Naruto: This Uchiha is too innocent.

"I've taken a liking to him."

Danzo stared at Uchiha Sora, his hoarse voice sounding like that of a hanged ghost with one foot in the grave.

Uchiha Sora didn't even lift his eyelids, almost laughing. He even reached out and grabbed a handful of raisins. Hmm, the raisins were very sweet; they must be from the Land of Earth. He told his mother to buy more.

It's delicious, I love it.

Momonosuke's smile remained, but a look of doubt appeared in his eyes.

"You've got your eye on Kong? Assistant Danzo, my son is still young and I'm afraid he's not up to the task. The responsibility you speak of, Kong, is simply too much for him to bear."

"You're not young anymore, eleven or twelve years old. This is the age when you should be most molded. If your values ​​are wrong, you can still correct them and get back on the right path during this period."

Momonosuke sneered inwardly.

The right path? This old guy is implying the Uchiha clan has gone astray? What a joke! If an Uchiha were Hokage, would those ninja villages still dare to cause trouble?

Everyone knows that Danzo is the "Darkness of the Ninja World." If Ku were handed over to you for training, it's likely that within a few years, Ku's blade would be the only thing waiting for the Uchiha clan.

Despite his inner turmoil, he didn't show it for a moment. Instead, he appeared troubled, took the teapot from Lia's hand, poured out the cold tea in front of Danzo, and personally poured him another cup.

The rich aroma of tea wafted through the air, obscuring Momonosuke's dark and deep eyes.

"Ku is at a crucial age, and the next few years will be the most important time for his training. Therefore, I plan to have him learn the ninjutsu passed down by the Uchiha predecessors in the clan. If there are no accidents, Ku will be the next head of the Uchiha clan in a few years."

The implication was that he was rejecting Danzo's invitation.

A normal person would give up after hearing this, after all, you can't just kidnap someone's future clan leader, can you?

But who was Danzo? He wouldn't give up until he achieved his goal. He smiled slightly, and for the first time, picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"No problem. Joining Root and becoming the Uchiha clan leader are not mutually exclusive. Hand him over to me, and I will personally train him. I am confident that I can make him a Jonin in one year and a Kage-level ninja in three years. I believe that my training of him will not be inferior to that of the Uchiha clan. In five years, he will still be your clan leader."

Momonosuke looked calmly at Danzo and nodded. "That sounds good. I also believe that the Hokage's assistant has the ability."

He paused, his eyes darkening, as if joking, and said, "I've heard that Danzo's assistant is very good at training people. His subordinates are extremely loyal to you, and they would go through fire and water for you, just like... your dogs."

As he spoke, his gaze inadvertently drifted to Aburame Ryoma, who had remained silent to the side, his expression suggestive.

Ryoma's hand, hidden beneath his robes, suddenly clenched. These words were, in a sense, an insult to him. He quickly and silently released his grip, as if he hadn't heard a thing.

Uchiha Sora ate his raisins with great interest, watching this scene unfold. Although he was the center of the conversation, he didn't seem to care at all.

Danzo stared silently at Momonosuke, the oppressive aura of his superior emanating naturally...

And Momonosuke? He remained unchanged. He had experienced this kind of pressure from the superior quite often since Sora displayed his talent, thanks to the Fugaku clan chief.

After a long while, Danzo squinted his eyes.

"So, the patriarch is clearly refusing?"

"Where, where?" Momonosuke waved his hand. "I need a definite answer from Danzo's assistant: five years later, will Sora's surname be Uchiha, or... Shimura?"

After a moment, he laughed and waved his hand, "Just kidding, just kidding. My son, of course he'll take my surname, Uchiha, how could he possibly take the surname Shimura?"

As he spoke, his expression gradually turned serious, and he slowly said, "However... if you insist on having free time, that's not impossible."

Tell me about it?

"The next Hokage must come from my Uchiha clan."

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Danzo narrowed his eyes. "Are you joking?"

"How can you joke like that? Think about it, if you take Kong away, the position of the clan leader that is vacant will definitely be in jeopardy. Naturally, a new young clan leader will have to be elected. I'm not bragging, but my son has already gained the clan leader's approval. How can the new young clan leader win the hearts of the people? If... he is the designated next Hokage, then it will be a different story."

"Oh, right, I happen to have a son. How about I give the Hokage position to my youngest son? Perfect timing. With your guidance, Sora will definitely be a pillar of Konoha. He can then assist my youngest son."

Momonosuke spoke slowly and deliberately, as if he had already decided on a bright future.

Danzo's expression grew increasingly grim. He realized that although Momonosuke addressed him with polite formalities, he didn't actually take him seriously at all.

He was so angry he laughed. He never expected that Momonosuke Uchiha, who was so unknown, would have such courage. Who gave you the courage?

"The Uchiha... seem to be in increasingly dire straits lately." He narrowed his eyes, tapping his index finger rhythmically on the table as he spoke slowly.

Momonosuke paused, "Yes, after all, the Third Hokage took good care of the Uchiha."

"Give him to me. With my guidance, he will become a figure like Minato. I believe the villagers will soon be able to overcome their prejudice against the Uchiha."

Upon hearing this, Momonosuke's expression slowly returned to calm.

Giving him the space would improve the Uchiha's current situation, so why not?

Should we make a big deal out of this, for example, spreading rumors that the Uchiha clan has no spirit of dedication and that the Hokage's assistant wouldn't even give us a person to help?

"Clan Head Momonosuke, the Root isn't as bad as you think. Lord Danzo's abilities and character are undeniable. Over the years, Lord Danzo has dedicated almost everything to Konoha." At this moment, Ryoma adjusted his sunglasses and said, his wise gleam almost dazzling.

"Everything... is for Konoha."

Oh ho, if you can't get people by relying on their character, can you start by using morality as a starting point?

Uchiha Sora stared intently at this scene, his pace of eating raisins accelerating.

He reached out to grab some, only to find that he had already eaten most of the raisins, leaving only a few. Without hesitation, he picked up the plate and handed it to his mother beside him, the meaning unspoken.

Lia smiled helplessly, glared at him, and then quietly got up to pack him some raisins. However, she felt that raisins shouldn't be eaten in large quantities, so she decided to get some jujubes instead.

After a long silence,

"All for Konoha?" Momonosuke retorted, his face gradually darkening. "That's right. Since we're all from Konoha, it's only natural that we'd sacrifice for Konoha."

"However, I ask you, our Uchiha clan has always been loyal to Konoha. Every time, the Uchiha are at the forefront of the war. As one of the two oldest clans in Konoha, the Uchiha have made invaluable contributions to Konoha's current state." His voice suddenly rose, and in the next moment, it turned sinister.

"But what about now? The Uchiha clan is nearly extinct, their bloodline almost wiped out! And what are the higher-ups doing? They're ostracizing us, driving us out of the political arena!"

In an instant, the atmosphere turned icy cold. Mentioning Konoha, Momonosuke finally couldn't suppress his anger.

For a moment, neither side spoke, and a long silence fell between them.

Uchiha Sora, seeing that things were almost settled, coughed twice.

"Excuse me, I have something to say."

As he spoke, he flashed a bright smile.

"Yesterday, Jonin Minato recommended me to join the Anbu, and I accepted."