Believe what you want, Obito,"
Raizen replied calmly.
Obito was warm and earnest on the surface…
but deep inside, he was the type to go mad for love.
Rin's death would become his turning point.....
and for his dream of Infinite Tsukuyomi, he'd sacrifice anything.
Even Minato's child.
Because of Obito, Naruto had become an orphan the day he was born.
Minato and Kushina had treated Obito kindly
it didn't matter.
A man willing to destroy the world over heartbreak was not someone Raizen intended to get close to.
"That's enough, Obito,"
Rin said, sensing the hostility.
Thinking about Raizen's complicated background, she could only smooth things over.
"It's getting late. We should head back."
"Alright. See you tomorrow, Rin."
Raizen nodded politely and walked toward the exit.
Rin watched his departing figure and murmured:
"He's nothing like those crude rumors from the Land of Lightning."
She found Raizen pleasant.....
neither noisy like Obito nor cold and sharp-tongued like Kakashi.
"Hey, Rin… don't you think his chakra feels kind of cold and gloomy?"
Obito muttered.
"Chakra doesn't define a person,"
Rin replied.
…
On the way home, Raizen observed the bustling crowd.
The Land of Fire's geography was exceptional....
and Konoha, located near its center, enjoyed a comfortable climate.
Compared to the Land of Lightning, this place was far easier to live in.
But comfort could also soften a shinobi's heart.
Raizen shook his head.
The Third Great Ninja War would break out soon...
that looming disaster weighed heavily on him.
Once he became a ninja, he would inevitably be sent to battle.
If he wanted to survive, he needed strength—fast.
Thud.
Someone bumped into Raizen.
"Sorry!"
The passerby hurried away.
"No problem."
Raizen continued walking calmly.
His hand closed around the small object slipped into his palm.
His pace slightly quickened.
Second time already.
A Cloud Village spy.
Information was a shinobi's lifeblood....
all major villages constantly infiltrated each other.
Spies would enter, get discovered, get replaced...
a never-ending cycle of espionage and counter-espionage.
…
Naka Shrine
Fugaku rubbed the bridge of his nose while the clan members filed out.
Only Mikoto remained.
"Root operatives have arrived. If Raizen shows no problems, I'll need you to pay extra attention to him."
Fugaku looked at her.
Mikoto had the gentle air of a traditional Yamato nadeshiko,
but paired with her green flak jacket, she carried a sharp, capable aura as well.
"Don't worry, Fugaku,"
she said softly.
She understood his meaning clearly.
If Raizen was a spy, his fate was already sealed.
But if he wasn't.....
the clan had to strengthen his bond with the Uchiha.
An outsider child always carried outside influences.
He needed ties, a sense of belonging.
…
Returning home, Raizen didn't look at the object immediately.
He slipped it into the left pocket of his pants.
Expression steady, he opened his academy textbooks and continued studying.
His Reading Absorption and Basic Memory traits were close to completion.
Before long, his fatigue faded....
the soreness from training gradually evaporated.
"The Yotsuki clan's physical talent…"
Raizen understood.
The Uchiha were naturally chakra-rich.
Combined with the Yotsuki clan's powerful physique,
his recovery speed was extraordinary.
The Land of Lightning, filled with towering mountains and endless mist....
according to the Book of Formations,
had once been the homeland of the Yotsuki clan.
The ancient history of the Cloud Village had always been tangled with the harsh cliffs and roaring storms of the Land of Lightning.
Later generations eventually embraced the first Raikage's vision and ceded the territory of the Cloud–Thunder Gorge to him.
From that moment on, Kumogakure began its rise among the great shinobi villages.
To survive for generations in an environment so brutal...where storms tore mountains apart and thunder cracked the sky...meant only one thing: their clans possessed superior physical talent.
This raw durability was, in essence, a manifestation of Yang Release in its purest form.
Uchiha Raizen considered these fragments of history while recalling the aching fatigue that had vanished from his body far too quickly.
So this must be it… My Yang attribute likely comes from the Yotsuki bloodline.
A body packed with vitality healed faster. Muscles tightened, fatigue evaporated, and even injuries mended at speeds no ordinary shinobi could hope to match.
It wasn't the overwhelming life force of the Senju or Uzumaki clans, but it was undeniably powerful.
When Raizen confirmed there were no prying eyes nearby, he stretched lazily and
walked toward the bathroom as though he had simply eaten too much dinner.
Once the door closed, he pulled out the small folded note he had been hiding.
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