The Great Martial art system of Naruto

Chapter 6: Ignoring the Words of Immortals Leads to Immediate Loss!

Although Takeda Yoshiharu had used his own bloodline limit to determine his fortune, Takeuchi Masato still turned his attention to the Third Hokage. After all, whether he went to carry out the mission was still up to the Third.

Combining the scene from last night where he was being spied on with the way the Third had behaved today, the Third Hokage could only reluctantly accept the words of Takeda Yoshiharu.

As everyone's gaze focused on him, the Third Hokage took a drag from his cigarette and spoke, "In that case, Takeuchi Masato's mission is canceled; it seems the enemy might have already caught wind of it."

Hearing that the Third Hokage had canceled the mission regarding his mother, Takeda Yoshiharu breathed a sigh of relief, his worries finally set at ease.

Just as the Third was about to speak again, a voice came from outside, "Oh really? A kid's so-called bloodline limit is enough to make you, the Third, abandon this mission? Sarutobi, have you grown old?"

To be honest, at this moment, Takeda Yoshiharu would rather encounter Uncle Snake than this person who spoke such words. Uncle Snake was just misguided in his pursuit of science; as long as you didn't obstruct him in his quest for immortality, there generally wouldn't be any danger.

However, the man who pushed open the door and walked in was someone who calculated everything; he was Danzo! This man had been so calculating that even when Konoha was under attack from enemies, he chose to bide his time: the very same Danzo!

Danzo had lost to Sarutobi for the position of Hokage during the Second Hokage's time, and even on his deathbed, he still yearned for the title.

"Who let you in?!" the Third Hokage said coldly, glaring at Danzo. At this moment, Sarutobi was not yet the incredibly aged man from the timeline of the anime; he was still known as the legendary "Professor of Ninjutsu!"

Ignoring the Third's question, Danzo fixated on Takeda Yoshiharu with interest.

Despite his internal panic, Takeda Yoshiharu kept a calm demeanor and spoke, "Grandpa, I'm speaking from the heart. Just like my parents, I also deeply love this village. Now that I have the ability to help reduce casualties among ninjas, it's my duty!"

Even he believed this statement when he said it. As a child, his greatest virtue was the innocent and pure gaze that was hard for anyone to doubt.

Danzo coldly remarked, "If the Hokage won't send anyone to seize those war resources, to prevent wastage, I will take it upon myself to safeguard them!"

His words made it clear that Danzo was determined to act regarding this mission! He was unfazed by his condescending tone toward the Third Hokage. After all, for Danzo, any opportunity to undermine the authority of the Third was something he would seize with pleasure.

Throughout his life, he had made it his mission to prove that the Third Hokage was inferior, using the very phrase "self-destructive." Seeing his companion moving further down the path of ruin, the Third could only shake his head in resignation, "If that's the case, I'll leave this matter to you."

Without any response, Danzo and two members of ROOT turned to leave, throwing a knowing smile at Takeda Yoshiharu. The boy couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. Out of politeness, he managed to say, "Goodbye, Grandpa!"

"Damn it, I hope I never have to see you again!" This truly expressed Takeda Yoshiharu's thoughts at that moment. Without being foolish enough to ask the Third Hokage who that old man was, Takeda Yoshiharu then said, "Third Hokage, could you please not spread the news about my bloodline limit?"

At this moment, the Third Hokage was already captivated by this clever and perceptive child. Although there were no facts to prove whether Takeda Yoshiharu's prophecy-like bloodline limit held any power, the Third had long devoted himself to cultivating ordinary civilian ninjas. Thus, Takeda Yoshiharu was now on his priority observation list.

Having finished what needed to be said, the Third waved his hand, "You can leave for now. When there's a mission, I'll send someone to inform you. Spend some time with your family and rest well."

After taking their leave from the Third Hokage, Takeda Yoshiharu was in high spirits, cheerfully stating in a child-like voice, "Today, I want to eat barbecue! Mom is treating!"

His mother, looking at him with a teasing expression, turned to Takeda Shinichi and said, "Alright, as long as it makes you happy. But really, he doesn't earn much; can he even afford to treat us to barbecue?"

That much was true; Takeda Shinichi was just an ordinary Chūnin. Although Konohagakure took on the most missions in the entire ninja world, a ninja could only undertake missions commensurate with his ability and could only make so much.

To break the awkward silence that ensued, Takeda Yoshiharu declared, "No worries! My goal is to become the greatest person in this world!"

He didn't care that in his declaration, "not the greatest ninja" had been mentioned. After all, with the help of a great martial arts system, if he couldn't reach the peak in this world, he wouldn't have the face to greet all the predecessors who had traveled through time before him.

Before long, they arrived at a finely decorated barbecue restaurant.

They chose a street-facing table on the second floor and, settling onto the soft cushions, the three sat down. Honestly, although it had been six years since he arrived in the world of Naruto, Takeda Yoshiharu still couldn't get used to why sitting was described as sitting but included the action of kneeling!

Yet in such a venue, Takeda Yoshiharu suppressed his thoughts and, under his mother's stern gaze, sat up straight.

Soon, a series of different types of barbecued meat was brought to the table by the waiter. Politely, Takeda Yoshiharu said, "I'm ready to eat!"

Without caring much about etiquette, he grabbed the most alluring skewer of grilled squid and began chomping down. The family of three happily chatted while enjoying their meal.

At that moment, seated at a nearby table shielded by screens, Akimichi Chōji devoured slices of meat endlessly, as if he had an insatiable appetite.