"That old geezer Sarutobi's just a pile of bones in a coffin. I'm the guy who's gonna be Hokage someday!"
Makoto Uchiha kept the "King of the Ninja World" part under wraps—didn't wanna spook the crowd.
He tipped his chin up, poking Fugaku's thigh. "Chief, how come you never square up with Sarutobi Hiruzen?"
"Quit embarrassing the clan. Step up! Be the badass Uchiha leader we deserve!"
Makoto knew the timeline from "Otsutsuki Shen·Black Zetsu·Incense: Moon-Splitting Mom Rescue Saga" inside out. The Third War was still raging; Konoha was drowning in problems.
If Fugaku actually grew a spine, Sarutobi would be the one sweating.
His three-piece hype kit left Fugaku stunned, mouth flapping like a fish. This kid's got a death wish.
The hawk faction around them lit up like torches, knuckles white.
"Young Master Makoto's the future of the Uchiha!" one hissed, voice buzzing.
"Two and a half, already awakened Sharingan, and shut down that slimy Danzō? Way more guts than Fugaku!"
"He'll drag us back to the top of the ninja world!"
Whispers rippled. Crimson Sharingan flickered on like wildfire in the dark. Everyone thought Itachi and Shisui were peak talent—turns out there was a bigger monster.
The Great Elder stroked his snow-white beard, eyeing Makoto's calm swagger. "Makoto, you're a full-package prodigy."
Makoto stayed cool, all humble. "Compared to your eagle-eye wisdom, Elder? My little gifts ain't much."
"HA!" The Elder's cane shook with laughter, eyes gleaming.
Kid's got another skill: skin thicker than armor.
Add a black heart to that? Recipe for a killer leader.
Fugaku fell short every time. The Elder mentally roasted him again.
After some mutual ego-stroking with the hawks, the Elder invited Makoto to the next clan meeting.
Makoto shook his head hard. Uchiha clan meetings? Even dogs walk out shaking their heads—zero efficiency.
"Dead tired. Nap time."
He ditched Itachi's hand and bolted home. He had a shiny new S-rank space-time jutsu to geek out over: Flying Thunder God.
Itachi watched him go, worry all over his face. Fugaku stared at the corner Makoto vanished around, expression tangled.
Glancing at the fired-up hawks, he sighed. If there was anyone else, I'd quit this chief gig in a heartbeat. Too much pressure.
In the Hokage's office, Sarutobi stared toward the Uchiha district, pipe ember glowing.
This Uchiha kid was a seed buried deep in Konoha's roots. Would he grow into a guardian tree… or punch a hole straight through the sky?
Gotta sit him down, teach him the true Will of Fire. Make him feel it—selfless devotion to the village.
From Itachi and Shisui, Uchiha geniuses eat that stuff up.
Sarutobi fancied himself a pro at the Will of Fire pep talk.
Meanwhile, Danzō lurked in the damp Root base, one eye glinting off a kunai.
If the Third War wasn't on, Konoha's Shadow, Root's boss, Hokage aide, next-in-line Hokage contender Danzō would've stormed the Uchiha compound and dragged Makoto out himself.
"Watch every Uchiha exit."
"That evil spawn steps foot outside? Kill on sight."
In the shadows, a dozen masked Root ninjas knelt. "Yes, Lord Danzō!"—voices flat as stone.
Night wind swept Konoha's streets. ANBU scurried over Hokage Rock like busy ants, scrubbing Makoto's "art."
Below, a little blond kid with whisker marks stared up, bucket of paint in sweaty hands.
The "green-haired" Fourth Hokage statue sparkled under the moon.
He wanted to stop the weird masked grown-ups from ruining the masterpiece, but couldn't. Brows scrunched into knots.
Watching the rock go back to boring, his heart sank.
Wish I could apprentice under the artist…
…
Makoto pushed open the gate. Wind scattered leaves; night birds fluttered.
Mikoto stood in the yard, anxiously peering out—she'd heard from the police force he'd caused a scene.
Seeing him safe, she exhaled. No scolding, just soft: "Hungry?"
He shook his head—clan hawks had stuffed him with snacks.
Sasuke, all twitchy, went full tsundere the second Makoto walked in.
"No need to worry. The Third Hokage and his aide think highly of me. Big things coming!"
Technically true. No clue what Sarutobi was plotting, but he'd left an impression. Danzō? Probably sharpening kunai with Makoto's name on them.
That's attention.
Quick chat with Mikoto and Sasuke, then he locked himself in his room to nerd out on Flying Thunder God.
He pulled the kunai from earlier—the "suicide prop" from the Hokage Building. Fingertip traced the cold blade.
Flying Thunder God chakra pathways lit up in his mind like glowing veins—every node, trick, even mid-teleport balance adjustments, crystal clear.
S-rank space-time jutsu, courtesy of Second Hokage Tobirama Senju.
Guy trash-talked Uchiha nonstop, but his jutsu game? Top-tier.
Flying Thunder God Slash—a B-rank offshoot—straight-up bodied Madara's brother Izuna.
Flying Thunder God, Reanimation… every one flipped the ninja world upside down.
Dude's dead, but his legacy's everywhere.
Minato took it to flower level. Third War? Rock ninjas ran screaming from the "Yellow Flash."
Makoto touched his black hair, smirked. Kinda wanna be a yellow flash too… but not the hair kind.
After soaking it in, he had to admit: [Naruto World Online] was cracked.
Instant mastery—no grinding like Minato. Straight unlock.
Player shop price? Astronomical. Freebie jackpot.
Now designing his seal. Tobirama used symbols, Minato used text—kinda basic.
Needed something unique. He stared at the kunai handle, brainstormed, then etched a one-of-a-kind mark.
Blood-red heart outlined in curling black tendrils like tangled snakes. Center: a teardrop crimson pupil, glowing faintly under moonlight.
Every curve screamed temptation with a side of evil—straight from his past-life succubus tattoo knowledge. 100% original in the ninja world.
Seal locked in. He twirled the kunai under the moon; the mark cast dancing shadows on the wall.
Smirked—perfect.
But the kunai itself? Kinda ugly. Practicality mid.
Like Minato, he'd commission custom ones later. Looking cool is a lifelong commitment.
Hokage Rock prank? Massive W.
- Roasted Danzō to silence in person.
- Maxed favor with the hawks.
- Free Flying Thunder God.
Double win—he won twice.
Meanwhile, the Uchiha clan meeting was a zoo.
Yelling every which way, louder than a farmers' market haggling session. Half an hour in, still no agenda.
Suddenly, Uchiha Yakumi from the police force cleared his throat, cutting through the noise.
"The clan head's kids are all freak-level talented…"