Naruto: I am Uchiha Shirou-Chapter 200: Naruto: I am Uchiha Shirou []

Hokage's Office Building.

"At the time of the mission to Roran, a large number of puppets were discovered. However, all of them had lost their power and appeared to have undergone a battle of at least a Kage-level scale...

Additionally, the entire Roran has been transformed into a puppet city. Traces of Sand Shinobi were found, so we did not venture further..."

Shirou, with a solemn expression, reported this mission to the Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen. As he opened the sealing scroll, it revealed more than a dozen puppets.

This caused Sarutobi Hiruzen, who was reviewing the information from Shirou, to furrow his brows.

"Hokage-sama, these puppets have never been seen on the battlefield before. They are likely a new type of puppets hidden by the Sand Shinobi."

"All these puppets are identical, not particularly advanced, but they can be mass-produced..."

Two ANBU members inspected the puppets and constantly reported their findings, which made Sarutobi Hiruzen's expression grow even graver.

"Mass-producible puppets... It seems the Sand Shinobi are determined!"

The Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen, looked at this critical intelligence from Roran, his face clouded with worry.

"This mission was arduous, but the war has already begun. Kirigakure has mobilized over 2,000 shinobi to land at the ruins of the Land of Whirlpools, and the Sand Shinobi have launched full-scale attacks at the borders. Other villages are also..."

The Third Hokage appeared deeply worried about the village. Finally, his cloudy gaze settled on Shirou, revealing an encouraging expression.

"I know you've just returned, but of the four reserve units, only yours and Danzo's have completed their initial formation. Danzo is currently leading his reserve force to the area near the Land of Rain...

While defending against the smaller nations, they are also countering the Suna and Iwa on either flank..."

Listening to the Third Hokage's words, Shirou couldn't help but feel a sense of irony. Among the Konoha elders, only Danzo was actively fighting on the frontlines. During the Third Ninja War, he had even manipulated Hanzo to cause chaos in the Land of Rain—truly one of his masterstrokes.

"I understand. For the sake of the village!"

Shirou nodded firmly, which brought a satisfied smile to Sarutobi Hiruzen's face.

"Go rest for now. Your squad will need to coordinate. Reliable intel suggests that Kirigakure has an elite ninja force preparing to land... Depart in three days!"

"Yes!"

Shirou accepted the mission without hesitation.

As Shirou left the Hokage's office, the moment the door closed, the worry in Sarutobi Hiruzen's eyes transformed into a trace of apprehension.

"Sunagakure, huh..."

Sarutobi Hiruzen shifted his gaze to the newly discovered puppets on his desk and muttered in a deep voice:

"Immediately study these puppets. If the Sand Shinobi are mass-producing them, they must plan to deploy them on the battlefield."

"Yes!"

The two ANBU members bowed respectfully and carried the puppets to a secret research facility.

Mass-producible puppets, though not as intricate, were ideal for battlefield use. Their simplicity allowed for easy collection, disassembly, and reassembly, making them ready for battle again.

...

"Shirou, the squad members are nearly assembled. The Uchiha clan has provided a team of 17 Jonin with three-tomoe Sharingan. The Hyuga branch family has sent five elite Chunin. There are also three ordinary civilian Jonin and two Aburame Chunin..."

"The squad now has a total of ninety-eight members. Including you and me, that makes an even hundred."

Uchiha Mikoto, with a gentle and composed demeanor, handed over a scroll listing the squad members.

Taking the scroll, Shirou confidently flipped through the information on each squad member, noting their ages, attributes, and preferred jutsu.

As a commander, strength alone wasn't enough—understanding the combat styles of one's team was essential for effective mission planning and task distribution.

"By the way, Shirou, your judgment is spot-on. The three people you brought back from the Land of Lightning—Mabui, Samui, and Yugito—are natural-born shinobi. Even in Konoha, they would be considered prodigies."

"Yugito, huh..."

Thinking of that girl, Shirou narrowed his eyes and smiled, enjoying the way Mikoto gently massaged his forehead to help him relax.

"From the Roran mission, Kushina managed to seal a significant amount of tailed beast chakra. It can be used for Yugito, who is naturally suited to becoming a Jinchuriki."

Originally, Yugito had a portion of the Two-Tails' chakra sealed in her, meant for cultivation as a pseudo-Jinchuriki akin to the monks of the Fire Temple. However, that method was slow.

The large amount of Nine-Tails chakra extracted this time could be used to strengthen the Two-Tails' power within her.

"Yugito, huh... I understand. These three will soon become qualified shinobi, and I will personally lead their training."

Hearing Mikoto's decision to personally lead the team, Shirou smiled.

"Lately, there's been a lot of talk in the village. Most of it concerns the Third Hokage, but some rumors come from our clan and the civilian shinobi as well..."

Listening to Mikoto's words, Shirou's eyes flashed with disdain.

"It's just the other villages' schemes. Seeing the internal division in the Land of Lightning, they want to incite conflict between the noble clans and civilian shinobi in Konoha.

But they underestimate Konoha. During wartime, not even the Third Hokage would allow such a thing."

His disdain wasn't just for the schemes but also for the ignorance of Konoha's lower-class villagers. This world values bloodlines, with genuine distinctions between social tiers.

The divide between noble clans and civilians was merely a typical class conflict. Civilians could still rise through the ranks by becoming shinobi—an elite Jonin's status wasn't low.

With this in mind, Shirou slowly took out a crimson book and began writing on a draft paper.

"Mikoto, have the squad members gather at the tavern tonight. In three days, we'll execute the mission. Everyone needs to get acquainted. Let's meet at the Senju family's tavern."

Hearing Shirou's words, Mikoto hesitated for a moment.

"Shirou, that tavern is different. It's often frequented by ninjas from the major clans..."

However, upon seeing Shirou writing intently, Mikoto nodded gently, her face softening with a smile. She refrained from asking further questions.

Any decision Shirou made, she would support wholeheartedly.

As time passed and the sunset bathed the room in golden light, Mikoto cherished this rare moment of solitude with Shirou. Her eyes shifted from curiosity to fascination as she watched him write.

Glancing at the time, Shirou narrowed his eyes and revealed a confident smile.

"Mikoto, during wartime, the Police Force will implement a 'Shinobi First' policy for law enforcement. Among shinobi, priority will be given to the noble clans and the strong."

Mikoto's expression changed upon hearing this. She raised her head and looked at Shirou's confident yet unabashedly ambitious smile. Her face grew serious.

The meaning was clear—Shirou intended to use the Police Force to send a political signal, elevating the status of shinobi and establishing a hierarchy among them.

"Shirou! The book you're writing..."

Realizing the implications, Mikoto looked increasingly concerned. Shirou, however, lightly waved the book in his hand and chuckled:

"Progress is made step by step, one bite at a time."

With a confident smile, Shirou didn't immediately enforce his ideals. Instead, he opted for gradual implementation, starting with the Police Force. At this point, any Uchiha would be unable to resist the temptation of producing a Hokage from their clan.

By beginning with the Police Force, he essentially signaled preferential treatment for noble clans when enforcing laws. While noble clans might receive leniency, ordinary shinobi would face strict adherence to the law.

Similarly, when disputes arise between civilians and ninjas, the bias leans toward the ninjas.

Although it is not explicitly stated, there is a clear division of status and hierarchy, slowly forcing everyone to accept it.

"During times of war, even if some people oppose, they won't stand out now—because war still requires countless ninja sacrifices!"

Shirou understood this better than anyone. In the high-pressure environment of war, ninjas are already prone to impulsive behavior that causes trouble.

If at this time he still did not release signals of his political ideology and did not start building his loyal faction, then he would be nothing but a fool.

"Mikoto, do you think my ambition contains too much ideology, perhaps even bordering on boldness?"

As he slowly handed a crimson book to Mikoto, Shirou raised his head. Mikoto, however, responded with a smile.

"Well, mostly because you didn't hide it from me. I've seen your drafts. If this was the finished version, it's quite subtle. Only after carefully pondering it would one unknowingly either agree with your perspective or reject it."

As Mikoto spoke, she slowly took out the draft from within the book. Annotated on it were his thoughts and even some ideas related to a hierarchical system.

"Mikoto, this world is one of survival of the fittest. Yet, ironically, the powerful ninjas have been reduced to mere tools. We should have been above it all..."

Shirou spoke with utmost seriousness. This world was truly distorted, so in this new publication, he no longer hid his ideology. Though still subtle, it would grow increasingly daring.

He even planned to publish three consecutive volumes. These books would gradually reveal his audacious ideas and propose a redefinition of the ninja's position.

Powerful Kekkei Genkai ninjas, secret technique ninjas, and Jonin should hold higher status. Following them would be Chunin and Genin, with civilians at the very bottom.

Kekkei Genkai ninjas who hadn't awakened their abilities would be ranked the same as ordinary ninjas, classified by strength.

Likewise, ninjas would also bear the responsibility of maintaining peace and stability in their homeland.

Although this might seem unfair to civilians, it also elevated the status of ninjas.

The benefits were immense. Who wouldn't enjoy being held in high regard, especially ninjas who wielded great power?

"I know this book, with time, will stir up a massive storm in the ninja world. But we must understand one thing—am I not simply stating the truth?"

With a look of confusion, Shirou spread his hands and said calmly:

"The so-called hierarchical system already exists. Look at the ninja world—ninjas are ranked above civilians. Among ninjas, there is also a clear division into lower, middle, and upper ranks. Yet, they insist on parading the banner of equality...

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This is nothing but a hypocritical mask hiding the true essence of the world. If this world were entirely made of civilians, then my ideology would indeed be the root of chaos."

At this moment, Shirou pointed to the book in Mikoto's hand and shook his head.

"The development of the ninja world has long told us one truth: this world was never fair. A ninja's child almost always becomes a ninja. Meanwhile, no matter how hard a civilian's child tries, only a tiny fraction can become ninjas."

As he spoke, Shirou extended his hand, using his thumb and pinky finger to illustrate just how small that probability was.

"Setting aside the legends of the Sage of Six Paths, the development of the ninja world over nearly a thousand years—from the Warring States period to today—has always placed Kekkei Genkai clans as the strongest. Below them are the secret technique clans, then the ordinary ninja clans, and so on.

Now, in the era of ninja villages, everyone wears a hypocritical smile and talks about equality. But in reality? Which ninja village doesn't covet powerful Kekkei Genkai?"

At this moment, Shirou slowly stood up, gazing at the Hokage Rock bathed in the setting sun. His eyes glimmered with a sacred light as he opened his arms as if embracing the entire world.

"I'm merely tearing off the ninja world's hypocritical mask and helping everyone recognize and accept reality. At the same time, I've given more people the motivation and ambition to climb upward—to become ninjas, to become strong..."

Despite the ambitious nature of his speech, in Shirou's tone, there was a sense of philosophy.

He presented the world with a clear worldview: as long as one became a ninja and worked hard to train, they could change their fate. The hope of truly crossing social classes existed.

"Shirou, I believe you will become the true god of the ninja world!"

At this moment, bathed in golden sunlight, Shirou appeared radiant in Mikoto's eyes. She believed even more firmly that Shirou would be the one to change the ninja world.

A bold strategy! This was a blatant, open strategy!

In the past, the civilians of the ninja world lived under the illusions woven by those in power. This book merely began to peel away the veil covering the ninja world.

The ninja villages had been established for only a few decades, and the conflicts of this new world had yet to erupt. Shirou was merely exposing them in advance.

As the sun set and the clouds of war loomed, each ninja receiving their mission carried a heavy expression. Their families understood that this parting might very well be eternal.

Meanwhile, the four great ninja villages had formed an alliance to wage war against Konoha, causing the Third Hokage's prestige to plummet.

Especially among the families of fallen ninjas, resentment began to fester toward the Third Hokage, who had initiated the war.

...

In Konoha's busiest street, a tavern saw a steady stream of ninjas entering.

"Asuma, we're not old enough to drink!"

In one corner, the mature-looking Asuma had a cigarette dangling from his lips. Seeing Ebisu's nagging expression, he couldn't help but look displeased.

"Ebisu, training just ended. If you don't want to drink, you can leave. But if you dare to report me..."

The two had used transformation jutsu, but it didn't fool the tavern staff. However, being ninjas, most people turned a blind eye, especially during wartime.

Ebisu, feeling helpless, raised his hands and said, "How could I? I'd never report you."

But Asuma's dissatisfied look forced him to retreat to another corner. After all, his parents had taught him one thing:

They had barely managed to align themselves with the Third Hokage, so they had to show absolute loyalty.

"Huh, why are there so many people here today?"

"Exactly. There are over ten Uchiha Jonin here. They never come to this tavern."

As night fell, the tavern, which was usually only half full, was now almost 80% occupied.

"Shh, don't you see? These people are all part of Lord Shirou's reserve team. Looks like there's a gathering here tonight."

Among the many ninjas in the tavern, Sarutobi Asuma overheard the whispers. He couldn't help but glance up, then lowered his head, drinking in silence despite his young age.

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