Shisui looked at Aomizu with eyes full of desperate yearning for praise, looking for all the world like an adorable puppy.
He wasn’t even six years old yet!
Konoha’s top genius of the current era, Kakashi Hatake, had also graduated at this age.
For a genius of the Uchiha Clan, the guiding principle of a lifetime was never to yield to anyone!
Aomizu gave his head an encouraging pat and agreed, “It’s just secret-recipe grilled fish.
Whenever Shisui wants to eat it, your big brother can make it for you…” Shisui chuckled happily, his smile brimming with complete satisfaction.
However, Aomizu’s expression turned serious.
He cleared his throat softly, fixed his gaze on him, and spoke slowly: “Why do you want to graduate early?” Shisui froze for a moment.
Meeting Aomizu’s earnest gaze, he uncomfortably shifted his eyes away.
“The Ninja Academy…
the Academy has nothing left to teach me.” Hearing Shisui’s hesitant response, Aomizu sighed softly.
“Shisui…
can you not even tell the truth to your brother?” The faint trace of disappointment in his tone instantly sent Shisui into a panic.
“That’s not it, Brother!” Shisui bit his lip.
A moment later, he whispered, “I am a prodigy of the Uchiha Clan, so I want to do my part to help the relationship between our clan and the village.
“If I can match Senior Kakashi’s speed in promoting to Chunin and become one of the most eye-catching geniuses in the village, I can gain the attention of both the village leadership and the clan’s higher-ups.
“Then, perhaps I can serve as a bridge to reconcile the conflicts between the village and the clan in a proper, peaceful way…” Hearing Shisui’s words, even Tobirama Senju inside Aomizu couldn’t help but nod in approval.
Gazing at Shisui’s youthful face, Tobirama uttered a soft, puzzled hum, his eyes flickering with thought.
Aomizu smiled silently to himself.
*So that was it.* Such small shoulders, yet always longing to shoulder mountain-like responsibilities with the posture of a genius.
Aomizu genuinely adored this younger brother of his.
Shisui truly loved his older brother.
Even though the original owner’s talent had been shockingly poor—unable to graduate from the Ninja Academy at eleven years old despite being an Uchiha—Shisui still respected Aomizu deeply, looking up to him as his emotional pillar and most beloved person.
“Shisui, you’re still just a child.
That kind of pressure and responsibility shouldn’t fall on your shoulders.” Aomizu flicked Shisui’s forehead lightly.
“You’re barely five years old—what do you know?
You’re just a brat with a craving for grilled fish.
“For now, just stay at the Academy and focus on learning.
The things you’re worrying about are for adults like your brother to handle.” Shisui let out a silly giggle, though his gaze began to wander slightly.
Subtle as it was, Aomizu could read his brother’s thoughts like an open book.
To be frank, with the original body’s combat ability, four or five of him wouldn’t be enough to beat a six-year-old Shisui.
No matter how much Shisui respected and loved his brother, he couldn’t help believing that in this extraordinary Ninja World where power reigned supreme, a ninja without strength could accomplish nothing.
“Shisui, it’s been a long time since we sparred, hasn’t it?
Want to give it a try after all this time?” Aomizu let out a leisurely sigh.
“Why don’t you let your dead-last big brother see the true strength of our family’s genius?
“If you can’t even defeat your big brother, then you’d better go back to being a greedy little kid who just wants to eat grilled fish.” Shisui’s eyes narrowed instantly.
As an Uchiha, even though Shisui had a mild temperament, having his strength questioned was something he could not tolerate—even if the person teasing him was Aomizu.
“Brother, if you lose, you have to cook whatever I want for the next week.” “Deal,” Aomizu replied with a bright smile, nodding.
“Let’s go.
We’ll head to the training ground Grandfather left us.” At the mention of their grandfather, Shisui’s eyes suddenly hardened with determination.
*That* was the kind of ninja he wanted to become.
And so, he thought secretly to himself: *I’m sorry, Brother.* *This time, I won’t hold back.
I need to use my power to unite the eyes of all our clansmen.* *Starting by persuading you, my most beloved brother.* # At the Aomizu home training ground.
Aomizu and Shisui stood far apart, facing each other.
Compared to Shisui’s formal, tightly fitted combat gear, Aomizu was still wearing his casual lounge clothes, looking just like a house-husband who had returned from buying groceries as usual, smiling warmly at his younger brother.
Inside Aomizu’s body, Tobirama Senju closely observed this live stream.
Although Aomizu hadn’t kicked him out or muted him, the Second Hokage—having just been humiliated earlier—chose to watch in silence.
Looking at Shisui through Aomizu’s perspective, Tobirama narrowed his eyes slightly.
The aura possessed by the six-year-old Shisui already surpassed that of an ordinary Chunin.
To Tobirama, who had judged countless people in his lifetime, if Shisui grew to his full potential, he would become a Kage-level powerhouse even without awakening the Mangekyo Sharingan!
*The potential and threat of the Uchiha Clan…
Tsk,* Tobirama muttered inwardly, thinking of the young prodigy’s older brother.
The naive Shisui had no idea that his wonderful brother had already imprisoned his admired grandfather’s teacher inside his own body…
“Brother, take this seriously.
Here I come!” Shisui looked helpless as he watched Aomizu standing there so carefree, thinking to himself: *Brother insists on sparring with me probably just to give himself a graceful way out…* *Rather than holding back like usual, going all out is the highest form of respect I can show him!* Shisui’s gaze suddenly turned resolute.
His fingers moved like phantom blurs, drawing six shuriken from his pouch in an instant and flinging them at Aomizu with a sharp, piercing whistle through the air!
However, none were aimed at vital spots.
“How gentle of you, Shisui.
Are you still afraid of hurting me?” Aomizu chuckled softly, weaving just two hand seals…
Around him, a surging wall of water spiraled upward, deflecting every single shuriken Shisui had aimed at his limbs.
“Water Style: Water Encampment Wall!” Tobirama Senju’s pupils shrank dramatically.
*He cast Water Encampment Wall with only two seals?!* *Furthermore, this isn’t just a simple wall formation—it’s a full three-dimensional defense!
That requires an extremely high mastery over the shape transformation of water-attribute chakra!* *Isn’t this my damn jutsu?!* [From rival target Tobirama Senju: You have obtained Chakra Sensing Technique (Tobirama Senju Version)!] The corners of Aomizu’s lips curled into a subtle smirk.
*Old man, be thoroughly shaken, then hand over the rewards like a good little coin machine!* This was precisely why he hadn’t blocked Tobirama’s senses.
Across from him, Shisui rubbed his eyes in disbelief, as if he no longer recognized his own brother.
Simplified hand seals, B-rank Water Style Ninjutsu…
How was this anywhere near a dead-last who couldn’t even graduate from the Academy?!
“Brother, you…” Shisui looked at Aomizu in shock.
A moment later, he suddenly burst into a smile.
“As expected of my brother…
you really gave me quite a surprise…” “In that case, I will go all out too!” Within Shisui’s eyes, three tomoe slowly emerged.
One in the left, two in the right!