Starting From Being Adopted by the Second Hokage!

Senju Tobirama's residence.

Senju Tobirama sat in his study, flipping through the profiles of the Academy students.

From the thick stack of documents, he eventually pulled out five profiles: Sarutobi Hiruzen, Shimura Danzō, Hyūga Muki, Uchiha Kagami, and Koharu Utatane.

"Hyūga Muki..." Tobirama's face showed a trace of hesitation.

He was well aware of this child's talent.

But the Hyūga clan had always placed great importance on their Main House...

Shaking his head, Tobirama set Hyūga Muki's profile back into the pile.

He then pulled out another file—this one belonged to Mitokado Homura.

After carefully reading through all five files, Tobirama murmured to himself:

"I'll choose my disciple from among these..."

It was clear—Senju Tobirama was considering taking on a disciple.

After multiple rounds of selection, he had finally narrowed it down to five suitable candidates.

"It all depends on how you perform in the final exam."

Tomorrow was the final exam, and those who performed well would have a chance to become his disciple.

He needed to begin nurturing a new generation of geniuses loyal to Konoha as soon as possible.

...

"Dinner's ready!"

Renya's voice rang from outside the door, breaking Tobirama's train of thought.

"Got it."

By the time Tobirama reached the kitchen, Renya had already prepared a hearty spread on the table.

"Brat, the final exam is tomorrow. Feeling confident?"

Renya paused mid-bite and thumped his chest confidently.

"Don't worry!"

Tobirama looked at Renya's smug expression but said nothing.

If it weren't for the fact that Renya had ranked dead last in academics last semester, he might've believed him.

"Have you been paying attention in class?" Tobirama asked.

Renya's expression stiffened. He laughed awkwardly.

"Yeah… yeah, I have."

Whether he actually had or not—only he knew the truth.

Tobirama didn't press the issue.

"As long as you have. Tomorrow's exam is very important."

Renya blinked in confusion. What did that mean?

Something must've happened during this time period?

He racked his brain but couldn't figure it out.

Forget it. Tobirama's weird way of thinking wasn't something ordinary people could guess.

...

After dinner.

For once, Renya didn't go out to train. Instead, he returned to his room and opened a book.

Tomorrow morning was the written exam. He'd slept through most classes and hadn't really learned anything.

It wasn't his fault—Renya would get sleepy the moment cultural subjects began. Sometimes he even slept through the entire day.

Usually, Nara Motoha was the same, dozing off in class with him.

Last time, Renya thought Motoha would also be at the bottom of the class like him, but that guy actually scored a perfect grade in academics!

It made Renya question his entire existence.

He felt utterly betrayed.

They'd both been sleeping in class—why did Motoha get a perfect score?!

Motoha's explanation was: [This kind of simple subject doesn't require paying attention. That's why I sleep through class.]

[I thought you were just like me, Renya-kun.]

At the time, Renya was utterly speechless.

Fine. You win!

The Nara clan really was smart. He couldn't compare.

"This time, I'll study hard and reclaim what's rightfully mine!"

Clutching his textbook, Renya vowed to turn over a new leaf.

He believed that with his intelligence, studying for one night should be enough to at least pass!

"I'll drink this glass of milk, then study till morning!"

He pumped himself up, downed the milk in one go, and eagerly flipped open the book.

But after just two pages, Renya started yawning.

"Eh? What's going on?"

"Why do I get sleepy the moment I open a book?"

"Forget it… I guess I'm just not made for studying."

With that, Renya rolled into bed and drifted off to sleep.

As for the exam—he'd deal with it tomorrow.

...

Not long after Renya fell asleep, Senju Tobirama pushed open the door and entered.

He glanced at the textbook left on the desk and nodded in satisfaction.

The brat hadn't lied. He really had been trying to study.

Walking up to the desk, Tobirama opened Renya's notebook to check how accurate his homework had been.

But the moment he flipped it open, Tobirama was dumbfounded.

The pages were completely blank—not even a name written.

Tobirama: "…"

Damn brat, unbelievable.

He shot Renya an annoyed glare, then scooped him up and left the room.

...

Night shrouded the village in darkness. The streets of Konoha lay silent and still.

Carrying the sleeping Renya on his back, Senju Tobirama moved quickly through the shadows toward an underground laboratory.

His actions were furtive, as though terrified of being seen.

Senju Hashirama had strictly forbidden him from conducting experiments, sealing off many of his labs.

This was the last one he had left.

If it got shut down too—he'd have nowhere else to go...

Pushing open the stone door, the damp, moldy smell mixed with disinfectant flooded the air.

Tobirama gently placed Renya onto the experiment table.

With practiced movements, he donned a white lab coat and mask.

"What secret does the Sharingan hold that makes the Uchiha clan so powerful?"

He gently pried open Renya's eyelids, revealing the boy's eyes.

Picking up a thin syringe, Tobirama carefully inserted the needle into Renya's arm, drawing out fresh, crimson blood into a test tube.

Under the microscope, the blood's cellular structure was clearly visible.

Tobirama observed intently, occasionally jotting down notes on a sheet of parchment.

Time ticked by.

The lab was silent, save for the hum of equipment and the scratch of a pen across paper.

On the table, Renya stirred slightly, blinking open his eyes in a daze.

Taking in his surroundings, he sighed.

This lab again...

No surprise—his body still wouldn't move.

He tried controlling his arm—just as expected, it didn't budge at all.

Renya strained to move his eyeballs, scanning the room.

That figure in the white coat stood off to the side, studying something intently.

Same old dream again, huh...

Thinking this, Renya slowly shut his eyes again.

At that moment, Senju Tobirama's eyes lit up.

"What would happen if someone possessed both Senju and Uchiha bloodlines?"

Without hesitation, Tobirama drew a vial of his own blood and mixed it with Renya's.

The moment the two blood samples touched—they resonated!

"A resonance between bloodlines… Is it fusion, or devouring?"

Yet the two samples fused perfectly.

"No... This isn't a clash of bloodlines at all!" Tobirama's voice trembled with disbelief.

He quickly placed the mixed blood under the microscope.

Magnifying to the extreme, he spotted a spiral-shaped genetic structure deep within the cells—identical in both samples.

Tobirama staggered back, clutching the table with a look of shock.

"From the same origin... Our bloodlines... are of the same source... How is this possible?!"

The experiment results were clear: Senju and Uchiha shared the same origin!

For a moment, the world felt unreal to him.

If Renya knew, he'd probably think Tobirama was overreacting.

The ancestors of the Senju and Uchiha were literal brothers—both sons of Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo. It would be bizarre if their bloodlines weren't the same.

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