Arata sometimes wondered: if Naruto hadn't been so kind-hearted—if he'd been just a bit weaker inside.....he might have snapped long ago.
The Nine-Tails would have consumed him, and Konoha would already be nothing but ashes.
And then there was Konohamaru....the Hokage's pampered grandson. The contrast was almost sickening.
Everyone in the village adored him, and he even had a personal jōnin tutor before entering the academy.
"Hypocrisy at its finest," Arata thought bitterly.
He didn't despise privilege itself; where there were people, there would always be hierarchy.
He himself enjoyed his share of it within both the Uchiha clan and the village.
What he loathed was selective justice.....giving your own blood every advantage while treating a hero's orphan like a tool.
And so, Arata made his decision. He had the Uzumaki mother and daughter settled near Naruto's home, ensuring they would become part of his life.
It was, in a way, a quiet act of rebellion.....and a small form of redemption for what the boy had suffered.
Besides, Arata was curious. "Let's see," he thought with a wry smile, "if Naruto grows up alongside Karin, will he still be so hopelessly hung up on that pink-haired girl later?"
After finalizing the arrangements, Arata's expression darkened.
His patience was wearing thin.
"Anything else?" he asked curtly. "If not, I'm leaving."
The Hokage immediately straightened up. "A–Arata-kun, the materials you requested....I've finished copying them all.
They're in the vault. Please wait a moment.....I'll bring them right away!"
Without waiting for a reply, Hiruzen stubbed out his pipe and hurried into the secret room behind his office.
Arata watched, unimpressed, as the old man shuffled back and forth five times before finally hauling out more than ten enormous scrolls....each as large as the Scroll of Seals itself.
He stacked them neatly across the Hokage's desk until it was completely covered.
"These," Hiruzen said, panting slightly, "are all the documents and records I've duplicated for you.
They include Konoha's ninjutsu, secret techniques, medical recipes, bloodline limit descriptions, clan-specific arts, barrier and sensory techniques.....even the Mokuton ninjutsu left behind by the First Hokage.
"There are also compiled intelligence reports....hidden histories, power structures, and information on major shinobi forces across the continent."
Arata's eyes gleamed faintly as he looked over the desk.
He could tell the collection was exhaustive. Hiruzen had basically copied everything.....from the Senju clan archives to Konoha's deepest secrets.
Decades of knowledge, now condensed into one collection.
With this information alone, Arata thought, even if Konoha were to vanish tomorrow, he could rebuild it from the ground up.
Each scroll was sealed, their contents far exceeding their visible size.
And since no one else was present....only Hiruzen, whose mind was still bound under Arata's control.....there was no need to hide anything.
Activating his Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, Arata invoked his spatial dojutsu: Takamagahara.
In an instant, every scroll on the desk shimmered with light and vanished.....transported to a secure chamber within his private island.
Hiruzen's eyes widened in disbelief. Even after decades of experience, he couldn't help but gasp softly.
"Tch… s–space-time ninjutsu?!"
For all his cunning, even the old fox couldn't mask the awe and dread trembling in his voice.
The Third Hokage inhaled sharply as he watched Uchiha Arata vanish the scrolls from the desk into thin air.
"Space–Time Ninjutsu…" he whispered, his voice trembling with awe.
Power might not have made him the strongest in the ninja world, but in terms of knowledge and experience, the Third Hokage stood among the very best.
Yet even he hadn't expected that Uchiha Arata...who already possessed illusionary power strong enough to silently control others.....had also mastered the most mysterious of all arts: space–time ninjutsu.
In the ninja world, anyone capable of manipulating time and space stood above ordinary shinobi.
Even a weaker fighter, with mastery of such techniques, could leap entire levels in strength.
And if one wasn't good at fighting, such mastery still meant one thing....supreme survivability.
Just like the Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze.....the man famed for the Flying Thunder God.
Had he not chosen to sacrifice himself alongside his wife for the sake of his duty as Hokage, no one in that era could have killed him.
As the Third Hokage's thoughts raced, Arata had already cleared the desk, sweeping away all the scrolls in one elegant motion.
Lifting his gaze to the still–shocked Hokage, he said calmly,
"You'll keep the fact that I know space–time ninjutsu a secret. It stays in your stomach.....no one else hears of it."
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