Ino raised her head and was stunned.
Standing at the doorway was a little boy of about three years old.
He wore a small dark blue kimono, his collar was neat, his hair pitch-black, and his features delicate.
At this moment, he was sizing up the three people in the room.
The newcomer was none other than Mirai Uchiha.
"What's this? He's just a little kid."
Ino breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and walked toward the door.
Sakura also edged closer, her eyes lighting up:
"Wow! What a cute little boy!"
She squatted down and reached out to pinch Mirai's chubby cheeks.
The touch was soft and springy, and Sakura couldn't help but pinch them again.
Even the usually shy Hinata walked over and gently rubbed his head.
As a reincarnator, Mirai was so "ravaged" by these three young girls that his cheeks were pinched red and his hair was totally messed up.
He couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed.
He pushed away the hands in front of him, took two steps back, and flushed as he adjusted his collar and hair, his babyish voice carrying a touch of annoyance:
"Hey! Can you guys show me some respect!"
"I, Mirai Uchiha, am Gento Uchiha's son!"
The three girls froze for a moment.
Ino was the first to react, and far from stopping, she smiled and pinched his cheeks again:
"No wonder you look so cute, so you're Teacher Gento's son!"
"Come, come, let big sister pinch you again!"
Sakura refused to be outdone and pinched his cheek from the other side:
"Hehe, hello there, little Mirai. We're going to live here too from now on, please look after us!"
Mirai was pincer-attacked by the two of them from both sides, his cheeks squeezed out of shape.
He wanted to resist, but his three-year-old short arms were simply no match for two twelve-year-old girls.
Hinata also squatted in front of him, looking at him gently, and said softly:
"Please look after us from now on."
Mirai finally gave up struggling.
Though his face was kneaded into various shapes, his mind was far from calm.
In his past life, although these three older sisters were often brought into the palace by his father, they had never directly moved in.
This subtle change indicated one thing: the original timeline had already changed!
Just then, Ino interrupted his thoughts.
"Hey, little Mirai, how old are you this year?"
Ino finally let go of her hand.
"Three years old."
Mirai adjusted his messy clothes, expressionless.
"So cool at just three years old, what will you be like when you grow up?"
Sakura let out a chuckle and rubbed his hair.
...
Over the next few days, Gento was busy making arrangements for the other Genin from the Leaf.
Two hundred Genin had to be distributed among more than twenty Uchiha Jonin squads, while also considering each Genin's talent characteristics, personality, development direction, and compatibility with their guiding teacher.
This was no simple task.
Albeit with Mabui's assistance in organizing files, listing tables, and offering suggestions...
He only needed to make the final decisions.
Moreover, if Mabui hadn't been constantly "ambushed" and distracted by Gento while organizing the files, the progress would have been even faster.
Days later, all the arrangements were finally finalized.
The Genin met with their respective guiding teachers in batches.
Everyone was very satisfied with the arrangements made by Hidden Gento Village.
Every single Uchiha guiding teacher was a battle-hardened Jonin, individuals who could hold their own even in the Hidden Leaf.
Mabui placed the final confirmation document on Gento's desk:
"My Lord, the guiding teachers for the Leaf Genin have all been assigned."
"Furthermore, many squads have already begun accepting mission requests."
"Next, we just have to wait for the various squads to coordinate and adapt on their own."
Gento nodded and stood up:
"Speaking of missions, I should also go take a look at the Mission Hall."
"Having taken in a few disciples these past few days, it's also time to take them out for some training."
Mabui bowed slightly, watching him leave.
The Mission Hall was located in the central area of Hidden Gento Village.
People came and went before the entrance in an endless stream.
Since Hidden Gento Village began cooperating with the Hidden Leaf, the volume of mission requests had reached a new level.
The mission scrolls in the hall piled up like mountains, and the staff responsible for registration were kept incredibly busy.
Fugaku was in his second-floor office reviewing the accounts when he heard a knock on the door. He raised his head, saw Gento walking in, and hurriedly stood up to bow:
"Clan Head."
Gento waved his hand, signaling him that there was no need for formalities:
"I came to see if there are any suitable missions."
"I've taken in three disciples and plan to take them out for some training."
A flash of understanding crossed Fugaku's eyes.
He walked over to the cabinet by the wall, took out a scroll from a drawer, and presented it with both hands:
"This is the list of all unassigned missions. Please have a look, Clan Head."
Gento took the scroll, unfurled it, and slowly scanned his eyes over the densely packed mission entries.
Escort missions, subjugation missions, material transport, intelligence gathering...
Most of them were conventional C-rank and B-rank requests.
They were either escorting merchant caravans across borders or helping certain small countries drive away troublesome bandits.
These missions were good training for ordinary Genin, but for his disciples, they were far too simple.
The system required a "deep impression" and "establishing emotional bonds."
Ordinary missions simply could not satisfy this.
His gaze continued to sweep downward.
Suddenly, he paused.
Land of Ogres, S-rank mission.
[Travel to the Land of Ogres to assist Priestess Shion in sealing the unsealed demon, "Moryo."]
The mission description mentioned that Moryo was a demon sealed by the Priestess of the Land of Ogres. Now that the seal was loosening, shinobi were needed to assist in reinforcing it.
The mission risk was extremely high.
A slight smile appeared at the corners of Gento's mouth.
Land of Ogres, Shion, Moryo.
Of course he remembered this plotline.
In the original movie, Shion was a priestess with the ability to predict death. She predicted that Naruto would die, but in the end, Naruto changed his fate and sealed Moryo.
This mission not only met the requirement of leaving a "deep impression," but would also allow his disciples to build trust and emotional bonds when facing a powerful enemy.
As for that demon called Moryo...
Before his current self, it was nothing more than a stray dog on the side of the road.
He could easily seal it using the Rinnegan's "Chibaku Tensei," so it could be said to pose no threat.
That said, for his three Genin disciples, it should be a terrifying enough opponent.
He could let his disciples go first, and when they could no longer hold out, he would make a "timely" appearance.
This would both train them without putting them in actual mortal danger.
And more importantly, Gento was also very curious about this priestess named Shion.
She could pierce through the mist of the future to see a person's ultimate fate.
Could his own future fate be seen by her?
What would his future look like?
"I'll take this mission."
Gento closed the scroll.
Fugaku glanced at the mission number and frowned slightly:
"Clan Head, this mission is S-rank, and the danger level is quite high. I am afraid it is not suitable for training three Genin..."
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Gento interrupted him with a smile and turned to leave.
By the time he returned to the palace, it was already night.
He had a servant call his three female disciples to the main hall.
Ino, Sakura, and Hinata rushed over, having changed into the casual kimonos provided by the palace, their hair still a bit damp, clearly having just bathed.
The three of them knelt side-by-side in the guest seats, their expressions varying.
Ino immediately spoke up with a curious look:
"Teacher, is there something you need since you called us so late?"
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