Analyzing the Ninja World Starting from Konoha

root base.

Danzo Shimura narrowed his eyes slightly. The intelligence in his hand had just been delivered, a detailed battle assessment of last night's "test".

In the dim candlelight, his face was terribly gloomy, yet deep in his eyes lurked an uncontrollable greed.

"Not only is he proficient in medical ninjutsu and possesses Tsunade's superhuman strength, but he also completely overwhelmed Kakashi Hatake in taijutsu and swordsmanship a year ago..."

His gaze was fixed on the last line of the intelligence report: "[Using biological cell culture technology, combined with chakra nature transformation, a sand control technique similar to that of Sunagakure has been developed.]"

"A genius like Orochimaru..."

Danzo abruptly slammed the scroll shut.

He admitted that he had misjudged the situation before.

I originally thought that Yamashiro Aoba was just a little clever, but I didn't expect him to be so cunning!

His "business acumen," which he had previously looked down upon, has now become a plus.

Orochimaru, that guy, although incredibly talented, research is too expensive, and he always has to ask Root for funding. Because of this, Danzo often has to secretly embezzle village funds.

But Yamashiro Aoba is different.

This kid can make money on his own!

He opened several hot pot restaurants and made a fortune. If he were to enter the root system, he could not only provide powerful combat capabilities, but also provide a continuous source of funding for root research.

A super genius who brings his own food and can even give back to the organization.

He's practically the perfect upgraded version of Orochimaru—Orochimaru Plus!

"This kind of talent would be wasted if left in the hands of that weakling Hiruzen. Only Root can fully realize his potential!"

Danzo suddenly stood up, slamming his cane heavily on the ground with a crisp sound.

He must belong to the "roots"!

"Hiruzen already has the Legendary Sannin, this one has to be mine!"

Without the slightest hesitation, he strode towards the exit.

……

The Hokage's office.

Hiruzen Sarutobi was staring blankly at the Hokage Rock outside the window, the tobacco in his pipe already burned out, but he forgot to add more.

Jiraiya's report from last night still echoes in my ears; that child's performance was far more shocking than the written report from the Anbu.

His precise control over chakra and his calm judgment in dire situations were unlike those of a ten-year-old child.

"Hiruzen!"

The door was pushed open roughly, and even the secret agents who were notified didn't have time to stop it, or rather, they didn't even try to stop it.

Danzo strode in, his one eye fixed on Hiruzen Sarutobi, and cut to the chase: "Hand over Aoba Yamashiro to me."

Hiruzen Sarutobi turned around, his brows furrowed slightly, seemingly already used to Danzo's rudeness. He slowly cleaned his pipe, a wisp of flame appearing at his fingertips as he lit it: "Danzo, you're too impatient."

"I'm not impatient? You're just too slow! You have no idea of ​​his value!"

Danzo's voice rose a few decibels, "I've seen the intelligence. That kid's talent isn't just in combat. His ninjutsu development ability, his way of thinking—he's practically born for 'Root'! I see Orochimaru's shadow in him, even more potential than Orochimaru!"

When Orochimaru was mentioned, Hiruzen Sarutobi's eye twitched slightly.

That was his most prized disciple, yet also a hidden pain in his heart. Orochimaru's recent movements had become increasingly mysterious, and his aura had grown colder and colder. His disregard for life even chilled his teacher.

"Precisely because he resembles Orochimaru, I cannot hand him over to you."

Hiruzen Sarutobi refilled the cigarette, a wisp of flame rising from his fingertip to light it. "Orochimaru has gone astray, and I don't want Aoba to follow in his footsteps. That child has inner turmoil; he yearns for a peaceful life, not to become a killing machine in the darkness."

"Naive! Weak!"

Danzo laughed angrily, "It's because of your womanly compassion that Konoha is getting weaker and weaker! That brat Kakashi has already been driven mad by the death of White Fang, and now that another Yamashiro Aoba has finally appeared, do you want him to become mediocre under the so-called 'sunshine'?"

"At my roots, I will give him the best resources and the most brutal training. In less than five years, no, three years! I will mold him into the next White Teeth, a White Teeth without any flaws!"

"Enough, Danzo!"

Hiruzen Sarutobi slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly, unleashing a surge of powerful chakra. His Hokage robes billowed even without wind. "I already regret what happened to Kakashi. That's why I absolutely cannot allow Aoba to have any more problems. He's the green leaf of Konoha, not a root buried underground!"

"Furthermore, Aoba is a steady and thoughtful young man. He's better suited to be a bridge connecting all sides. Minato likes him a lot, Tsunade values ​​him, and Jiraiya speaks highly of him. Entrusting him to you? Do you want all these people to become disloyal to the village?"

Danzo's face instantly turned ashen.

He stared intently at Hiruzen Sarutobi, his chest heaving violently.

He understood the meaning behind Hiruzen's words: this was not just about the competition for a genius, but also about the balance of power among the village's future factions.

In addition to the original Sannin, Minato Namikaze, there is now another Sannin, Aoba Yamashiro.

The power of Hiruzen's lineage is already suffocating.

"Hiruzen, you'll regret this."

Danzo withdrew his gaze, his voice turning icy cold, "You will destroy the future of this village with your own hands because of your weakness."

"Danzo, I am the Hokage!"

Hiruzen Sarutobi sat back down in his chair, his tone leaving no room for doubt: "I will guide the future of the village."

Bang!

The office door was slammed shut again.

Hiruzen Sarutobi stared at the trembling doorframe, took a deep drag on his cigarette, and exhaled white smoke that obscured his slightly tired face.

"I hope my decision is right..."

……

The atmosphere at the dinner table at home was somewhat eerie.

Kurenai Yuhi placed a plate of freshly stir-fried vegetables in front of Aoba.

"Um... Aoba, try this. Your Aunt Nadeshiko specially made your favorite tomato and egg stir-fry today."

Qingye picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks without expression, chewed it, then put down her chopsticks and let out a long sigh.

"well……"

This sigh sent chills down Kurenai's spine.

"What's wrong? Doesn't it taste good?"

"It's not a problem with the food."

Aoba tilted her head back, gazing at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, her eyes filled with melancholy. "It's a wound in my heart. You know, when that knife came at me, I was so scared I almost wet my pants. My young heart suffered an indelible wound."

"Now, every time I close my eyes, all I see is that hideous face of the Cloud Ninja. I'm sure I'll have nightmares every night, and it might even leave me with psychological trauma, causing chakra imbalances and reversed meridian flow..."

Yuhi Makoto's lips twitched.

No, this kid's really into acting, isn't he?

The sand was almost choking him to death, but the kid didn't show the slightest bit of mercy!

But knowing she was in the wrong, Shinku could only sigh and say, "Tell me, what do you want this time?"

Aoba instantly dropped her melancholy expression, sat up straight, and extended her finger.

"I want the Shadow Clone Technique."

……