"Can be analyzed but not actively used?"
"Isn't that basically giving me a buff so I can learn it?"
Hearing the system prompt, Jin's eyes flickered slightly.
The Eight Gates Formation—Gate of Death.
The ultimate taijutsu that blooms by burning away one's life…
Even though it was only a fragmented "experience version," the mysteries contained within—about explosive life energy, about the extreme limits of pure power—were of immeasurable value.
"And besides… power gained by burning life…"
Uchiha Arata murmured to himself, his fingertips rubbing against the "Little Sun."
Warm to the touch.
Faintly, there was even a nearly imperceptible stream of warmth that flowed from his fingers into his body, quietly nourishing the slight fatigue brought on by high-intensity use of ocular techniques.
"If I remember correctly, Wood Release without Hashirama cells also counts as a kind of life-burning secret art, doesn't it?"
"If the two are combined… would there be a new surprise?"
Thinking of this, the corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
Konoha's night was still long.
And the current shift in power was only the beginning.
How that power would be used next depended on whether Fugaku could handle it well.
With Hyuga Hiashi and the Nara clan involved, even if Fugaku were incompetent, nothing too disastrous would happen.
And besides—Fugaku wasn't incompetent.
Setting aside his tendency to hesitate, he was actually quite capable when it came to managing clan affairs.
As for Jin himself, what he needed to think about was—
how to improve his own strength,
and how to deal with the undercurrents that would follow.
Konoha's transfer of power was bound to attract the attention of those with ulterior motives.
That muscle-brained speed freak and the big-nosed little old man were probably already getting restless.
Add to that the Akatsuki, which was gradually beginning to form its core…
The real challenge had only just begun.
Jin sighed softly. Then he shifted slightly, resting his head on his arm as he drifted into sleep.
Compared to lying flat on his back, he preferred sleeping half-prone.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
At the instant he fell into deep sleep, two black shadows shot through the darkness along the edges of the Uchiha compound!
"Is that guy really going to be on the courtyard wall?"
Yamanaka Fūta—blond-haired—kept his face taut, his eyes filled with anger and grief.
As one of Danzō's subordinates, he had learned mid-mission that—
their leader was dead.
The boss he had followed painstakingly for so many years had been assassinated by a mere child!
The moment he heard the news, he hadn't hesitated at all.
He abandoned his mission and returned to Konoha—
for revenge.
On the other side,
Aburame Torune's black robe fluttered as a thin purple mist silently seeped from his sleeves.
"There's no mistake. We observed him for years—he almost always spends the night on the courtyard wall."
As he spoke, his expression didn't change at all.
But his voice was frighteningly heavy—
and tinged with grief.
"Huff…" He took a deep breath and warned, "This child is very abnormal. We might…"
Before he could finish, Yamanaka Fūta shook his head.
His sandy-yellow hair stirred faintly in the night.
"Die?"
"Lord Danzō is dead. Right now, all I want is revenge!"
As the words fell, his hate-filled eyes locked tightly onto the courtyard wall—
fixating on the small, sleeping figure atop it!
"For Lord Danzō!"
"Secret Technique: Poison Dust Jutsu!"
Aburame Torune roared lowly as he rapidly mobilized the nano-scale venom insects throughout his body, gathering them between his hands.
Then he gently blew forward—
Huff!
Bzzzz—
In an instant, the purple nano-scale venom insects fused into a mass, the toxic mist writhing through the night like a living serpent.
This was the secret technique he relied on to survive—
his ultimate trump card that allowed him to move through countless battlefields unscathed!
By using nano-scale poison insects to contaminate the surrounding environment on a massive scale—
anyone who inhaled the mist would die!
Not to mention a mere child—
even a Kage-level expert would suffer severe bodily damage if they inhaled it carelessly!
Seeing this, Yamanaka Fūta shed his grief.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, his hands forming seals rapidly in front of him.
His spirit instantly condensed into a sharp spike and shot forward!
"Mind Body Switch Technique!"
Almost simultaneously, their killing blows followed one after another!
Same target.
The Mind Body Switch would control Jin's body.
The nano-scale poison insects would destroy it!
Perfect coordination—death upon contact!
Wumm—
The poisonous mist quickly enveloped the courtyard wall.
"Perfect! He didn't have any defenses at all!"
Seeing his insects succeed, Aburame Torune couldn't help clenching his fist. He then looked at his companion with admiration.
"As expected of you, Fūta. You actually managed to lock him down completely."
The poison insects were quiet, but there was always a chance they'd be noticed.
Yet Uchiha Arata hadn't reacted at all!
Which meant only one thing—
his teammate, Yamanaka Fūta, had succeeded.
"Did I control him?"
Hearing that, Yamanaka Fūta scratched his head in confusion.
Staring at the motionless boy on the wall, something felt off.
"What's wrong, Fūta?"
"I… I think… I didn't enter his inner world at all…"
Yamanaka Fūta frowned, uncertain.
The moment those words fell, the smile on Aburame Torune's face froze.
Didn't enter?
So… he hadn't controlled him at all?
The two immediately realized something was wrong and turned back toward the wall.
But the courtyard wall—where someone had been lying just moments ago—was now completely empty.
Only the poison insects remained.
Torune's expression changed. "We might be exposed. Retreat—now!"
"Retreat? Retreat where, you two?"
Just as they were about to turn around, a youthful voice suddenly sounded behind them!
It wasn't loud, but in the dead of night it sounded like a devil's whisper steeped in gloom.
Their entire backs prickled—
a bone-chilling sensation crawling up their spines!
Drip.
A bead of cold sweat appeared on Torune's cheek.
Because of his protective suit, it didn't fall, only clinging stickily to his skin.
"W-when… did you move behind us?"
Aburame Torune lifted his head, and a boy gradually entered his field of vision.
It was Uchiha Arata.
But what truly terrified them—
was that Jin was looking down at them.
You had to understand, both of them were not short, even among ninja.
And Uchiha Arata was only a little over ten years old!
Even if he were well-developed, there was no way he could be taller than them!
Realizing this, Torune hurriedly lowered his gaze.
Only then did he see it—
Jin was floating in midair.
"Flying? You can actually use a flight technique?!"
He cried out in shock, his voice filled with disbelief.
"What?! That's impossible!"
That snapped the stunned Yamanaka Fūta back to his senses.
Flight!
An ability almost no one in the ninja world could master.
Across all of Konoha, there were many powerful figures—
yet not a single one could fly!
And now—
on a young Uchiha boy—
they were witnessing flight!
His heart slowly sank.
In a daze, a strange thought even surfaced:
Lord Danzō… didn't die unjustly.
"Country bumpkins."
In response, Jin offered only three short words.
Though where no one could see—
he was secretly stepping on his left foot with his right.
Beneath his feet, the silver glow of Three Feet Before Me condensed into a thin layer of mist.
Holding him up.
Like invisible steps in the air.
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