"I heard the Security Forces recently carried out a secret operation."
"It seems… building a hospital here may not be appropriate."
The moment Danzo finished speaking, the head of the Uchiha clan understood what he was implying.
"As expected, Lord Danzo, you are well-informed."
"You seem to know all the hidden details."
The two old foxes raised their teacups, sipping lightly with polite smiles.
"I will cooperate with you. I believe we'll work well together."
"Indeed. A pleasant cooperation."
The Uchiha clan head personally escorted Danzo out with great enthusiasm, as if they were old friends.
"Alright then."
"Thank you."
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Danzo and the clan head disappeared into the moonlit night with two Root operatives.
"Hmph, Danzo has crossed the line."
"It's time to relocate our sentry posts."
The Uchiha clan head's face went cold, all traces of his earlier smile gone.
"Yes, Clan Head."
Fugaku bowed behind him, accepting the order.
"Uncle."
"What is it?"
Fugaku still lacked experience and foresight. One day he would become clan head, but for now he was still too green.
"Our Uchiha clan… have we actually carried out any secret missions recently?"
"Use your head."
The clan head tapped Fugaku's temple with his middle finger, disappointed.
"It's just a pretext. If something goes wrong, the Third Hokage will be dragged into it, and we'll have our excuse."
"You think the Senju clan would allow us to do whatever we want?"
"Your nephew understands."
Seeing his uncle nod slightly, Fugaku shook his head. His uncle had poured his heart into teaching him, yet Fugaku still let him down time after time.
And now, frustration filled him—and resentment toward Chuanfeng grew even stronger.
"What about cooperating with Root?"
"He wants to use the Uchiha as his weapon. Does he even deserve that?"
"When the time is right, we can find a reason to let Root take action."
Shaking his head, the clan head walked off first. His nephew was still too young; he could only hope he had enough years left to see him grow.
Under the moonlight, Uchiha Fugaku's eyes hardened.
The moment he met Chuanfeng, he had decided—if things went wrong, he would run.As long as he was alive, there would always be hope.
— Divider —
The Hatake household was peaceful throughout the night.
Chuanfeng made no special arrangements; he slept well and ate even better.
The next morning, another grand breakfast was laid out in the dining room. Chuanfeng had completely improved the quality of food in Tsunade's home.
He even told Shumo to make breakfast more lavish every day.
He secretly complained to his wife that his little brother cared less about family than a wild ninja hound.
Natsuki teased him, "Tsunade can carry on the family line. You can only stay angry."
In just one sentence, Shumo's image plummeted with no hope of redemption.
"Tsunade-chan, the funds have arrived."
"You can hand it over to the Third Hokage later."
Chuanfeng didn't care about money and even reached out to wipe the milk from Tsunade's lips.
Flustered, Tsunade quickly snatched the tissue to stop him.
"Should I go alone?"
"Do you need an escort?"
Clearly, they had different opinions. To Tsunade, the sum was enormous—was he really letting her deliver it alone?
Chuanfeng thought, Who in Konoha could even kidnap Tsunade?
"No, I can do it myself."
"I'll take you after breakfast."
Chuanfeng's mouth was still greasy, and after failing to wipe it clean, he simply handed her a fried dough stick.
Shenshu watched all of this with disdain. If the title "bootlicker of the Hokage" didn't already exist, he would've labeled Chuanfeng with it.
"Brother, is my sword ready yet?"
"Don't worry, just use a wooden sword for now."
"This real one is only for display right now."
Chuanfeng wasn't intentionally bullying him—it was simply that his reach wasn't long enough yet. He had to wait for Shenshu to grow taller.
"That's right. You should practice with a wooden sword first," Tsunade added. Her fierce glare made Shenshu swallow the rest of his objections.
Seeing the boy pitifully eating his steamed cake, Chuanfeng's heart softened.
"Shenshu, I still have the training sword I used as a kid. I'll have your sister-in-law find it for you later."
The thing was so ordinary he had forgotten where he'd thrown it.It wasn't until after Natsuki married in that he found it again and kept it as a memento.
"That's amazing, brother!"
Shenshu beamed, thrilled.
A real sword was nothing like a wooden practice one.
Natsuki added playfully, "That's Chuanfeng's favorite childhood item. You must take good care of it."
"I will!"
Shenshu looked at Chuanfeng gratefully. "You'll definitely become my brother-in-law."
Feeling the sincerity, Chuanfeng burst out laughing."It's nothing. Don't worry about it."
After breakfast, Shenshu went to find the training sword with Natsuki.
Chuanfeng took Tsunade to retrieve the money.
Shumo headed to the dojo alone—his short sword had already been delivered.
Tsunade passed through the traps and reached the Hatake warehouse, only then realizing how wealthy Chuanfeng truly was.
Chuanfeng opened a large chest filled to the brim with cash.
"This is 120 million yuan. Take it."
Tsunade still hadn't recovered from the shock caused by the antiques and luxury items.
"These alone could beat me into depression for months…"
"Take whatever you like," Chuanfeng teased as Tsunade stood frozen.
Seeing no reaction, he hugged her from behind.
"From now on, everything is yours."
He lowered his head to her ear, breathing in the sweet milk scent lingering on her skin.
He leaned in—
"Ahhh!"
Tsunade flipped him over her shoulder, slamming him onto the rock-hard warehouse floor.
"Hmph!"
"Don't think you can take advantage of me just because you're good-looking!"
Her face flushed red, heart pounding.She grabbed the money chest and ran without looking back.
Chuanfeng stood up, his bruises healing instantly.The lingering warmth in his eyes vanished.
"What a ridiculously strong cow… Wait for me!"
He walked out, closed the warehouse, and headed slowly toward the dojo.
Shenshu had finally received a real sword.Though slightly long for him, it only proved that Chuanfeng had been taller than him at the same age.
Practicing with a real sword made him far more focused than with a wooden one.
He only stopped when he saw Chuanfeng approaching.
"Brother, sis ran so fast! I kept calling her but she ignored me!"
"Cough, cough."
Of course Chuanfeng wouldn't admit he got tossed like a sack of rice.
"Hurry and send the money to the Third Hokage."
Using a random excuse, he sent Shenshu to horse-stance training.
Watching his elder brother swinging his newly forged dagger, Shumo noticed his aura seemed sharper than before.
A faint smile crossed Shumo's lips.
He raised his sword—
And used Flying Thunder God to instantly appear before Shumo.
The next second, the two were grappling fiercely.
Though the new weapon was far superior to his old heirloom, Shumo still had the disadvantage.
Fortunately, it could withstand the edge of Chuanfeng's Eight-Sided Cold Blade.
With the weapon advantage gone, Chuanfeng showed no mercy.
Flying Thunder God flashed repeatedly, and before Shumo could even react, the cold blade was already resting silently against his neck.
"Brother, do you want to learn this?" Chuanfeng asked proudly.
"Yes."
Shumo agreed without hesitation."If I don't learn this jutsu, lightning will strike me sooner or later."
"Alright then, call me big brother."
Chuanfeng sheathed the sword and laughed wildly at the sky.
Shumo frowned, knocked a big lump on his head, and muttered:
"I've been calling you that for years."
"Would it kill you to acknowledge it once?"
The moment he lifted his hand, Chuanfeng vanished in a flash.
Not far away, Natsuki—walking her ghost mastiff—collapsed onto the dog, laughing uncontrollably at the scene.
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