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Mizuki had always thought he understood what being a spy meant.
He imagined learning secret codes, simple disguises, and maybe a few stealth techniques.
Normal things. Acceptable things.
But Root taught him something else entirely.
Some of the knowledge was normal.
But some of it was… completely insane.
One lesson taught him how to transform into a toilet and hide inside a bathroom for hours to listen to conversations.
Another taught him how to transform into someone's wife, seduce them, and extract important information from their guardless moments.
Mizuki had never imagined that Konoha's spies were this extreme.
When he first learned the material, he honestly believed many lessons wouldn't apply to him.
Why would he ever need to transform into a toilet?
He assumed that since he was technically an undercover agent, not a full spy, he only needed to do simple observation work.
He thought, at worst, he would be like a video camera—
watching quietly, memorizing what he saw, then handing everything to Danzo.
But the Root instructor shattered that fantasy.
"You must learn everything," the instructor had said coldly.
"Root operatives don't choose missions. Missions choose you."
So Mizuki had no choice but to endure all the training.
One moment he was practicing lock-picking.
The next moment he was forced to practice transforming into a seductive woman and performing flirtatious movements.
When he transformed into a toilet, he was scolded:
"Why is this toilet so attractive? A toilet should NOT look hot!"
When he transformed into a woman, he was scolded again:
"Why are you NOT attractive enough?! Who would fall for THIS?!"
It was madness.
Every hour was torture.
If Danzo hadn't promised him a glorious future—
that Mizuki could one day become a Root team leader, rise to the rank of Jonin, marry a powerful woman from the Shimura family, and reach the peak of his life—
he would have broken long ago.
After finishing this nightmare training, Mizuki originally wanted a few days of sleep.
Just one night. One proper meal. A shower.
But Danzo thought time was running out.
So Mizuki was immediately ordered to go to Uchiha Souji.
That explained why he looked like a corpse.
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Souji Finally Sees Mizuki
When Mizuki nodded earlier, accepting Souji's guess of his identity, Souji had nearly jumped.
Was his question that effective?
Did his simple sentence break Mizuki's mind?
Souji even wondered for a moment:
If my words were a little stronger, would this illusion surpass even Naruto's Talk-no-Jutsu?
But all jokes aside—
Souji was relieved.
Mizuki had finally appeared.
That meant his plan could finally begin.
Souji stepped aside and motioned inside.
"Come in."
He didn't look back as he walked toward the reception room.
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Inside the Reception Room
A few minutes later, Souji sat on the tatami, picking up a teapot and pouring himself a cup of cola— his personal "happy water."
He took a sip and looked at Mizuki.
"So? Did you reach enlightenment?"
Mizuki blinked.
Souji's earlier words resurfaced in his memory.
Words that had shocked him the moment they were spoken.
But humans were forgetful creatures.
If enlightenment didn't happen instantly, that moment faded, and questions went unanswered.
Mizuki had wanted to understand why taking shortcuts always pushed him farther from his goals.
He wanted Souji's answer, wanted someone to tell him why his life kept straying off track.
But now… he had another mission.
It didn't matter if he understood his life lesson or not.
Duty came first.
"I've made up my mind, Souji… my lord."
He added the honorific reluctantly but respectfully.
After all, this was his new superior.
Souji frowned.
He had prepared a long speech to win Mizuki over, to persuade him slowly.
But this man had surrendered instantly.
Considering the state Mizuki was in, it made sense.
Souji scratched his head awkwardly.
"Well, I need you to help me with something. And you must never reveal it has anything to do with me."
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Important Event — Souji Begins His Secret Plan
Mizuki, though exhausted, felt a sudden spark of excitement.
A plan to subvert Konoha?!
His earlier exhaustion vanished.
If he weren't afraid of making noise, he would've pulled out a notebook to take detailed notes.
He sat straighter, eager.
But then Souji stopped talking.
Mizuki froze.
Why?
Did he accidentally reveal something?
Did Souji notice something suspicious?
He glanced nervously at Souji—
Only to see Souji staring at him calmly.
Mizuki's heart nearly leapt out.
But instead of suspicion, Souji simply poured him a cup of cola.
"Drink some water. Look at you— you're falling apart."
Souji wasn't being kind.
He was worried Mizuki might fall asleep in the middle of their conversation.
One glance at the man made it clear: Mizuki hadn't slept in days.
Cola, though simple, gave quick energy.
It might keep him conscious long enough to talk.
Mizuki stared at the bubbling drink in terror.
Was this poison?
Why was it bubbling?
Did normal people drink things that hissed like snakes?!
He even considered betraying Danzo right there, terrified of being poisoned.
Souji sighed.
"This is a tea called cola. It helps refresh the mind. Watch—"
He took a sip to demonstrate.
Mizuki finally let out a breath and took a cautious sip.
Sweetness spread in his mouth.
He felt slightly more awake.
Good. Souji could continue.
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Souji Reveals the "Grand Plan"
Souji leaned forward.
"It's like this… Our Uchiha clan plans to establish a newspaper organization, and we need you to manage it."
Mizuki froze.
That's it?
THAT'S it?
THAT'S REALLY IT?
Where was the conspiracy?
The secret rebellion?
The overthrowing of Konoha?!
He stared blankly.
Was this his mission?
Was this the reason he endured toilet-transformation training?
Was this why he almost died learning seduction techniques?
To run a newspaper?!
He felt like crying.
Souji had spoken so seriously earlier—
Telling him to make up his mind, be prepared, brace himself…
And the answer was:
Start a newspaper.
Mizuki's soul left his body.