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But still, that didn't entertain him.
For Naruto, life had become boring. He had all this power—and yet, no one could compete with him.
Itachi liked to imagine that maybe the Hokage could give Naruto a good battle. But deep down, a part of him already knew that wasn't possible.
The Hokage was powerful, yes—but Naruto had never even used his full strength. Itachi had seen him take down bijuu with nothing but raw physical power, like they were nothing more than pests. No jutsu. No tricks. Just brute force. That was Naruto.
Naruto glanced at Itachi and asked casually,
"So, what do you think you're going to do now, Itachi, huh?"
Itachi sighed.
"To be honest… I think I want to leave the ANBU for a while."
Naruto nodded.
"I was thinking the same. If I'm not mistaken, the Academy graduation is in about a month, right?"
Itachi raised an eyebrow.
"You want to be a sensei?"
Naruto shrugged.
"Could be a good experience. But I haven't decided yet."
Itachi nodded in agreement.
"Well then, let's talk to the Hokage about it later. But for now—another mission completed, I suppose."
They all nodded. The rest of the ANBU team glanced at Naruto, and a few of them exchanged looks of relief. Naruto simply shrugged.
At least they were happy.
Happy that he might finally leave ANBU—that way, they could actually enjoy a little action for themselves. Because whenever Naruto was on a mission, he ended everything before anyone else could even move.
Even if the Hokage insisted Naruto have an ANBU squad accompany him, in most cases, the squad just ended up standing there—spectators, nothing more.
Now Elsewhere
As Menma and Mito walked through the village, it was the final day of their time at the Academy. Yet neither of them felt happy. There was once a time when they were the center of their family's attention—when their parents cherished them—but that time had long since passed.
Whenever they tried to voice their thoughts, the words of their older brother echoed in their minds—how weak and pathetic they were, how they needed help from several high-ranking shinobi just to accomplish anything noteworthy in their lives. Those painful words stuck with them, fueling their anger. And now, on the final day of the Academy, they could already hear the whispers—how their brother had already become a jōnin at their age, while they were only now becoming genin.
The comparison stung deeply.
Meanwhile, Iruka entered the classroom and gave his speech about how they were finally becoming genin and stepping into a new phase of life. While this was happening, deep beneath Konoha—in the headquarters of none other than Root—two figures could be seen training. Two children were fiercely clashing swords, sparring against one another. These children were none other than Menma and Mito.
Watching them closely was Danzo Shimura.
—Flashback—
For Danzo, it had been two years since Naruto became a jōnin. The people of Konoha wouldn't stop talking about him. Not only in the village, but also within the hidden corridors of Root. To Danzo, Naruto had become a threat—perhaps not directly to Konoha, but certainly to Root's secret influence. And in Danzo's logic, anything that threatens Root threatens the village.
That was enough justification.
So Danzo decided to approach Menma and Mito personally. He offered them what they lacked—power. At the time, the twins were returning from yet another village celebration—some event praising their brother. They hadn't even stayed till the end. The praise made their blood boil.
But as they walked back, they realized something was wrong. They weren't heading in the direction of their home.
"Menma..." Mito whispered, confused.
Both of them stopped walking, their instincts flaring—just as several shinobi appeared around them.
A figure stepped forward from the shadows—it was none other than Danzo.
"Well, if it isn't Menma and Mito—the children of the Hokage, also known as the failures of the Namikaze family," Danzo said with a smirk, fully confident that his plan was proceeding without a hitch.
Menma stepped forward cautiously. "Who are you?" he asked.
Danzo chuckled darkly. "You can call me Danzo-sama. I'm a member of the Konoha council and one of the Hokage's advisors."
"Then what are you doing here?" Mito asked sharply. "And why are these shinobi surrounding us?"
Danzo merely smiled. "I was just returning from a council meeting. We were discussing your brother's recent progress—and, unfortunately, how you two fail to compare."
Those words hit hard. Both Menma and Mito narrowed their eyes, the familiar sting of jealousy and anger rising in their chests.
Danzo noticed their reaction and smirked. "I have a proposition for you. Soon enough, your parents will stop paying attention to you altogether. They will focus entirely on your brother, convinced you're nothing but failures—unable to match the genius that he is, the jōnin prodigy."
Menma and Mito's eyes began to glow faintly, the red pupils of the Nine-Tails chakra flickering within them. The rage was surfacing again.
Danzo saw this and grinned. "But I am here to offer you power. If you train under me, I will help you unlock your true potential. I will teach you how to control the chakra of the Nine-Tails."
He stepped closer, voice low and enticing. "Trust me—once you've mastered the power of the Kyūbi, your brother will be nothing compared to you. In fact, your parents will never teach you to control that power. They're too afraid. But I... I can give you what they won't."
Menma and Mito both hesitated. Something felt off—but what choice did they really have? The whole village looked down on them, calling them the failures of the Namikaze family. Meanwhile, their so-called brother had mastered the Rasengan and even had the audacity to teach it to them—as if they were still beneath him.