'That old monkey Hiruzen is nothing but a dried-up skeleton in a grave. I will eventually become the man who becomes Hokage!'
Makoto hadn't shouted his ambition to become the King of the Shinobi World yet, afraid of scaring these people.
Makoto slightly lifted his chin, his fingertips even poking Fugaku's thigh: "Clan Head, why don't you dare to fight Sarutobi Hiruzen?"
"Don't be so disgraceful in the future! Be more spirited! Be a proper Uchiha Clan's Clan Head!"
Based on Makoto's understanding of the 'Otsutsuki Black Zetsu: Splitting the Moon to Save Mother' timeline, the Third Shinobi World War wasn't over yet. Konoha was currently facing internal and external troubles.
If Fugaku truly dared to be tough, the one who should be anxious was Hiruzen.
The three-part trolling set hit Fugaku like a ton of bricks. He opened his mouth but didn't speak, 'This kid really had a hard head, wasn't he afraid of death?'
Hearing these words, the eyes of many hawkish clansmen around lit up like freshly ignited torches, their clenched knuckles turning white.
"Makoto-sama is definitely the future of our Uchiha Clan!" Someone whispered in a suppressed voice, full of barely contained excitement.
"Awakened the Sharingan at two and a half, and even rendered the strong, overbearing, and sinister Danzo speechless. He's far more spirited than Clan Head Fugaku!"
"He'll surely lead our Uchiha Clan back to the pinnacle of the Shinobi World in the future!"
Soft discussions arose around Makoto.
Crimson Sharingan lit up one after another in the crowd, like scattered sparks that could start a prairie fire… they had thought Itachi and Shisui's talents were already exceptional, but unexpectedly, there was an even higher-level expert.
The Uchiha Clan's Great Elder stroked his snow-white beard, looking at Makoto's unperturbed demeanor, and couldn't help but praise: "Makoto, I must say, you are truly an all-around genius."
Hearing this, Makoto's expression remained calm, his tone quite modest: "Compared to your ability of having discerning eyes, Great Elder, what is my little talent worth?"
"Hahaha…" The Great Elder laughed until his cane trembled, his turbid eyes sparkling shrewdly.
He saw another merit of this kid, thick-skinned.
Plus, a black heart. Being thick-skinned and black-hearted were essential qualities for most excellent rulers.
Fugaku fell far short. Every time he saw Makoto's excellence, the Great Elder couldn't help but mentally pull Fugaku out and criticize him a few times.
After Makoto and the hawkish clansmen exchanged a few rounds of mutual business flattery, the Great Elder even invited him to participate in the upcoming clan meeting.
Hearing this, Makoto shook his head directly. As everyone knew, even a dog would shake its head at an Uchiha Clan's meeting… the efficiency was extremely low.
"I'm too tired, I'm going back to sleep first."
He refused outright, then shook off Itachi's hand and walked quickly towards his own house. He was eager to study the newly acquired S-Rank Space-Time Ninjutsu, Flying Thunder God Technique.
Itachi watched his retreating back, his eyes full of worry. Fugaku watched Makoto's figure quickly disappear around the corner, his expression complex.
He glanced at the excited hawkish clansmen around him, a complex sigh rolling in his throat. If there was a suitable candidate to take over, he, Uchiha Fugaku, truly didn't want to be this Clan Head… the pressure was too great.
In the distant Hokage's Office, Hiruzen was still looking towards the Uchiha Clan's compound. The embers in his pipe flickered uncertainly, reflecting the complexity in his eyes.
Makoto was like a seed buried deep within Konoha. He didn't know if it would grow into a towering tree sheltering the village or completely tear open this sky.
He must find an opportunity to properly give him lessons, teach him the true essence of the Will of Fire, make him understand from the bottom of his heart what the true Will of Fire is, and guide him onto the correct path of selfless dedication to Konoha.
Judging from the performance of geniuses like Itachi and Shisui, geniuses of the Uchiha Clan easily 'accepted' his Will of Fire.
Sarutobi believed himself quite experienced in teaching the 'Will of Fire'.
Meanwhile, Danzo's figure had already appeared in the dark, damp Root's base. His exposed single eye reflected the cold glint of a kunai, full of ferocity.
If it weren't for the ongoing Third Shinobi World War, he, the Darkness of Konoha, Leader of Root, Hokage Advisor, the strongest contender for the next Hokage, Shimura Danzo, would have led his men to charge into the Uchiha Clan's compound and forcibly arrest Makoto.
"Keep a close watch on every exit of the Uchiha Clan's compound."
"If that inherently evil Uchiha brat dares to come out, kill him on sight!"
In the shadows of the underground chamber, over a dozen Root's members wearing masks knelt on one knee, their voices uniform, like a stone hitting the ground: "Yes, Danzo-sama!"
The night wind swept through Konoha's streets.
On the Hokage Rock, Anbu members were busy clearing away Makoto's artistic creations.
Below the rock, a little blond boy looked up, the six whisker-like marks on his face faintly visible under the moonlight.
He held a large bucket of paint, his palms sweaty. Gazing at the four colorful statues on the rock, especially the Yondaime Hokage with 'green hair', his eyes shone as if stars had fallen into them.
He wanted to stop these strange adults wearing various masks from destroying the art, but couldn't stop them. His little brows were furrowed into knots.
Watching the artistic Hokage Rock about to return to its previous state, the little blond felt full of disappointment, suddenly thinking inwardly:
'I wish I could apprentice under the person who painted this.'
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When Makoto pushed open his courtyard gate, the wind he raised scattered a few leaves, startling several night birds under the eaves.
In the yard, Mikoto was looking towards the gate with worry. Earlier, due to the Military Police Force's notification, everyone knew Makoto had caused a huge mess.
Seeing Makoto return, Mikoto breathed a long sigh of relief. Instead of any blame, her tone was gentle:
"Are you hungry?"
Hearing this, Makoto shook his head. The clansmen had given him so much food earlier, so he was still a bit full.
Sasuke, who had looked panicked, instantly turned tsundere upon seeing Makoto.
"Don't worry, the Sandaime Hokage and the Hokage Advisor both think highly of me. I'm destined for greatness in the future!"
This wasn't wrong. Although he didn't know what Sandaime was thinking, he definitely left a deep impression. As for Danzo, he probably wanted to charge into the Uchiha Clan and kill him right now, right?
If this wasn't thinking highly, then what was?
After briefly chatting with Mikoto and Sasuke, Makoto turned and entered his room, closing and locking the door behind him, and began studying the Flying Thunder God Technique.
He took out the kunai he had 'prepared for suicide' earlier in front of the Hokage Tower from his clothes. His fingertips lightly traced the cold blade surface.
Almost simultaneously, the Chakra flow pathways for Flying Thunder God Technique spread out in his mind. Every node was extremely clear, along with various techniques, even including weight adjustment techniques during spatial jumps, all vividly presented.
This S-Rank Space-Time Ninjutsu… created by the Nidaime Hokage, Senju Tobirama.
That old bastard, though he often spouted 'inherently evil Uchiha...', was absolutely first-rate in creating techniques.
Even a B-Rank Ninjutsu derived from the Flying Thunder God Technique, Flying Thunder God Slash, directly took out Madara's brother, Uchiha Izuna.
Flying Thunder God Technique, Flying Thunder God Slash, Impure World Reincarnation... which one hadn't stirred up storms of blood in the Shinobi World? They had affected the Shinobi World's structure multiple times.
It was a case of 'though the brother is dead, his legends are everywhere'.
Yondaime Hokage, Namikaze Minato, even played Flying Thunder God Technique to perfection. During the Third War, he used this Ninjutsu to kill until Iwagakure's Shinobi trembled at the sound of his name, earning the title 'Yellow Flash'.
Thinking of this, Makoto couldn't help but touch his own black hair, the corner of his mouth hooking up. He actually quite wanted to be a blond too, but the blond he meant wasn't the same as Minato's hair color.
After carefully perceiving the Flying Thunder God Technique, he couldn't help but click his tongue inwardly.
'Truly worthy of the golden finger, [Naruto World Online].'
The moment he acquired it, Makoto could even use Flying Thunder God Technique directly, unlike Minato who needed rigorous training. It's directly unlocked for use.
If he had to buy this Ninjutsu in the player store, it wouldn't be cheap. This round was truly a windfall.
Then he began contemplating his own unique Flying Thunder God's mark. Tobirama used pattern marks, Minato used script marks, but both seemed a bit ordinary.
He had to create a unique one. Makoto stared at the handle of the kunai in his hand, pondered for a while, then imprinted an extremely special pattern on it.
The edge of a blood-red heart shape was covered with curled dark patterns, like several small snakes entwined. In the very center of the heart was inlaid a teardrop-shaped crimson pupil, glowing faintly under the moonlight.
Every curve exuded an indescribable temptation, yet hid a hint of wickedness. It was precisely what Makoto knew from his previous life… a Succubus Mark. In the Shinobi World, it was absolutely unique, and no one would recognize it.
After finalizing his unique Flying Thunder God's mark, Makoto held the kunai up, turning it once under the moonlight. The light reflected from the blade cast a swaying shadow on the wall.
Looking at the Succubus Mark on the handle, a satisfied smile lifted the corner of his mouth.
But looking at its practicality, it didn't seem very high, mainly because the kunai itself was somewhat ugly. He frowned slightly.
He planned to specially craft a batch of exclusive kunai in the future, just like Minato. After all, looking cool or not was a matter of a lifetime.
This round of vandalizing the Hokage Rock was an absolute bloody win. He confronted and rendered speechless the Blame Shadow, Shimura Danzo, gained some goodwill from the hawkish clansmen, and even got a free Flying Thunder God Technique. The cost-effectiveness was maxed out.
A blatant win-win… he won twice by himself.
Meanwhile, the Uchiha Clan's meeting venue was in an uproar.
Shouts from the left, comments from the right, noisy like haggling in a market. After half an hour of meeting, they hadn't even decided on a proper agenda yet.
At that moment, the Konoha's Military Police Force's Uchiha Yashiro seemed to suddenly think of something, cleared his throat, his voice overriding the clamor.
"The Clan Head's children all have unbelievably high talent..."
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