Yuu waved to Minato, then glanced at the scroll in his hand.
“Already sending your students on C‑rank missions this soon?”
Minato nodded.
“There’s simply too much work right now.
Even D‑rank tasks are getting snatched up in minutes.
As their instructor, I’m allowed to pick simpler C‑rank jobs to get them started — they can train as we travel, which is far better than practicing in the village.”
Yuu nodded in genuine admiration; even Inuzuka Takeshi looked impressed.
After Minato left, Kiba sighed.
“Your brother’s so lucky.
A teacher that dedicated — and that skilled.
You can tell he was trained by Jiraiya.
Takeshi’s instructor… well, it’s better not to say.”
“Don’t be discouraged.
With you guiding him, Takeshi will improve fast,” Yuu said.
Kiba nodded.
> [Record: Minato’s team took a C‑rank bound for Takekawa.
Knowing Obito’s terrible luck, I bet something goes wrong.]
> [Ding!
Record saved.
Feedback generated.
10 entries remaining today.]
The system only gave a plain confirmation — no new insight, no trace of Minato’s chakra or lineage.
Yuu was a little disappointed.
Too short a meeting, I suppose.
You need the right trigger to draw rewards from someone like him.
“Yuu — it’s our turn!
Hurry, grab whatever’s left!” Kiba groaned.
Only C‑rank missions remained.
For fairness, all scrolls looked identical on the outside — no details about client, location, or target until opened.
All listed only as “escort” or “transport”.
Yuu picked one at random.
The two ninjas hurried over.
“Sure — but it’s only C‑rank.
Still interested?”
They hesitated — they’d hoped the Uchiha name would get them better work — but backing out now would offend him.
They nodded reluctantly.
“Mission registered: Uchiha Yuu, Ōshima Shōhei, Ono Shigeru.”
Outside the hall, they unrolled the scroll — and froze.
> [URGENT: Multiple cargo hijackings reported in Takekawa region, Fire Country.
Attacks suspected to be the work of unknown ninja.
Investigate the attackers’ identity.]
> Rank: B
> Rewards: 80,000 ryō for resolving the incident; 200,000 ryō for each hostile ninja eliminated.
> Target: Unknown rogue ninja.
No confirmed age or appearance.
One confirmed trait: missing right arm.
Likely a wounded wanderer.
> Threat level: Unknown — assume standard rogue combat capability.]
Swapped.
That was Yuu’s first thought — and it all clicked into place.
The system’s promise meant this was exactly the trap ROOT had laid for him.
“Told you!” Ōshima grinned.
“The Uchiha name really does open every door!”
“A real B‑rank mission!” Ono agreed.
“The rumors are true — the higher-ups really do give your clan special treatment!”
They traded looks and switched straight into flattery mode.
“Lord Yuu, leave everything to us!
One one‑armed rogue?
We’ll handle him easily!”
“Just stand back and supervise — we’ll split the pay 40/30/30 for you.
Just remember us next time!” Ono added eagerly.
“Now, now — Lord Yuu will decide who’s worth keeping based on results, right?
We won’t let you down!” Ōshima glanced around, then lowered his voice.
“And once we’re done? Get faster updates on g.com.
Drinks at the riverside izakaya — on us, no limits.”
Ono winced at the cost, but shut up at Ōshima’s sharp look.
“Deal,” Yuu said with a smile.
He knew exactly what they were doing — and it suited his plans perfectly.
Their greed would deflect any questions later.
But Takekawa… hadn’t Minato’s mission been headed there too?
“Pure coincidence?
Or is Obito’s jinx already at work again?”
High in the Hokage Tower, the two ROOT agents watched Yuu leave with the pair, and smiled.
One turned to the clerk who’d swapped the scroll.
“Well done.
I’ll speak to Lord Danzō — you’ll make a fine addition to ROOT.”
“It would be the greatest honor!
I will never forget your recommendation!”
“Just update the mission log later so it matches their new assignment.”
“Understood.” The clerk hesitated.
“But what if they notice the swap and come back to change it?”
The ROOT agent sneered.
“Change it?
Who turns down a B‑rank?
Especially one carrying the Uchiha name.”
The clerk nodded in understanding.
“Right — pride makes them blind.
They’ll assume it’s just their due privilege.”
“Exactly.”
Once the clerk left, the two ROOT agents grinned, already daydreaming: praise from Danzō, promotion, a shorter, more respected code name…
“By the way — you really planning to bring him into ROOT?”
“Please,” the agent scoffed.
“Trash like him doesn’t deserve to serve.
If he gets too curious, we’ll silence him too.”