The afternoon sun was somewhat lazy, spilling through the windows onto the classroom floor and casting long shadows.
The hypnotic effect of the theory class was significant; aside from a few top students like Orochimaru who were still writing furiously, most of the students had entered a semi-conscious state.
Naoki saw his chance and gave a wink to Jiraiya next to him.
Jiraiya immediately understood and raised his hand.
“Teacher!
My…
my stomach hurts!
I need to go to the bathroom!” He clutched his stomach with a pained expression and exaggerated acting.
The teacher waved him off impatiently: “Go on, and be quick about it!”
The moment the entire class’s attention was drawn to Jiraiya, Naoki moved.
His body was like a boneless cat, sliding silently from his seat.
Using the desks and chairs as cover, he stayed low to the ground, moving as swiftly as a ghost toward the back door of the classroom.
The entire process didn’t make a single sound.
The stealth techniques from the Uchiha Fluidity Art in his mind seemed to become instinct at this moment.
Controlling his breathing, suppressing his presence, utilizing visual blind spots…
this knowledge that originally only existed in theory was perfectly applied to his practice of skipping class.
Only after Jiraiya had dashed out of the classroom did everyone realize that the “Great Demon King,” who had been sleeping by the window all along, had disappeared at some unknown point.
…
After successfully slipping out of the Ninja Academy, Naoki didn’t linger for a second.
He knew that if the school found him missing, they would at most give him a demerit, but if his Second Grandpa found out he skipped class, the consequences would be severe.
He had to make the most of his time.
Konoha’s streets were as busy as ever, but he didn’t take the crowded main roads, choosing instead rooftops, alleys, and other places where he could hide his figure.
His body wove and jumped nimbly between eaves and walls, his movements light and swift.
Every time he landed, it was as silent as a falling feather.
This was the change brought about by the Uchiha Fluidity Art.
It wasn’t just a set of killing techniques, but an ultimate mastery over one’s own body.
Naoki discovered to his surprise that with his current physical fitness combined with the movement techniques of this martial art, his speed and agility were already on par with an average Genin. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
“It seems this system isn’t completely useless after all,” he thought happily to himself.
Soon, he arrived at a special area of Konoha Village.
The architectural style here was clearly different from other places; every household had a red and white fan—the Uchiha Clan crest—hanging on its walls.
This was the Uchiha Clan Compound.
The atmosphere in the air was also starkly different from the outside.
If the rest of Konoha was peaceful and prosperous, then this place was filled with oppression and vigilance.
On the streets, Uchiha Clan members wearing the armbands of the Konoha Police Force could be seen everywhere.
They all had cold faces and sharp eyes, patrolling back and forth and questioning passersby.
Any non-Uchiha entering this place would immediately attract their attention.
Naoki hid in the shadow of a roof, suppressing all his presence and observing motionless, like a stone.
He noticed that the atmosphere in the Uchiha Clan Compound today seemed even more tense than usual.
The number of Police Force members on patrol had more than doubled.
Moreover, he could feel that many Uchi…ha Ninjas coming out of the residences below were all in a hurry, their faces grave as they moved toward the same direction deep within the compound.
That direction…
Naoki narrowed his eyes, judging from the map of Konoha in his memory.
It was exactly where the Naka Shrine was located.
“Strange, what day is it today?
Is the Uchiha Clan holding a general meeting?” Naoki wondered to himself.
Of course, he didn’t know that the Uchiha Clan at this moment was on the eve of a violent storm.
Ever since the “Physics-based Fire Style” incident, the name Senju Naoki had caused an uproar within the Uchiha Clan.
A Senju had used the Uchiha’s ultimate Fire Release.
The impact of this matter on the Uchiha Clan was immense.
The Moderate Faction, led by Uchiha Kagami, after their initial shock and self-doubt, ultimately chose to believe the Second Hokage’s “scientific explanation,” considering it a high-level Water Release they temporarily couldn’t understand.
They warned the clansmen not to speculate wildly, to trust the Hokage, and to maintain the peace and stability of the Village.
But the Radical Faction, led by Uchiha Setsuna, was a completely different story.
They didn’t believe Senju Tobirama’s nonsense at all! Visit g.com for the full chapter.
Physics?
Plasma?
Those were all lies to trick three-year-olds!
That was clearly the purest and most powerful Fire Release!
It was proof of Lord Madara’s bloodline!
Uchiha Setsuna firmly believed that Senju Naoki definitely had a connection to Uchiha Madara!
He might even be Lord Madara’s lost bloodline, a “Holy Son” whom Senju Tobirama deliberately concealed and imprisoned to consolidate his own rule!
This crazy idea spread quickly through the Radical Faction like a virus.
They believed this was an opportunity!
A once-in-a-lifetime chance to reclaim the glory that belonged to the Uchiha!
They had to take action!
Thus, Uchiha Setsuna, the leader of the Radical Faction, used his authority in the Police Force to secretly summon all his like-minded clansmen.
Today, in the Underground Secret Chamber of the Naka Shrine, they were going to discuss a major matter—how to resist the Senju’s suppression and how to welcome the lost “Holy Son” back to the Uchiha!
Naoki was completely unaware of all this.
He only knew that his mission difficulty for today seemed to have increased quite a bit.
With so many Uchiha elites heading to the Naka Shrine, it would be as difficult as climbing to heaven for an outsider like him to sneak in.
“Forget it, I won’t think about it.
I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.”
Naoki shook his head, putting these troubling thoughts behind him.
He once again confirmed the patrol routes and blind spots, then took a deep breath.
His body was like a fully drawn bow, suddenly snapping forward.
His figure darted quickly between the shadows of the rooftops.
Every landing point of his jumps was precisely calculated, perfectly avoiding all lines of sight that could lead to exposure.
The stealth techniques in the Uchiha Fluidity Art were being utilized by him to the extreme.
Those patrolling Uchiha Police Force members, though each had their Sharingan activated and were vigilantly scanning their surroundings, didn’t notice at all that a silver-haired “ghost” had already silently bypassed their defense line and was sneaking toward their clan’s most sacred forbidden ground—the Naka Shrine.