deep reseowards Sunagakure. Only the future popution dee in Konoha would eventually silehose voices.

  Not even Gojo Kaigetsu’s current influence could ge that.

  Prejudices ran deep.

  All Gojo Kaigetsu could do nt the seeds of peace within the Academy, present a positive image of Konoha to the Suna exge students, and cultivate a pro-Konoha fa within Sunagakure.

  It was a long-term iment in Konoha’s future dominance.

  The passiohics lesson soon cluded, and a wave of ay washed over the students.

  The Summer Camp activities… they were about to begin. Rumor had it the first event was a shuriken throwing petition.

  Though called a Summer Camp, it was essentially a series of assessments.

  Students who failed would be held back a year, a mark of shame that would follow them throughout their ninja careers. Future ts, seeing "Summer Camp Failure" on a ninja’s resume, might hesitate to hire them.

  Therefore, the academy students were taking this very seriously.

  Some even pted cheating, hoping to find older students to take their pce.

  Ring—

  The bell sighe end of css, and the tension in the reached its peak.

  Several boys, sitting together, nodded solemnly, their eyes burning with determination.

  “Hey, did you hear? The Summer Camp starts after this css.”

  “Should we go easy oher guys?”

  “No way! This is about absolute dominance! Let’s unleash our full power and crush everyone!”

  “It seems… Itachi Uchiha will be our main rival.”

  “Hmph, with my chakra… taking him dowimes in ten seds shouldn’t be a problem.”

  “Let’s make it quick. I still o practice my taijutsu for the ‘Konoha’s Stro Fist’ petition after graduation.”

  Their banter tinued until they csped hands, the force of their grip making them wince.

  Unected by their shared enthusiasm, Itachi Uchiha felt a surge of annoyahis css was far too noisy.

  He retrieved a small scroll his father had given him that m, g it was from Advisojo.

  A gift from Advisojo! Itachi sidered it a sacred relic.

  He carefully unfurled the scroll, his heart pounding with anticipation.

  Ihere were three shuriken and a note.

  “Shuriken?” Itachi blinked, fused. He’d expected some sort of powerful artifact, but these seemed like ordinary ninja tools.

  No, wait. If they came from Advisojo, there had to be a deeper meaning.

  He weighed the shuriken in his hand. “This weight… it’s off. The ter of gravity is shifted to the left.”

  He then unfolded the note and read it carefully.

  As he read, his expression grew increasingly perplexed.

  Taking a deep breath, his eyes filled with determination, Itachi resolved to follow the instrus, even if he didn’t uand.

  g, g, g—

  The school bell rang, signaling the start of the Konoha Ninja Academy Summer Camp.

  Konoha’s usually spacious training grounds were now packed with students.

  Iruka Umino, the ag principal, stood on the podium, fnked by academy staff aers from the Konoha Times.

  Holding a speech manuscript, Iruka began, “The gentle spring breeze caresses our i faces, the warm sun embraces our beatis. As spring blossoms, we wele the first ever Konoha Ninja Academy Summer Camp…”

  “Today, we embody the Will of Fire through a…”

  “Those who pass all trials, those who persevere until the very end, will receive exceptional rewards: early graduation, the right to choose their Jonin sensei, a full set of high-quality ninja tools… and much more.”

  “I hereby decre the Konoha Ninja Academy Summer Camp officially open!”

  “The rials of Summer begin with the first trial: Shuriken Jutsu!”

  “Step forward for your assessment.”

  The brutal Summer Camp sele process had begun. Failure ihe first round would result in a mark of “unqualified” on a student’s perma record, potentially impag their entire ninja career.

  No matter how much they improved ter, the initial “unqualified” bel was as detrimental as g a proper education, hindering their future prospects.

  versely, those who excelled would receive glowing reendations.

  Material rewards were sedary; the true prize was a signifit advantage in the petitive ninja job market.

  Even the usual sckers were taking this seriously.

  This recisely Gojo Kaigetsu’s goal. To promote petition and push the academy students to their limits.

  With the end of the war, Konoha’s popution was booming, creating the perfeviro for petition. Those with talent could join the ninja forces. Those without could tribute to the vilge’s infrastructure projects.

  The students at the front of the line began throwing their shuriken.

  The assessment was desigo prevent cheating. All students had to hand over their shuriken, which were then randomly distributed.

  The instructors would test each shuriken, memorizing them and ensuring their quality, before returning them after the assessment.

  Meticulous and thh.

  After all, a ninja had to adapt to any situation.

  If a ninja’s aim suffered because they weren’t using their own shuriken… the enemy wouldn’t offer a sed ce.

  The harsh reality of the ninja world was revealed to the academy students for the first time.

  Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

  The assessment proceeded swiftly. Oer another, shurikeested by the instructors and hao the students.

  Some celebrated their success with a fist pump, while others, dejected, retreated… The varied reas added to the pressure for those still waiting.

  Temari, standihe back, felt a twinge of ay. Not for herself, but for her fellow Suna students.

  If they, as exge students, excelled, it would bring honor to Sunagakure. But if they failed in the first round… it would be a disgrace.

  Soon, it was Itachi Uchiha’s css’s turn.

  They dutifully handed over their shuriken, and the instructors began their meical assessment.

  Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

  One instructor, after throwing a shuriken, frowhe bde veered sharply to the left, pletely missing the target.

  The other instructors exged puzzled gnces. “Seriously? You missed? With a shuriken? You might lose your iification.”

  Embarrassed, the instructor tried again, twice, before handing the shuriken to Itachi. “This shuriken’s ter of gravity is off. It’s defective. Whose is it?”

  “Mine, sir!” Itachi Uchiha stepped forward, his expression unreadable.

  “You…” The instructor looked at him, a flicker nition in his eyes. “You’re… Uchiha Itachi, the prodigy, aren’t you?”

  “Indeed. You certainly have the aura of a prodigy.” The instructor spoke loudly, his words quickly recorded by the Konoha Times reporter.

  “But… why are you using a defective shuriken? Weren’t you aware of today’s assessment?”

  The interrogation began.

  This was a hidde. A ninja whht faulty equipment to an assessment showed a ck of preparation, a serious offense.

  If Itachi Uchiha couldn’t provide a reasonable expnation, even a prodigy like him would be eliminated in the first round!

  All eyes were on Itachi.

  The students behind him whispered among themselves. The “school bullies” smirked, while Izumi Uchiha’s face was filled with worry. Temari patted her shoulder reassuringly.

  Itachi Uchiha, however, remained calm. Recalling the instrus oe, he cleared his throat. “Sir, my shuriken is not defective. Its ter of gravity was deliberately shifted to the left.”

  “That’s absurd! A shuriken with a shifted ter of gravity is defective by definition!”

  “Not in this case, sir. It’s… a personal modification. I didn’t sider the possibility of… shared shuriken during the assessment.”

  Intrigued, the instructor hahe shuriken back to Itachi. “Expin yourself.”

  “Otlefield, if I were to die fighting for Konoha, for the Will of Fire, for the Hokage, for Advisojo… I wouldn’t want the eo pick up my shuriken and use it against my rades.”

  “A shuriken with a shifted ter of gravity… it could save a life.”

  The “school bullies” froze. Though relut to admit it, they had to cede—Itachi Uchiha’s words were… damn impressive.

  A bright, genuine smile spread across young Itachi’s face. Even the jaded Konoha Times reporter was moved.

  The photographer snapped photos, while the reporter diligently recorded Itachi’s every word.

  Could a shuriken truly be used like this?

  The instructor was stunned. “But… you’re also using this shuriken. you guarantee accuracy with a modified shuriken? Even seasoned in like myself struggle with that.”

  “Yes, sir. I’ve practiced with these shurikeensively. I guarantee pinpoint accuracy.”

  “Show me.” The instructor stepped aside, giving Itachi the stage.

  “Five meters. Moving target.” As if to make things even more difficult, the instructor increased the challenge.

  Not only the distance, but the stationary target was now mobile… Such a test, for a five-year-old, seemed excessively harsh.

  The girls in the back murmured in protest, defending their idol.

  Whoosh—

  Itachi Uchiha, his expression calm, threw the shuriken. It struck the target dead ter.

  The instructor’s jaw dropped. “Teers! The apple on that tree!”

  Itachi, as if fetting the assessment was over, retrieved a sed shuriken and threw it.

  Crack—

  The apple split ly in two.

  The instructor was utterly shocked. His decades of shurikenjutsu mastery… surpassed by a five-year-old.

  “Twenty meters. Enemy ninja – Konoha in.”

  “Fire at me!” With that, the instructor, amed Hayate, darted away, moving swiftly at a distance of twenty meters.

  Another instructor, watg from the side, shouted, “Run, Hayate! Sixty miles per hour!”

  Hayate, pying along, weaved and dodged, his movements uable.

  At that speed, hitting him with a normal shuriken would be difficult, let alone oh a shifted ter of gravity.

  But Itachi Uchiha didn’t even activate his Sharingan.

  He calmly crouched down, pig up a handful of sand aing it sift through his fingers, the dire of the wind. He then plucked a bde of grass and held it in his mouth, using its movement to further gauge the wind’s dire.

  “The wind… He’s calg the wind’s effect!” The “school bullies,” despite their usual taunts, were now impressed.

  This dispy of meticulous preparation had won them over.

  Whoosh—

  The moment the st grain of sand slipped through his fingers, Itachi Uchiha moved. The shuriken flew in a graceful arc, c the twenty meters in a blink of an eye, pierg Hayate’s chest.

  Poof—

  A cloud of smoke erupted.

  Hayate reappeared beside them, g as he walked towards Itachi. “Excellent! I wasn’t mistaken. You, Itachi Uchiha, are a true shurikenjutsu prodigy!”

  “Is the assessment over, Hayate-sensei? If there’s more, I’ll need my other shuriken back. I’ve used all three,” Itachi said, spreading his hands.

  Hayate chuckled awkwardly. “Of course. You’ve undoubtedly earned first p the first trial.”

  Cp, cp, cp—

  Iruka Umino, leading the appuse, stepped forward, his hands raised high.

  “Magnifit! A true Konoha prodigy!”

  The thunderous appuse echoed throughout the training grounds, and the other students, as if waking from a dream, joined in.

  Itachi Uchiha, for the first time, felt a twinge of embarrassment. Advisojo’s instrus… they were surprisingly effective.

  After Itachi left the stage, the group sisted of Suna exge students, seemingly eager to emute Itachi’s performance.

  They approached Itachi, asking to borrow his modified shuriken.

  “We want to try that too!” they decred to the instructors.

  Suna ninja never backed down!

  The instructors’ pyful smiles vanished. “Are you sure? Failure means automatic disqualification.”

  “Uh… we… take the regur assessment first and then try this as a bonus challenge?” one of the Suna students asked hesitantly.

  “Sure.”

  “Alright! We Suna ninja are the stro!”

  Temari, watg from the sidelines, facepalmed. If they failed, it would be a disgrace to Suna. Why were they so obsessed with showing off?!

  While she uood that a performance like Itachi Uchiha’s would bring honor to Suna… shuriken with a shifted ter of gravity? Even Sunagakure’s rigorous training didn’t include such bizarre methods.

  The Uchiha … From what Izumi had told her, they had their own unique shurikenjutsu teiques.

  Itachi Uchiha was a master of the Uchiha Shuriken Style. He could even manipute the trajectory of thrown shuriken by having them collide mid-air.

  He ractically a Shuriken Jinchuriki.

  To challenge such a prodigy in shurikenjutsu? Temari found it foolish. If they wao show off, why not request a puppet demonstration?

  Let the Suna students showcase their mastery of puppetry.

  Young Temari, of course, couldn’t prehend Gojo Kaigetsu’s sinister maations. She simply attributed their behavior to youthful immaturity.

  As Temari predicted, aside from her, all the other Suna students attempted to emute Itachi’s performance.

  And without exception, they all failed miserably. Only one mao hit the outer ring.

  The crowd jeered, while the Konoha Times reporter diligently recorded the se.

  The Suna students dejectedly returo their group.

  After a short break, Hayate, the instructor, approached with a list of names.

  “The following students have passed the first trial, ranked by score: Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Izumi…”

  “If your name wasn’t called, you’ve failed!”

  “Now, everyone, proceed to the Konoha Forest for field training!”

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