Leading Naruto to Destroy the World - Chapter 48
Three days had passed since Mirai’s battle with Obito, yet the discussions about the battle had not ceased in Konoha Village.
The entire village was filled with excitement.
That battle had been too shocking!
One could see the purple sea of lightning in the southeast from one-third of Konoha.
The rampaging, violent currents seemed like divine punishment.
After the battle, the once dense forest was gone, replaced by a giant basin several meters deep.
The villagers had gradually pieced together the battle details from their discussions over the past few days.
The one who unleashed that terrifying attack was Naruto’s uncle, the Blue Flash, Mirai.
This robust figure, who had been silent for three years, had again shown the world his ferocious side.
The other was the mastermind behind the night of the Nine-Tails!
Knowing the inside story of this battle, most villagers trembled with excitement.
The pain from the night of the Nine-Tails had not yet wholly faded, and that night had claimed not only the lives of ninjas but also many civilians who were asleep.
After this battle, Mirai’s reputation in the village skyrocketed.
Some villagers even began comparing him to the First Hokage.
Conversely, Danzo’s reputation plummeted to rock bottom, becoming notorious and despised by all.
Just before the battle, there had been rumors that the mastermind was one of Danzo’s test subjects.
This perfectly timed battle only cemented Danzo’s infamy.
He became a figure despised by everyone.
Danzo felt highly aggrieved by this.
It was too much to bear!
He hadn’t done anything, yet the blame on his shoulders shone brighter than ever.
Did he have to carry all the blame in the world?
While the outside world buzzed with discussion, in the Uchiha compound at the clan head’s residence, Mirai and Fugaku sat opposite each other, leisurely sipping tea.
The aroma of the tea leaves filled the room, adding a touch of elegance.
“Mirai, about Itachi becoming your disciple…”
Uchiha Fugaku put down his teacup, struggling to find the right words.
Mirai had already shown his strength in that battle a few days ago.
Even if Minato were resurrected, he might not compare to his younger brother.
Regarding strength, Mirai was more than qualified to be Itachi’s teacher.
However…
His eyes showed a trace of hesitation.
“Did Hiruzen approach you?”
Mirai took a sip of tea and spoke casually.
“Yes, I can’t hide it from you.”
Seeing that Mirai had already brought it up, Fugaku seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and nodded.
Two days ago, Hiruzen had also approached him.
They had a detailed discussion about Itachi joining the Anbu.
Once Itachi joined the Anbu, he would be directly under Hiruzen’s command, making it impossible for him to become Mirai’s disciple.
Uchiha Fugaku found himself deeply conflicted.
On one hand, having Itachi become Mirai’s disciple would be incredibly beneficial. With Mirai’s strength, he could easily guide Itachi.
But letting Itachi join the Anbu also seemed like a good choice.
Firstly, it could ease the increasingly tense relationship between the Uchiha and the village.
Secondly, Itachi could serve as a spy within Hiruzen’s ranks, relaying information about the village’s higher-ups to the clan.
These two choices led in entirely different directions.
Uchiha Fugaku found it hard to decide.
Mirai saw Fugaku’s indecision.
He set down his tea.
“Fugaku, you probably want Itachi to act as a spy within the higher ranks, right?”
Uchiha Fugaku’s lips twitched with a dry smile.
“As expected, I can’t hide anything from you.”
In front of Mirai, he felt as transparent as glass.
“Fugaku, have you considered that Itachi might not act according to your plan?”
Mirai’s expression grew serious.
“What do you mean?”
Fugaku was puzzled. As Itachi’s father, Itachi should naturally follow his plans.
Isn’t that normal?
Seeing Fugaku’s confusion, Mirai realized he hadn’t grasped the severity of the issue.
He tried another approach.
“Or rather, do you truly understand your son?”
Fugaku was even more bewildered. Itachi was his son; he had raised him from birth.
Of course, he understood him.
“Mirai, I don’t understand your point.”
“Let me be blunt.”
“Itachi has his own ideas. You’re sending him into the higher ranks as a spy, but the higher-ups will also use him as a spy within the Uchiha. In the end, who will he choose?”
Fugaku’s expression became heavy.
“Itachi is my eldest son. Even if faced with such a choice, he should choose the clan.”
A double agent—Fugaku, had considered this scenario.
Between the clan and the village, having grown up in the Uchiha, Itachi should unquestionably choose the clan.
“I doubt it.”
Mirai shook his head.
“Why?”
“In Itachi’s eyes, I see deep confusion, like a ship sailing through a dark sea. Making him a double agent will only intensify this confusion.”
“In such a dire situation, if Itachi finds even a hint of direction, no matter how wrong it is, he will take it as his last hope and follow it recklessly.”
“Fugaku, you don’t want Itachi to cause irreparable harm, do you?”
Mirai gazed sincerely at him.
Fugaku felt a chill run down his spine.
He suddenly realized he knew too little about Itachi.
Was his always obedient son struggling in confusion and pain?
As a father, he hadn’t noticed at all.
Outside the door, Itachi, carrying freshly brewed tea to replace their current tea, stood silently, listening to their conversation.
“Itachi is an early maturing, sensitive child. His thoughts run deeper than his peers’.”
“What is a clan? What is a village? What is virtue? I believe Itachi constantly ponders these things.”
“That’s why he needs someone to guide him, like a candle in the dark, helping him find the right path.”
“Hiruzen can’t do that. He’s a politician, a schemer, and his stance is driven by self-interest.”
“But I believe I can.”
Mirai looked earnestly at Fugaku.
The wooden sliding door suddenly opened with a loud noise.
Fugaku turned his head in surprise.
There stood Uchiha Itachi, carrying a tray of hot tea, his black eyes moist with emotion.
The tray fell to the ground, the steaming tea spilling everywhere.
Itachi knelt abruptly, pressing his forehead to the floor.
His voice trembled with sincerity.
“Lord Mirai, please take me as your disciple!”
Mirai’s azure eyes showed a hint of a smile as he watched this scene unfold.
With his biological field sensing, he had already detected Itachi’s approach.
His earlier words had been deliberately spoken for Itachi to hear.
Just as he had planned.
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