As soon as Renya pushed open the door, he saw a group of people turn to look at him.
"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt."
Renya hadn't known that that old bastard Senju Tobirama was holding a meeting in here!
If he had known, he definitely wouldn't have barged in like this.
He never knocked when coming to the Hokage's office—never had that habit. He usually just pushed the door open and walked right in.
It had never been a problem before, so how was he supposed to know there'd be so many people here this time?
The various clan leaders all had the same expression when they saw Renya carrying a lunch box.
They instinctively turned their gazes toward Senju Tobirama and Uchiha Tanaka.
News that Renya had completely left the Uchiha clan had already spread throughout the village.
A genius of the Uchiha, cutting ties with his clan—that kind of thing didn't go unnoticed.
Just what had happened between them?
Senju Tobirama sat upright in his chair, silent, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.
Uchiha Tanaka noticed the glances from those around him, and his expression turned unpleasant.
These damned bastards—are they enjoying the Uchiha clan's drama?
He activated his Sharingan and swept a cold gaze across the room.
The clan leaders, meeting Uchiha Tanaka's eyes, instinctively lowered their heads.
The Uchiha were a powerful clan—not people you offended lightly.
One by one, their curiosity quickly vanished.
With a snort, Uchiha Tanaka deactivated his Sharingan.
"I brought you your lunch."
Renya lifted the food box in his hand and walked toward Senju Tobirama.
The office was crowded with people, barely any space to walk.
The clan heads all shifted aside to make way for Renya.
"Sorry, coming through." Renya stopped in front of Uchiha Tanaka. "You're in my way."
It wasn't like Renya was trying to pick a fight—it just happened that Uchiha Tanaka was standing right in the middle, blocking his path.
The people around watched the two with curious expressions.
Would Uchiha Tanaka step aside?
After all, it was Uchiha Tanaka who had driven Renya out of the clan.
There was definitely something fishy between these two...
Uchiha Tanaka remained motionless, towering over Renya as he looked down.
At fourteen, Renya was only about 1.6 meters tall, barely reaching Tanaka's chest.
"Didn't you hear me?" Renya looked up, a bit impatient. "I told you to move."
Uchiha Tanaka's face darkened. He felt like Renya was deliberately challenging his authority, and activated his Sharingan again.
Renya activated his Sharingan as well, glaring back without backing down.
What, Sharingan? It's not like I don't have one!
At this distance, if he suddenly struck with a kunai, this guy would die instantly.
Too bad... there were too many people watching.
It was a missed opportunity to kill Uchiha Tanaka—what a shame.
Uchiha Tanaka was seething with rage.
This damned traitor!
If it weren't for Senju Tobirama, he'd already be a corpse.
Seeing the tension between the two rising to the brink, the clan leaders resumed their expressions.
They knew it—there was beef between Uchiha Tanaka and Renya!
They couldn't let an actual fight break out.
The Hokage-sama was right there watching, after all.
Besides, everyone knew that Renya was Senju Tobirama's adopted son.
And the Uchiha were a stubborn bunch. If this kept going, there was no doubt a fight would break out…
So finally, a clever one stepped in to smooth things over.
A middle-aged man with pineapple hair stepped aside and smiled.
"Renya-jōnin, come through this way."
"Yes, yes, come through here," several other clan heads hurried to clear a path.
Renya walked in through the space they cleared.
"Thanks."
As he passed by the pineapple-haired man, Renya didn't forget to thank him.
Damn, finally someone gave him an out.
As expected, the Nara clan were smart people.
Seeing Renya sensibly backing off, Uchiha Tanaka snorted coldly.
If that brat hadn't backed off, he wouldn't have minded teaching him a lesson.
As long as he didn't kill, even Senju Tobirama couldn't do anything to him.
After squeezing through all that, Renya finally made it.
When he saw Senju Tobirama staring out the window in a daze, he was instantly irritated.
Damn it, so that's why that old bastard didn't say anything earlier.
He was spacing out!
Bang—
Renya slammed the lunch box down on the table.
"I brought your lunch," he said, clearly annoyed.
Senju Tobirama looked at the box and subconsciously swallowed.
He hadn't eaten all day—of course he was hungry.
But they were in the middle of a meeting—no time to eat now.
Renya left right after delivering the food. With war looming, he was busy with training and poison development—he didn't have time to waste here.
After Renya left, Senju Tobirama resumed the meeting.
Only... as time went on, the scent from the lunch box began to waft through the air.
Senju Tobirama kept swallowing subconsciously. Just what had that brat cooked? Why did it smell so damn good?
One of the clan heads sitting close to the desk sniffed the air.
The Inuzuka clan leader whispered, "Smells amazing!"
"You smell it too? Seems like it's coming from the food box..."
"Hokage-sama eats this well?!"
"You think Renya made it himself?"
"Renya doesn't seem like the cooking type."
"Bull, Renya's cooking is amazing!"
"Huh? How do you know that?!"
"My son used to be his classmate. He told me himself."
Several clan heads murmured among themselves.
Senju Tobirama listened to their discussion, his face twitching.
All he wanted now was to finish the meeting as fast as possible and get these clan heads out of here.
...
Senju Tobirama's residence.
Renya returned home and reheated the now-cold dishes.
After eating, he went to the training grounds to practice the Fire Release jutsu he'd obtained from the Uchiha predecessors.
As expected of legacy techniques—these jutsu were a perfect fit for him.
It felt like they had been tailor-made for him…
Fire Release had a wide area of effect—perfect for the battlefield.
But its range was still limited; it usually couldn't reach too far.
In real combat, Renya preferred using weapons.
Shuriken had better range than ninjutsu and didn't require hand signs.
A katana paired with the Sharingan's genjutsu gave him a clear edge in close combat.
Adding poison to the blade raised his winning chances even more.
Renya had no major weaknesses in ninjutsu, taijutsu, or genjutsu.
All thanks to years of relentless training...
"Looks like it's time to teach me the Flying Thunder God."
Renya murmured softly.
Once he learned the Flying Thunder God Technique, his life in the ninja world would be much safer.
Can't win? Just teleport away.
As long as the mark was in place, instant movement was possible.
Space-time ninjutsu really played by its own rules.
The fact that Senju Tobirama invented it—he really was a genius!
Still, Renya couldn't understand—how could someone with such a broken technique like Flying Thunder God end up dying to the Gold and Silver Brothers?
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