Makoto finished pulling up his pants. Looking at the writing on the pale golden panel overlapping with the prompt sound in his mind, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but lift slightly, revealing an extremely bright smile.
He temporarily ignored Fugaku's shouts and directly claimed the mission reward.
With a thought from him, a burst of golden light exclusive to him suddenly exploded before his eyes.
On the virtual panel only he could see, a huge golden wheel appeared, its edges inlaid with flowing light patterns, as if forged from molten solar magma. As it turned, it drew fine golden motes that rustled down onto the back of his hand, warm as pressing against charcoal.
The wheel was densely carved with various S-Rank Ninjutsu... each character shimmering with tiny golden lights, dazzling him momentarily. The spectacle was absolutely maxed out.
Makoto's heart skipped several beats, his fingertips clenched white.
Excitement surged up through his blood vessels, even more intense than if he had won the lottery in his previous life… this was tangible supernatural power.
What man could say no to supernatural power?
Taking a deep breath, he mentally clicked [Start].
The wheel spun rapidly, golden light bands leaving afterimages, as if sweeping away the entire starry sky.
Makoto stared at the names of the S-Rank Ninjutsu flying past, his eyes full of anticipation, thinking inwardly:
"It doesn't need to be too good, just not the lowest possible..." For an S-Rank Ninjutsu that was practically free, he wasn't too picky. One should know contentment to find happiness.
The main reason, honestly, was fear that greater hope would lead to a greater fall. Maintaining an ordinary heart might be better.
As time swiftly passed, the golden wheel's rotation gradually slowed. The golden pointer wavered between [One's Own Life Reincarnation] and [Flying Thunder God Technique].
This made Makoto incredibly nervous inside. He even subconsciously held his breath, his eyes almost pressed against the large golden wheel.
The S-Rank Ninjutsu, One's Own Life Reincarnation was indeed quite bug-like, but its practicality was far less than the S-Rank Ninjutsu, Flying Thunder God Technique.
Finally, the golden pointer wobbled and landed on [S-Rank Ninjutsu: Flying Thunder God Technique].
Pale golden particles, visible only to Makoto, suddenly drifted out from the large wheel, burrowing into the space between his eyebrows like fireflies.
A warm current instantly spread from between his eyebrows throughout his entire body. Countless memories related to the Flying Thunder God Technique flooded his mind, clear as if carved into his bones, as if he had practiced it a thousand times, as if he could use it with a mere lift of his hand.
Makoto blinked, the corners of his mouth lifting uncontrollably, 'Flying Thunder God Technique... the signature move of the Yondaime Hokage, the Yellow Flash, Namikaze Minato.'
Although it was a Ninjutsu created by the Nidaime Hokage, Senju Tobirama, it was truly perfected and made famous by Minato.
The Flying Thunder God Technique's overall capabilities were extremely strong, and it was absolutely a top-tier Ninjutsu among S-Rank Ninjutsu. This round was definitely a surprise among surprises!
Ambushing and escaping, both flourishing. From now on, he would be 'Home-Returning Makoto'.
If anyone provoked him, he'd just mark them with a Flying Thunder God's imprint, and every time he went home, he'd first teleported over to them... the enemy would be driven crazy by annoyance alone.
The thought was particularly thrilling, and he even felt a bit impatient to use it, but now was clearly not the right time.
With Flying Thunder God Technique plus his Resurrection Coin, his life-preserving methods were maxed out, sneaky to the extreme.
He looked down at the Sandaime's sculpture beneath his feet, shifted to avoid the urine stain, and said with extreme 'politeness': "Thanks."
Fugaku, near the Hokage Tower, saw Makoto still dawdling, unwilling to come down, and his tone deepened: "Makoto, come down now!"
In a rather cheerful mood, Makoto directly replied: "Come down directly now?"
Fugaku grunted in affirmation.
Makoto's gaze swept over the distant crowd, spotting Itachi's pale face. A plan for how to smoothly conclude today's matter suddenly formed in his mind.
It was somewhat dangerous, but since obtaining the golden finger [Naruto World Online], his mindset had increasingly tended towards that of a game player.
Taking a deep breath, he directly jumped off the hundred-meter-high Hokage Rock...
The intense weightlessness of free fall instantly made Makoto feel his heart gripped tight. The wind roared in his ears, his face skin trembling from the force.
Makoto's face turned pale instantly, musing inwardly: 'Is this the feeling of nearing death?'
Although he had the Resurrection Coin as a safety net, he was still afraid of pain. But he believed Itachi could save him in time.
Creating an exclusive 'persona' for himself, so that no matter what outrageous things he did in the future, others would understand him… it was like building his reputation in advance.
In this world, reputation is important. For example, his vandalism of the Hokage Rock today... to end smoothly, he'd probably have to rely on himself anyway.
Seeing this scene in front of the Hokage Tower, Itachi's pupils constricted to pinpoints. Before his brain could process the information, his body had already shot forward like an arrow from the bow.
He even momentarily surpassed Shisui, who is known as Shunshin no Shisui.
He left the clansmen behind him, who were also thinking of rescuing Makoto, far behind, taking a far, far leading position.
His black coat left afterimages in the wind, almost flying close to the ground as he flickered towards where Makoto was falling. The huge wave of emotion directly caused him to subconsciously activate the Two Tomoe Sharingan.
The crimson tomoe spun wildly in his pupils, like two restless flames.
He couldn't help but imagine the tragic scene of Makoto smashed into a 'pancake'. The two tomoe in his pupils spun rapidly, now trembling violently due to extreme fear.
His heart felt as if gripped by an invisible iron clamp, even his breath carrying pain like swallowing shards of glass.
The edges of the two tomoe in his pupils suddenly cracked with spider-web fine lines, as if something was about to break out. Excruciating pain exploded from the depths of his eyes, like countless red-hot needles stabbing his eyeballs, but Itachi couldn't care about that now.
Now his eyes held only that falling figure growing closer. Chakra surged madly through his blood vessels, almost bursting through his skin.
The two tomoe in his pupils spun violently, emitting faint crackling sounds as they tore, merging amidst the intense rotation.
"Bzzz-"
A newly born tomoe emerged with a bloody hue, forming a perfect triangle with the other two tomoe… the Three Tomoe Sharingan.
The moment the Sharingan evolved, the world became clearer in Itachi's eyes.
Makoto's falling trajectory was broken down into dense nodes. The patterns of air flow, the angle of wind resistance, all flashed clearly in his Sharingan like flowing water.
This perceptive ability was more than a notch stronger than the Two Tomoe Sharingan, it was a qualitative change. Even his Chakra surged rapidly along with it, his strength increasing swiftly in a short time.
The Three Tomoe Sharingan's boost to strength was far more than just perception.
His speed increased abruptly, the sound of the wind he raised changing pitch. The bluestone beneath his feet cracked finely under his steps.
Just as he was about to reach Makoto's landing point, Itachi's pupils sharply contracted, 'Wrong!'
'Falling from such a height, even if caught, the immense impact would instantly crush Makoto's small body.'
Makoto only needed to kill himself, while Itachi had to consider many more things.
In that split second, as a 'genius' of the Uchiha Clan, Itachi instantly thought of a method.
Itachi's hands formed seals so fast only afterimages remained. Then he bit his finger and shouted low: "Summoning Technique!"
"Caw caw-"
A dark mass of crows flapped out from the smoke, the sound of their wings beating overwhelming the wind.
They were swift as lightning, with extreme precision, grabbing Makoto's clothes and pants in mid-air, as if pulling countless kite strings, forcibly slowing his descent.
Finally, with a soft 'thud', Makoto's feet gently touched the ground.
Compared to Makoto's pale little face, Itachi's face was more like rice paper soaked in water, white and translucent, his lips trembling slightly.
Itachi hurried forward, carefully inspecting Makoto, afraid he might be injured.
Makoto stared at the Three Tomoe Sharingan in Itachi's eyes, slightly stunned.
Having rewatched 'Five Village Melee: The Legend of the Eyeballs' countless times in his previous life, Makoto was very clear about Itachi's growth trajectory.
First, the simple-minded Fugaku took the four-year-old Itachi to experience the Third Shinobi World War firsthand.
The intensity of the Third Shinobi World War far exceeded the First and Second Shinobi World Wars. Having personally witnessed the brutality of the battlefield, Itachi deeply detested war from a young age and desperately longed for peace.
He graduated early from the Academy at the top of his class at age seven, and was targeted by the old Sandaime, who insanely PUA'd him.
Sandaime praised him for being able to think from a Hokage's perspective. Those words sounded wrong no matter how you heard them. You, an Uchiha, can't become Hokage, yet you think from a Hokage's perspective?
Analyzing pros and cons from a Hokage's angle? Isn't that just pure mental illness?
At age eight, during a mission, his companion was killed by Uchiha Obito, and he awakened the Sharingan in anger.
And he directly angrily opened the Two Tomoe, skipping the One Tomoe stage entirely.
Now he had even directly opened the Three Tomoe Sharingan, much faster than in the original work.
The original plot had already begun to change in subtle details due to Makoto's appearance. The future Shinobi World, with his presence, would likely become even more exciting.
"What are you looking at?" Itachi felt uncomfortable under Makoto's stare and raised his hand to poke his forehead heavily.
For the first time, he spoke sternly to Makoto: "From now on, don't joke with your life!"
His voice still trembled slightly, but carried unquestionable seriousness. The three tomoe slowly rotated in his eyes, reflecting the dust on Makoto's face.
Itachi inconspicuously deactivated the Three Tomoe Sharingan, then took Makoto's hand and walked towards the Hokage Tower… today's matter wasn't over yet.
Looking from afar at the Konoha's All-Star lineup in front of the Hokage Tower, Makoto couldn't help but muse inwardly.
"Never mind me now, even Ultraman would flash red facing this lineup..."
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