Naruto: This Uchiha is too innocent.

in the jungle,

The security team formed a perimeter, isolating a section of the area and preventing anyone other than security personnel from approaching.

A faint smell of blood wafted in the air, which was unpleasant, but the security team wasn't going to sit idly by; the sight of blood didn't surprise them.

Each person patrolled their assigned area, and if anything unusual happened, their skyrocket would light up the night sky.

When Ritsuta Yamashiro arrived at the scene, the security team had already laid the three bodies together.

"How is it?" Ritsuta Yamashiro said, putting on white gloves and squatting down in front of the corpse, lifting the shroud.

The ninja in charge of the matter looked grave. "This is bad. Three people have died. One of them was a Konoha ninja, and the other two..."

The first corpse that Yamashiro Ritsuta uncovered was a Konoha ninja. His throat had been slit with a sharp weapon, killing him instantly without any chance to resist. His clothes and goggles indicated that he was a Konoha ninja.

"What happened to the other two?"

"The other two... were unrecognizable, and when we arrived, their clothes were burned to ashes, making it impossible to identify them."

Ritsuta Yamashiro lifted the other two white sheets, revealing two naked corpses lying on the spot, their bodies charred black, clearly burned.

He glanced at it, then covered it back up, his face grim. He stood up, took off his gloves, and took a cigarette from the ninja beside him.

"These two are most likely not from Konoha. Let's go back and check to confirm."

As for the victims of Konoha, verify the information and then arrange compensation for their families.

With that, he prepared to leave.

"Captain, and then?" the subordinate hurriedly asked.

"And then?" Yamashiro Ritsu glanced at him and chuckled. "Then everyone goes back to their own homes and finds their own mothers."

"The bodies are burned to a crisp, they're just showing off and not letting us confirm what country these two are from."

Then, as if he had thought of something, he added, "Send two people to search the surrounding area for any clues. We'll talk about everything else once we find any clues."

Oh, by the way, things haven't been peaceful lately, so it's best not to go out alone.

Watching Yamashiro Ritsuta leave, the remaining people looked at each other, speechless.

The person who initially asked the question was somewhat annoyed.

"The captain's attitude is so perfunctory! What if this matter involves much more than just this?!"

The person next to him sighed, stepped forward, and patted him on the shoulder. "You can't blame the captain. During the Third World War, all sorts of monsters and demons come along. How many times has this happened this month? Five or six times, right?"

"And someone even destroyed the body to cover up the evidence, clearly trying to prevent us from investigating. Even if we do investigate, it will probably all come to nothing in the end."

It would be more worthwhile to use this time to deal with other things.

The man lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and clenched his fists tightly, but then could not loosen them and silently left the place.

Night deepened...

……

The next day,

The small courtyard of Uchiha Sora's house,

The scorching wind blowing in from outside lifted the boy's hair, revealing his obsidian-like eyes.

Uchiha Sora yawned softly, his gaze falling on the spirited young man who was already looking radiant early in the morning.

The latter's gaze was firm, his hands quickly forming hand seals, finally ending in the tiger seal posture.

"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"

In an instant, a fireball with a diameter of one meter slammed into the open ground in front of him, and the scorching heat wave swept over him, taking away the last bit of confusion from Uchiha Sora.

"Clap clap clap—"

He clapped enthusiastically and praised the boy, "You truly live up to your reputation, Haki Shui. Your Fireball Jutsu is in no way inferior to mine."

Hearing his brother's praise, Shisui scratched his head shyly, then, as if remembering something, asked curiously, "Brother, what does 'hajisui' mean?"

"Hmm... it means I'm praising you." Uchiha Sora gave a reasonable explanation.

"Hehe, then brother is Hagikun." Shisui said with a grin.

Hmm, Hakiko, that sounds pretty good, much better than that guy calling him "Uchiha brat" yesterday.

Inside the house, Momonosuke pushed open the door and saw his two sons, who hadn't been slacking off since early morning. He nodded with satisfaction.

With such a son, what more could he ask for? Both of them are his pride. In fact, because of Uchiha Sora, his status in the Uchiha clan has risen even higher, now second only to the clan head.

"Ku, show me the results of your recent training, hmm... use the Great Fireball Technique."

Uchiha Sora's raised face froze instantly.

The results of his training? He didn't have any. His only training was the basic skills of shuriken and kunai.

"Yes," he answered listlessly.

Then, under the expectant gazes of Momonosuke and Shisui, he formed hand seals.

"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"

In an instant, a fireball with a diameter of 1.5 meters shot out from his mouth.

Hmm, 1.5 meters tall, which is a full 0.5 meters taller than Shisui, who is six years younger than him.

Momonosuke's face visibly darkened.

At such a young age, Shisui didn't understand what this meant; he only knew that his older brother's Fireball Jutsu was bigger than his own.

"Wow! My brother is amazing, no wonder he's my brother..." As he spoke, his voice grew weaker and weaker.

Because he finally realized that his father seemed...very dissatisfied.

"How big is Shisui's Great Fireball?" Momonosuke asked expressionlessly.

"One meter in diameter," Kong replied, bowing his head with a hint of embarrassment.

When did Shisui learn the Fireball Jutsu?

"Yesterday." The voice in the empty room grew fainter and fainter.

"How powerful was your Great Fireball Technique three years ago?" This was the last question Momonosuke asked.

"Diameter... 1.5 meters..." Kong shrank his neck, feeling unable to bear to look.

Three years, a full three years, and his Fireball Jutsu hadn't improved at all. He was ashamed of his title as a genius of the Uchiha clan.

Shisui stared wide-eyed in shock that his proudest brother hadn't improved his Fireball Jutsu for three whole years.

At the same time, he was secretly pleased, pleased that he finally had a way to surpass his brother.

The atmosphere of mud didn't last long.

Uchiha Sora felt so ashamed that he had nowhere to put his face, and let out a strange cry.

"Father, I suddenly remembered I have something to do today, so I'll be going now."

After saying that, he left the house without looking back, as if fleeing.

Momonosuke watched Uchiha Sora's hasty retreating figure and shook his head helplessly. He wasn't actually angry, just found it strange.

The son's excellence is obvious, so why is he so bad at ninjutsu? Instead, he's good at strange summoning techniques? No one in his lineage is good at summoning techniques either.

……

Leaving home,

Uchiha Sora's shame had finally subsided considerably. He kicked a soda can at his feet, looked at the deserted street, and for a moment didn't know what to do.

[System, do you have any tasks? []]

【none.】

[What a waste.]

[Please watch your words, host.]

With a dismissive scoff, Uchiha Sora ignored the system and focused on what he was going to do.

He was hungry; he hadn't had breakfast yet.

That being the case...

"I choose you, Ichiraku-kun!"