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As Hiruzen and tsunade arrive and itachi started from begining
Minato said, "Wait, wait, wait—what are you even saying, Itachi? How is that even possible?"
Itachi sighed before replying again.
"I already reported everything, Lord Hokage."
Though Minato was angry—part of him furious that Iwa had gone after his son, trying to hurt him—another part was filled with disbelief and shock. The realization hit him hard: just how little he truly knew about his own son. He looked at Itachi and asked, "And what about the techniques? You're saying he was flying? That his body was surrounded by energy that wasn't even normal chakra?"
Itachi nodded. "Yes. The energy around him—it was pure white chakra. And he was moving at such a speed that even my fully matured Sharingan was only catching glimpses. To others, it was nothing but a single flash."
Hiruzen leaned back slightly and commented, "It seems Naruto is even more of a prodigy than we initially believed."
Minato gave a small frown. "It seems Iwa is also trying to suppress parts of the report in the Bingo Book. They're definitely trying to cover up their defeat."
Tsunade then spoke up, "What do you mean by that?"
Itachi replied calmly, "Not only did he eliminate the entire ANBU squad and the Jonin forces—many of whom are listed in the Bingo Book—but he also defeated the Jinchūriki. I saw it with my own Sharingan. Han's bones were broken to such an extent that he'd need at least a month of intensive recovery before even thinking about standing again. And Naruto didn't kill him. He actually pushed him out of the blast radius."
There was a moment of stunned silence.
"The blast," Itachi added, "was equivalent to at least Quarter the size of Konoha. That entire section of the forest is now a crater."
Everyone in the room was stunned, processing what kind of power that could have caused such destruction. Only Jiraiya seemed to be lost in his own thoughts—and they were not pleasant ones.
What the hell is going on? Jiraiya thought. This shouldn't be happening. Mito and Menma are supposed to be the strong ones. They're supposed to be the children of prophecy... not him. Not that brat.
He clenched his fists.
Now I get it. He's a threat—a serious threat to the entire Child of Destiny prophecy. I'll have to do something about this. If I don't increase Menma and Mito's training drastically, the entire future could be lost because of this kid. And I will not let that happen. Peace must come to the elemental nations, no matter the cost.
Meanwhile, Kushina's mind raced in another direction.
Why didn't Minato tell me what's going on? What is this red energy Itachi mentioned? When did Naruto even develop such a technique? Was it during our training with Menma and Mito?
Meanwhile,
Kushina's mind was spinning in another direction.
Why didn't Minato tell me what's going on? What's this "red energy" Itachi is talking about? When did Naruto even develop a technique like that? Was it during the time we were training Menma and Mito?
A bit of guilt crept into her heart, realizing that perhaps—if they had paid closer attention—they could've known about this power or the techniques Naruto had created. He must have developed them on his own, in solitude. And now, it was undeniable: their son had turned out to be a genius far beyond their expectations.
Unknown to most of the people in the room, two children were standing just outside the door, quietly listening in. It was none other than Menma and Mito, who had been about to enter—but stopped the moment they heard Naruto's name being mentioned.
They were stunned.
They looked at each other, and for the first time, a deep sense of inferiority began to weigh on their hearts. Their older brother—someone their age—was already a feared and respected shinobi, ranked A++ in the Bingo Book. And he had done it without any formal training, without even a single day under a personal mentor.
Meanwhile, they, the supposed "chosen ones," had been trained by four of the most legendary shinobi in the world... and they were still just Academy students.
The realization hit hard. Their sense of self-worth, their pride... it all shattered in that moment. A storm of emotions rose within them—confusion, jealousy, shame. They had always believed they were special. But now, a painful truth was settling in.
They were falling behind.
As evryone sat quietly in the room. Minato finally broke the silence.
"If I must say... this is quite unexpected."
Kushina sighed. "Minato, I never wanted him to become a shinobi so early. And now look at this..." she gestured toward the Bingo Book. "He already has a bounty on his head. A large one at that."
Minato sighed as well. It was clear he hadn't wanted this either. Still, the surprise on his face lingered. He stood and spoke up.
"Well... on the bright side, we now know the kind of talent our son actually possesses."
The others nodded slowly in agreement.
"But I still don't understand," Kushina said. "How is this even possible? The kid never showed any signs of this before. Where did all this come from?"
Minato looked toward her. "To be honest, he may have always had this talent. It was we who failed to see it."
Hiruzen nodded solemnly. "While I understand that training Menma and Mito was important at the time... it seems, Minato, you truly neglected Naruto. I didn't expect that from you. You're the Hokage. You should've been watching for such things. The boy has incredible talent—and not just that. According to Itachi, he's even developed his own techniques. He was surrounded by a strange aura and released a blast of energy from his hand strong enough to decimate an area nearly half the size of Konoha."
"Even though it sounds unbelievable," Hiruzen added, "Itachi's report has proven accurate so far."
Minato remained quiet for a moment, then asked, "Do you think... we should begin training Naruto as well?"
Before anyone could respond, a loud slap echoed through the room as a hand slammed onto the table.
All eyes turned to Jiraiya, who was glaring at Minato with anger in his expression.
"What are you talking about, Minato?" Jiraiya growled. "I can understand—maybe even accept—that the kid has some talent. Fine. But do you really want to compromise the training of Menma and Mito for that? Naruto may be strong, sure—but he's not as important as Menma and Mito!"
Jiraiya's voice rose with intensity. "They carry the power that will one day save this world. We must train them harder than ever. They are destined to surpass their brother. And if Naruto was somehow able to create those techniques on his own... then it's only a matter of time before Menma and Mito surpass even that. We just have to push them further."
"…they are supposed to be stronger than their brother," Jiraiya continued, "which means that if Naruto was able to create and control such techniques, then it's only a matter of time before Menma and Mito can do the same."
He paused, then added, "Maybe we should even force Naruto to teach those techniques to Menma and Mito. Yeah... that would be a great idea. Power like that should be in their hands—not Naruto's. He isn't important to the prophecy or the destiny."
He finished his rant, breathing heavily. A heavy silence settled over the room.
Minato's expression darkened. "That's enough, Sensei."
Jiraiya was about to respond, but Minato gave him a firm look. It wasn't a request—it was an order.
Minato exhaled deeply and said, "We're continuing Menma and Mito's training. But as for Naruto… I don't think it would be advisable to interfere."
Hiruzen spoke up calmly. "Minato, Naruto is already under the guidance of Itachi. He's helping him refine his talents further. Having multiple teachers with different styles and philosophies wouldn't benefit him—it would only confuse his growth."
Minato blinked, clearly taken aback. "What do you mean, Lord Third?"
The Third Hokage sighed. "Minato… children grow with their own unique strengths and at their own pace. You could line up a thousand elite shinobi to train two children, but that doesn't mean they'll learn faster. They'll still learn at the pace meant for them."
He looked directly at Minato.
"I've watched Menma and Mito's training. They have talent—no doubt about it. But Naruto is... different. He's a prodigy. It won't help Menma and Mito if they're all being taught different techniques with conflicting approaches. It creates confusion, not progress."
Minato thought for a moment. The words made sense.
He turned to the 3rd Hokage. "So what do you suggest?"
Hiruzen replied, "At the moment, don't interfere with Naruto. He's carving his own path. He already has a teacher—Itachi. Let him be. As for Menma and Mito, focus on teaching them the basics first. They need a solid foundation."
Jiraiya scoffed but didn't argue—for once.
"Don't try to teach them complex, high-level jutsu before they even have full chakra control. It won't work," the Hiruzen added. "Train them in control. In discipline. They have too much chakra for their current level, and they're not like Naruto—who somehow, despite having a vast chakra reserve, has perfect control over it."
He turned to Tsunade. "I saw the training ground. One of Naruto's punches left a massive crater. I think he's unconsciously mastered your Super Strength technique."
Tsunade looked away, saying nothing, though there was a flicker of guilt in her eyes. If only she'd paid more attention... maybe she could've taught him herself. But now, it was clear he had already mastered it.
Hiruzen continued, "He's training himself. Learning to master his own abilities. Even if we tried to teach him now, it may not work. Leave him be."
He looked back at Minato. "As for Menma and Mito—teach them the basics. Let them grow at their pace. And when the time comes... you'll see the results."
Minato was silent, listening.
"He's training on his own and trying to master his own power," the Hiruzen continued. "Even if we were to ask him or try to teach him ourselves, it wouldn't work. Just let him be. Focus on teaching Menma and Mito the basics. They'll learn at their own pace—and when the time comes, who knows…"
He glanced at Minato. "Naruto even mentioned that he might become a jōnin sensei one day—just for the experience. If he deems it right, he might even choose to teach Menma and Mito himself."
Jiraiya narrowed his eyes at that. He wanted to object—to insist Minato force Naruto to pass on his techniques to Menma and Mito. After all, in Jiraiya's mind, they were the chosen ones—important to the destiny foretold. Naruto, to him, didn't deserve this kind of power. That strength was meant for Menma and Mito.
These were the only thoughts running through Jiraiya's mind. But he didn't speak—because deep down, he knew his former student, the Kazekage, had a point. They couldn't force Naruto to teach. And being Hokage, only Minato had the authority. Perhaps… perhaps he could bribe the kid, learn the secret himself, and pass it on to Menma and Mito. A plan was already forming in Jiraiya's head.
Meanwhile, just beyond earshot, two children had arrived—Menma and Mito. They had heard the final words of the Third Hokage:
"You can line up a thousand elite shinobi to train them, but they'll never be like Naruto."
They looked at each other, a mix of sadness and anger flashing in their eyes, and without a word, they left—back into the village, toward an isolated training ground.
Once there, they began to spar intensely, wordlessly.
The same thoughts plagued both their minds:
Why? Why is he so strong? How is he so strong?
We're the ones who carry the power of the Nine-Tails—the strongest of the bijū. We're the ones who are supposed to save the world. That's what our godfather said. Not him.
Why does everyone believe in him more than us?
They struck harder, fists clashing, chakra flaring. The weight of their insecurities turned to anger.
Our parents think we're weak. Even the Third Hokage said we'll never be like him. And now… they've decided not to teach us real techniques—just basic exercises.
With every strike, they vented their frustration. Seeds of jealousy and resentment had been planted. And it was only a matter of time before those seeds would grow into something far more dangerous.
Elsewhere,
in the council chambers of Iwagakure, the elders sat in silence, waiting eagerly for the good news—the elimination of Itachi Uchiha and the "so-called" rising star of the Leaf Village: Naruto Uzumaki, son of the Yellow Flash.
They expected confirmation of their deaths. That there would be no more Yellow Flash. No heir. No threat.
But then the doors burst open with a bang.
A chunin stumbled in, breathless, sweat dripping down his face. The room turned toward him, expecting a triumphant report. Instead, the chunin's expression was pale.
The Tsuchikage snapped, "What are you doing here?! Where is Han and the shinobi I sent? Send them in to report!"
The chunin stammered, "Lord Tsuchikage... Han has been found. He was unconscious. We brought him back to the village. He's... in the hospital."
Dead silence fell upon the chamber.
"Speak," the Tsuchikage commanded. "So Han was injured in a battle with Itachi Uchiha? What of the others? The team? The mission?"
The chunin gulped and looked around nervously. Council members were glaring at him with increasing tension.
Finally, he said, "We didn't find anyone else. Just Han. He was discovered near a crater… a massive one. The entire area was blasted, and Han was barely hanging on to life."
The silence deepened. Then—