After finishing training with Rin—which doubled as his own training—Kisuke walked her home, then headed back to the Uchiha compound.
"Personality really is a superpower."
On his way to the Uchiha library, Kisuke muttered to himself.
Ever since entering the Ninja Academy, he'd figured something out: to survive this crazy world, you needed more than strength. You needed Strategy and a good persona.
And after careful observation, he'd chosen his path—craft a reliable image.
Take Minato. Mention his name, and people immediately thought: "strong," "sunny," "charismatic."
Mention Uchiha, and people thought: "beautiful," "powerful," "tragic," "unhinged," and occasionally "cackling maniac."
He couldn't compete with Minato's natural PR campaign. But he could carve out a niche. One word: trustworthy.
And honestly, it worked.
Even after the Hawk Faction threw him under the bus, and even with the war grinding down his humanity, his reputation stayed intact—at least outside the upper echelons. It made life easier. Gave him friends. Sure, most were surface-level, but they were the kind of guys you could talk to about anything—from stealing chalk in primary school to choosing a good gravesite.
Except for Obito.
"... should I just kill him before he starts causing chaos."
Kisuke paused for a moment, but after a little thought, he saw that it didn't really matter whether Obito died or not. Madara would choose another Uchiha regardless, and Kisuke prefers to stick with the plotline rather than messing it beyond recognition.
Of course, if something touched his interest, he wouldn't give a shit and change plot if he had to.
Kisuke didn't dwell on the problem as he had reached the library.
After a brief check-in, he passed through the inner hall and began his search.
Even though he'd asked to come here before getting the "Extraordinary" reward, he would've still come regardless. The library's collection on the Sharingan was too valuable.
He'd awakened his eyes early and used them often, which gave him a solid foundation. The problem was, before awakening them, nobody gave him the time of day—and after, he got dumped onto the battlefield with zero time for study.
Now he finally had a chance to catch up.
The documents would help him refine his usage, maybe even hit his current limit sooner so he could trigger a breakthrough.
But the deeper he read, the more his brows furrowed.
"Too shallow. And too basic."
Most of the materials stopped at the second tomoe. A few scratched the surface of the third. As for the Mangekyō? Practically nothing.
"When Uchiha Madara left, did he sweep the whole archive clean with him?"
Sure, leave if you want to, but did you really need to precision-strike the good stuff on your way out?
"Forget it. This'll do for now."
With a resigned sigh, Kisuke gathered the scrolls to put them away. He'd still made gains tonight—enough to practice his two-tomoe Sharingan.
The rest, he'd just have to figure out on his own.
But just as he passed the innermost shelf—one barely visible in the back of the room—his peripheral vision caught something. A scroll. Dust-covered. Jammed deep behind the lowest tier.
"Huh?"
He paused, slid the old documents back into place, and stepped closer.
The scroll was coated in dust, clearly untouched for years. It had no label, no title—just something forgotten and shoved into a dead corner.
Most people wouldn't bother with junk like this. Everyone who came here had a purpose; no one had time to dig through unmarked trash.
But Kisuke? Trash was sometimes treasure. He knelt, dusted it off, and unrolled it carefully.
Then froze.
"The Uchiha's final weapon?"
"Uchiha... Hikari?"
He blinked.
"What the hell is this?"
***
"What on earth is this?"
The next morning, Kisuke got up early for training, though his mind wasn't fully in it. The information he'd read the night before still lingered.
Labeled the Uchiha's ultimate weapon—how strong did someone have to be to earn that title?
"Stronger than Madara?"
The idea felt ridiculous. No one in the Uchiha clan had ever surpassed Madara. Not even Sasuke in the original timeline came close—not without help. And if Madara hadn't had his heart ripped out, it was still questionable whether even Naruto and Sasuke together could've taken him down.
"And this 'ultimate weapon' was sealed. No one even knows where."
The records said Uchiha Hikari's entire family was ambushed and wiped out by the Senju and other clans. According to captured Senju, the weapon wasn't killed—just sealed. But no one ever said where.
"If they could seal him, he's probably not stronger than Madara."
Still, Kisuke shook his head. Even sealed, he was considered dangerous enough to document. That meant something.
"Been sealed for hundreds of years. Probably dust by now. But if I knew where, maybe there's still something to scavenge."
Even bones or chakra residue from a figure like that might be worth something.
[New Branch Mission Acquired]
[1. Find the seal of Uchiha's final weapon alone]
[2. Report the information to the Uchiha clan]
[Mission Reward: Unknown]
"…Seriously?"
Kisuke blinked at the notification, then—without hesitation—picked the first option. If he didn't, the slot would stay occupied and slow down future rewards. Self-triggered missions couldn't be declined.
[Current Task Summary]
[Main Quest: He Can Replace Him]
[Side Quest 1: Assist the Minato Squad in destroying the Kannabi Bridge]
[Side Quest 2: Locate the seal of Uchiha's final weapon]
[Side Quest 3: None]
[Special Skill: Extraordinary]
Looking at his crude system interface, Kisuke didn't complain. Flashy wasn't always effective. If it worked, it worked.
He gathered his things and stepped out of the clan compound. The mission was a serious one—he had to prepare properly. After all, Fugaku hadn't even asked for details. He just needed to show loyalty to Konoha. A symbolic sacrifice.
Before the Nine-Tails incident, Fugaku had played the role of a dove. After it, he turned into something worse—an abstract thinker with no clear direction. He spoke of peace and unity while doing nothing to actually secure it.
"Even Konoha knows how to suppress internal issues during war," Kisuke muttered as he walked. "But he's still pretending none of this is real."
Konoha at least pretended to balance things—Uchiha was sent to fight Kirigakure, but Hyuga was also deployed. There was an illusion of fairness. Fugaku? Useless.
Just as Kisuke hit a particularly sour patch of thoughts, a green blur cartwheeled past him upside-down. It screeched to a halt beside him, then settled into a perfect handstand.
"Kisuke!"
Kisuke recognized him immediately and smiled. "You're still this energetic? Don't you ever take a break?"
"My father would never allow laziness," Gai said, beaming with a wide grin. "Because this—this is youth!"
They'd known each other a while—same class, same missions, same warzone. When Kisuke's original squad had died, he was reassigned to Gai's team. It had made them closer, bonded by survival.
"…I'm sorry about your father."
Gai's grin faltered for a moment. "He fought bravely. Took down the Seven Ninja Swordsmen by himself. He was an amazing ninja."
"He really was," Kisuke said, tone quiet.
They paused in shared silence until Gai broke it with his usual optimism. "So what's next for you?"
"I'm heading to the Land of Grass tomorrow. Don't know who's on the team yet, but it's supposed to be important."
"You just got back and they're sending you out again?"
"Yeah," Kisuke muttered, though in his head he was cursing Fugaku nonstop.
"If the village needs me, I'll do my best," he said with a forced smile. "Anyway, I still have prep to do. Don't let me interrupt your training."
"You're going to do great," Gai said, straightening up. "I want to be like my father—a true ninja."
"No, it shouldn't be a ninja, but a human."
When Kisuke heard his words, he couldn't help but tilt his head. After thinking about it, he reached out and patted Gai on the shoulder, then encouraged him.
"A ninja is just a tool to carry out missions, but as a human being, his will and spirit can be passed on and inherited.
As a ninja, perhaps Dai sensei has always been buried, and what he showed is just the final bloom of his youth.
But as a human being, his will has been passed on and is also inspiring you.
In the future, you will pass on this will and inspire the younger generations to keep moving forward. This is what makes you so great."
The inheritance of will?
Gai stared at Kisuke blankly. The vague concept he had before seemed to be completely confirmed at this moment.
Yes, his father's greatest strength was not his profession as a ninja, he was a Genin all his life.
The most remarkable thing about him is the will that runs through his life, the will called "youth" that has been inherited by him.
And in the future, he will definitely pass on this will!
At this moment, Gai's eyes lit up, as if he saw his father giving him a thumbs up.
"Thank you, Yuori."
Gai came back to his senses and gave Kisuke another thumbs up, his big white teeth shining.
"I finally figured it out!"
"Just figure it out. I'll be leaving first."
Kisuke took a step back calmly, worried that he would be infected by Gai.
"Kisuke, you're going to carry out a mission, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, what's wrong?"
"I'll go with you!"
"."
At this moment, Kisuke had only one thought in his mind: Gai, are you crazy?
He just wanted to improve his favorability by talking nonsense, but he didn't intend to drag Gai into the trap.
After finishing training with Rin—which doubled as his own training—Kisuke walked her home, then headed back to the Uchiha compound.
"Personality really is a superpower."
On his way to the Uchiha library, Kisuke muttered to himself.
Ever since entering the Ninja Academy, he'd figured something out: to survive this crazy world, you needed more than strength. You needed Strategy and a good persona.
And after careful observation, he'd chosen his path—craft a reliable image.
Take Minato. Mention his name, and people immediately thought: "strong," "sunny," "charismatic."
Mention Uchiha, and people thought: "beautiful," "powerful," "tragic," "unhinged," and occasionally "cackling maniac."
He couldn't compete with Minato's natural PR campaign. But he could carve out a niche. One word: trustworthy.
And honestly, it worked.
Even after the Hawk Faction threw him under the bus, and even with the war grinding down his humanity, his reputation stayed intact—at least outside the upper echelons. It made life easier. Gave him friends. Sure, most were surface-level, but they were the kind of guys you could talk to about anything—from stealing chalk in primary school to choosing a good gravesite.
Except for Obito.
"... should I just kill him before he starts causing chaos."
Kisuke paused for a moment, but after a little thought, he saw that it didn't really matter whether Obito died or not. Madara would choose another Uchiha regardless, and Kisuke prefers to stick with the plotline rather than messing it beyond recognition.
Of course, if something touched his interest, he wouldn't give a shit and change plot if he had to.
Kisuke didn't dwell on the problem as he had reached the library.
After a brief check-in, he passed through the inner hall and began his search.
Even though he'd asked to come here before getting the "Extraordinary" reward, he would've still come regardless. The library's collection on the Sharingan was too valuable.
He'd awakened his eyes early and used them often, which gave him a solid foundation. The problem was, before awakening them, nobody gave him the time of day—and after, he got dumped onto the battlefield with zero time for study.
Now he finally had a chance to catch up.
The documents would help him refine his usage, maybe even hit his current limit sooner so he could trigger a breakthrough.
But the deeper he read, the more his brows furrowed.
"Too shallow. And too basic."
Most of the materials stopped at the second tomoe. A few scratched the surface of the third. As for the Mangekyō? Practically nothing.
"When Uchiha Madara left, did he sweep the whole archive clean with him?"
Sure, leave if you want to, but did you really need to precision-strike the good stuff on your way out?
"Forget it. This'll do for now."
With a resigned sigh, Kisuke gathered the scrolls to put them away. He'd still made gains tonight—enough to practice his two-tomoe Sharingan.
The rest, he'd just have to figure out on his own.
But just as he passed the innermost shelf—one barely visible in the back of the room—his peripheral vision caught something. A scroll. Dust-covered. Jammed deep behind the lowest tier.
"Huh?"
He paused, slid the old documents back into place, and stepped closer.
The scroll was coated in dust, clearly untouched for years. It had no label, no title—just something forgotten and shoved into a dead corner.
Most people wouldn't bother with junk like this. Everyone who came here had a purpose; no one had time to dig through unmarked trash.
But Kisuke? Trash was sometimes treasure. He knelt, dusted it off, and unrolled it carefully.
Then froze.
"The Uchiha's final weapon?"
"Uchiha... Hikari?"
He blinked.
"What the hell is this?"
***
"What on earth is this?"
The next morning, Kisuke got up early for training, though his mind wasn't fully in it. The information he'd read the night before still lingered.
Labeled the Uchiha's ultimate weapon—how strong did someone have to be to earn that title?
"Stronger than Madara?"
The idea felt ridiculous. No one in the Uchiha clan had ever surpassed Madara. Not even Sasuke in the original timeline came close—not without help. And if Madara hadn't had his heart ripped out, it was still questionable whether even Naruto and Sasuke together could've taken him down.
"And this 'ultimate weapon' was sealed. No one even knows where."
The records said Uchiha Hikari's entire family was ambushed and wiped out by the Senju and other clans. According to captured Senju, the weapon wasn't killed—just sealed. But no one ever said where.
"If they could seal him, he's probably not stronger than Madara."
Still, Kisuke shook his head. Even sealed, he was considered dangerous enough to document. That meant something.
"Been sealed for hundreds of years. Probably dust by now. But if I knew where, maybe there's still something to scavenge."
Even bones or chakra residue from a figure like that might be worth something.
[New Branch Mission Acquired]
[1. Find the seal of Uchiha's final weapon alone]
[2. Report the information to the Uchiha clan]
[Mission Reward: Unknown]
"…Seriously?"
Kisuke blinked at the notification, then—without hesitation—picked the first option. If he didn't, the slot would stay occupied and slow down future rewards. Self-triggered missions couldn't be declined.
[Current Task Summary]
[Main Quest: He Can Replace Him]
[Side Quest 1: Assist the Minato Squad in destroying the Kannabi Bridge]
[Side Quest 2: Locate the seal of Uchiha's final weapon]
[Side Quest 3: None]
[Special Skill: Extraordinary]
Looking at his crude system interface, Kisuke didn't complain. Flashy wasn't always effective. If it worked, it worked.
He gathered his things and stepped out of the clan compound. The mission was a serious one—he had to prepare properly. After all, Fugaku hadn't even asked for details. He just needed to show loyalty to Konoha. A symbolic sacrifice.
Before the Nine-Tails incident, Fugaku had played the role of a dove. After it, he turned into something worse—an abstract thinker with no clear direction. He spoke of peace and unity while doing nothing to actually secure it.
"Even Konoha knows how to suppress internal issues during war," Kisuke muttered as he walked. "But he's still pretending none of this is real."
Konoha at least pretended to balance things—Uchiha was sent to fight Kirigakure, but Hyuga was also deployed. There was an illusion of fairness. Fugaku? Useless.
Just as Kisuke hit a particularly sour patch of thoughts, a green blur cartwheeled past him upside-down. It screeched to a halt beside him, then settled into a perfect handstand.
"Kisuke!"
Kisuke recognized him immediately and smiled. "You're still this energetic? Don't you ever take a break?"
"My father would never allow laziness," Gai said, beaming with a wide grin. "Because this—this is youth!"
They'd known each other a while—same class, same missions, same warzone. When Kisuke's original squad had died, he was reassigned to Gai's team. It had made them closer, bonded by survival.
"…I'm sorry about your father."
Gai's grin faltered for a moment. "He fought bravely. Took down the Seven Ninja Swordsmen by himself. He was an amazing ninja."
"He really was," Kisuke said, tone quiet.
They paused in shared silence until Gai broke it with his usual optimism. "So what's next for you?"
"I'm heading to the Land of Grass tomorrow. Don't know who's on the team yet, but it's supposed to be important."
"You just got back and they're sending you out again?"
"Yeah," Kisuke muttered, though in his head he was cursing Fugaku nonstop.
"If the village needs me, I'll do my best," he said with a forced smile. "Anyway, I still have prep to do. Don't let me interrupt your training."
"You're going to do great," Gai said, straightening up. "I want to be like my father—a true ninja."
"No, it shouldn't be a ninja, but a human."
When Kisuke heard his words, he couldn't help but tilt his head. After thinking about it, he reached out and patted Gai on the shoulder, then encouraged him.
"A ninja is just a tool to carry out missions, but as a human being, his will and spirit can be passed on and inherited.
As a ninja, perhaps Dai sensei has always been buried, and what he showed is just the final bloom of his youth.
But as a human being, his will has been passed on and is also inspiring you.
In the future, you will pass on this will and inspire the younger generations to keep moving forward. This is what makes you so great."
The inheritance of will?
Gai stared at Kisuke blankly. The vague concept he had before seemed to be completely confirmed at this moment.
Yes, his father's greatest strength was not his profession as a ninja, he was a Genin all his life.
The most remarkable thing about him is the will that runs through his life, the will called "youth" that has been inherited by him.
And in the future, he will definitely pass on this will!
At this moment, Gai's eyes lit up, as if he saw his father giving him a thumbs up.
"Thank you, Yuori."
Gai came back to his senses and gave Kisuke another thumbs up, his big white teeth shining.
"I finally figured it out!"
"Just figure it out. I'll be leaving first."
Kisuke took a step back calmly, worried that he would be infected by Gai.
"Kisuke, you're going to carry out a mission, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, what's wrong?"
"I'll go with you!"
"."
At this moment, Kisuke had only one thought in his mind: Gai, are you crazy?
He just wanted to improve his favorability by talking nonsense, but he didn't intend to drag Gai into the trap.
After finishing training with Rin—which doubled as his own training—Kisuke walked her home, then headed back to the Uchiha compound.
"Personality really is a superpower."
On his way to the Uchiha library, Kisuke muttered to himself.
Ever since entering the Ninja Academy, he'd figured something out: to survive this crazy world, you needed more than strength. You needed Strategy and a good persona.
And after careful observation, he'd chosen his path—craft a reliable image.
Take Minato. Mention his name, and people immediately thought: "strong," "sunny," "charismatic."
Mention Uchiha, and people thought: "beautiful," "powerful," "tragic," "unhinged," and occasionally "cackling maniac."
He couldn't compete with Minato's natural PR campaign. But he could carve out a niche. One word: trustworthy.
And honestly, it worked.
Even after the Hawk Faction threw him under the bus, and even with the war grinding down his humanity, his reputation stayed intact—at least outside the upper echelons. It made life easier. Gave him friends. Sure, most were surface-level, but they were the kind of guys you could talk to about anything—from stealing chalk in primary school to choosing a good gravesite.
Except for Obito.
"... should I just kill him before he starts causing chaos."
Kisuke paused for a moment, but after a little thought, he saw that it didn't really matter whether Obito died or not. Madara would choose another Uchiha regardless, and Kisuke prefers to stick with the plotline rather than messing it beyond recognition.
Of course, if something touched his interest, he wouldn't give a shit and change plot if he had to.
Kisuke didn't dwell on the problem as he had reached the library.
After a brief check-in, he passed through the inner hall and began his search.
Even though he'd asked to come here before getting the "Extraordinary" reward, he would've still come regardless. The library's collection on the Sharingan was too valuable.
He'd awakened his eyes early and used them often, which gave him a solid foundation. The problem was, before awakening them, nobody gave him the time of day—and after, he got dumped onto the battlefield with zero time for study.
Now he finally had a chance to catch up.
The documents would help him refine his usage, maybe even hit his current limit sooner so he could trigger a breakthrough.
But the deeper he read, the more his brows furrowed.
"Too shallow. And too basic."
Most of the materials stopped at the second tomoe. A few scratched the surface of the third. As for the Mangekyō? Practically nothing.
"When Uchiha Madara left, did he sweep the whole archive clean with him?"
Sure, leave if you want to, but did you really need to precision-strike the good stuff on your way out?
"Forget it. This'll do for now."
With a resigned sigh, Kisuke gathered the scrolls to put them away. He'd still made gains tonight—enough to practice his two-tomoe Sharingan.
The rest, he'd just have to figure out on his own.
But just as he passed the innermost shelf—one barely visible in the back of the room—his peripheral vision caught something. A scroll. Dust-covered. Jammed deep behind the lowest tier.
"Huh?"
He paused, slid the old documents back into place, and stepped closer.
The scroll was coated in dust, clearly untouched for years. It had no label, no title—just something forgotten and shoved into a dead corner.
Most people wouldn't bother with junk like this. Everyone who came here had a purpose; no one had time to dig through unmarked trash.
But Kisuke? Trash was sometimes treasure. He knelt, dusted it off, and unrolled it carefully.
Then froze.
"The Uchiha's final weapon?"
"Uchiha... Hikari?"
He blinked.
"What the hell is this?"
***
"What on earth is this?"
The next morning, Kisuke got up early for training, though his mind wasn't fully in it. The information he'd read the night before still lingered.
Labeled the Uchiha's ultimate weapon—how strong did someone have to be to earn that title?
"Stronger than Madara?"
The idea felt ridiculous. No one in the Uchiha clan had ever surpassed Madara. Not even Sasuke in the original timeline came close—not without help. And if Madara hadn't had his heart ripped out, it was still questionable whether even Naruto and Sasuke together could've taken him down.
"And this 'ultimate weapon' was sealed. No one even knows where."
The records said Uchiha Hikari's entire family was ambushed and wiped out by the Senju and other clans. According to captured Senju, the weapon wasn't killed—just sealed. But no one ever said where.
"If they could seal him, he's probably not stronger than Madara."
Still, Kisuke shook his head. Even sealed, he was considered dangerous enough to document. That meant something.
"Been sealed for hundreds of years. Probably dust by now. But if I knew where, maybe there's still something to scavenge."
Even bones or chakra residue from a figure like that might be worth something.
[New Branch Mission Acquired]
[1. Find the seal of Uchiha's final weapon alone]
[2. Report the information to the Uchiha clan]
[Mission Reward: Unknown]
"…Seriously?"
Kisuke blinked at the notification, then—without hesitation—picked the first option. If he didn't, the slot would stay occupied and slow down future rewards. Self-triggered missions couldn't be declined.
[Current Task Summary]
[Main Quest: He Can Replace Him]
[Side Quest 1: Assist the Minato Squad in destroying the Kannabi Bridge]
[Side Quest 2: Locate the seal of Uchiha's final weapon]
[Side Quest 3: None]
[Special Skill: Extraordinary]
Looking at his crude system interface, Kisuke didn't complain. Flashy wasn't always effective. If it worked, it worked.
He gathered his things and stepped out of the clan compound. The mission was a serious one—he had to prepare properly. After all, Fugaku hadn't even asked for details. He just needed to show loyalty to Konoha. A symbolic sacrifice.
Before the Nine-Tails incident, Fugaku had played the role of a dove. After it, he turned into something worse—an abstract thinker with no clear direction. He spoke of peace and unity while doing nothing to actually secure it.
"Even Konoha knows how to suppress internal issues during war," Kisuke muttered as he walked. "But he's still pretending none of this is real."
Konoha at least pretended to balance things—Uchiha was sent to fight Kirigakure, but Hyuga was also deployed. There was an illusion of fairness. Fugaku? Useless.
Just as Kisuke hit a particularly sour patch of thoughts, a green blur cartwheeled past him upside-down. It screeched to a halt beside him, then settled into a perfect handstand.
"Kisuke!"
Kisuke recognized him immediately and smiled. "You're still this energetic? Don't you ever take a break?"
"My father would never allow laziness," Gai said, beaming with a wide grin. "Because this—this is youth!"
They'd known each other a while—same class, same missions, same warzone. When Kisuke's original squad had died, he was reassigned to Gai's team. It had made them closer, bonded by survival.
"…I'm sorry about your father."
Gai's grin faltered for a moment. "He fought bravely. Took down the Seven Ninja Swordsmen by himself. He was an amazing ninja."
"He really was," Kisuke said, tone quiet.
They paused in shared silence until Gai broke it with his usual optimism. "So what's next for you?"
"I'm heading to the Land of Grass tomorrow. Don't know who's on the team yet, but it's supposed to be important."
"You just got back and they're sending you out again?"
"Yeah," Kisuke muttered, though in his head he was cursing Fugaku nonstop.
"If the village needs me, I'll do my best," he said with a forced smile. "Anyway, I still have prep to do. Don't let me interrupt your training."
"You're going to do great," Gai said, straightening up. "I want to be like my father—a true ninja."
"No, it shouldn't be a ninja, but a human."
When Kisuke heard his words, he couldn't help but tilt his head. After thinking about it, he reached out and patted Gai on the shoulder, then encouraged him.
"A ninja is just a tool to carry out missions, but as a human being, his will and spirit can be passed on and inherited.
As a ninja, perhaps Dai sensei has always been buried, and what he showed is just the final bloom of his youth.
But as a human being, his will has been passed on and is also inspiring you.
In the future, you will pass on this will and inspire the younger generations to keep moving forward. This is what makes you so great."
The inheritance of will?
Gai stared at Kisuke blankly. The vague concept he had before seemed to be completely confirmed at this moment.
Yes, his father's greatest strength was not his profession as a ninja, he was a Genin all his life.
The most remarkable thing about him is the will that runs through his life, the will called "youth" that has been inherited by him.
And in the future, he will definitely pass on this will!
At this moment, Gai's eyes lit up, as if he saw his father giving him a thumbs up.
"Thank you, Yuori."
Gai came back to his senses and gave Kisuke another thumbs up, his big white teeth shining.
"I finally figured it out!"
"Just figure it out. I'll be leaving first."
Kisuke took a step back calmly, worried that he would be infected by Gai.
"Kisuke, you're going to carry out a mission, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, what's wrong?"
"I'll go with you!"
"."
At this moment, Kisuke had only one thought in his mind: Gai, are you crazy?
He just wanted to improve his favorability by talking nonsense, but he didn't intend to drag Gai into the trap.
After finishing training with Rin—which doubled as his own training—Kisuke walked her home, then headed back to the Uchiha compound.
"Personality really is a superpower."
On his way to the Uchiha library, Kisuke muttered to himself.
Ever since entering the Ninja Academy, he'd figured something out: to survive this crazy world, you needed more than strength. You needed Strategy and a good persona.
And after careful observation, he'd chosen his path—craft a reliable image.
Take Minato. Mention his name, and people immediately thought: "strong," "sunny," "charismatic."
Mention Uchiha, and people thought: "beautiful," "powerful," "tragic," "unhinged," and occasionally "cackling maniac."
He couldn't compete with Minato's natural PR campaign. But he could carve out a niche. One word: trustworthy.
And honestly, it worked.
Even after the Hawk Faction threw him under the bus, and even with the war grinding down his humanity, his reputation stayed intact—at least outside the upper echelons. It made life easier. Gave him friends. Sure, most were surface-level, but they were the kind of guys you could talk to about anything—from stealing chalk in primary school to choosing a good gravesite.
Except for Obito.
"... should I just kill him before he starts causing chaos."
Kisuke paused for a moment, but after a little thought, he saw that it didn't really matter whether Obito died or not. Madara would choose another Uchiha regardless, and Kisuke prefers to stick with the plotline rather than messing it beyond recognition.
Of course, if something touched his interest, he wouldn't give a shit and change plot if he had to.
Kisuke didn't dwell on the problem as he had reached the library.
After a brief check-in, he passed through the inner hall and began his search.
Even though he'd asked to come here before getting the "Extraordinary" reward, he would've still come regardless. The library's collection on the Sharingan was too valuable.
He'd awakened his eyes early and used them often, which gave him a solid foundation. The problem was, before awakening them, nobody gave him the time of day—and after, he got dumped onto the battlefield with zero time for study.
Now he finally had a chance to catch up.
The documents would help him refine his usage, maybe even hit his current limit sooner so he could trigger a breakthrough.
But the deeper he read, the more his brows furrowed.
"Too shallow. And too basic."
Most of the materials stopped at the second tomoe. A few scratched the surface of the third. As for the Mangekyō? Practically nothing.
"When Uchiha Madara left, did he sweep the whole archive clean with him?"
Sure, leave if you want to, but did you really need to precision-strike the good stuff on your way out?
"Forget it. This'll do for now."
With a resigned sigh, Kisuke gathered the scrolls to put them away. He'd still made gains tonight—enough to practice his two-tomoe Sharingan.
The rest, he'd just have to figure out on his own.
But just as he passed the innermost shelf—one barely visible in the back of the room—his peripheral vision caught something. A scroll. Dust-covered. Jammed deep behind the lowest tier.
"Huh?"
He paused, slid the old documents back into place, and stepped closer.
The scroll was coated in dust, clearly untouched for years. It had no label, no title—just something forgotten and shoved into a dead corner.
Most people wouldn't bother with junk like this. Everyone who came here had a purpose; no one had time to dig through unmarked trash.
But Kisuke? Trash was sometimes treasure. He knelt, dusted it off, and unrolled it carefully.
Then froze.
"The Uchiha's final weapon?"
"Uchiha... Hikari?"
He blinked.
"What the hell is this?"
***
"What on earth is this?"
The next morning, Kisuke got up early for training, though his mind wasn't fully in it. The information he'd read the night before still lingered.
Labeled the Uchiha's ultimate weapon—how strong did someone have to be to earn that title?
"Stronger than Madara?"
The idea felt ridiculous. No one in the Uchiha clan had ever surpassed Madara. Not even Sasuke in the original timeline came close—not without help. And if Madara hadn't had his heart ripped out, it was still questionable whether even Naruto and Sasuke together could've taken him down.
"And this 'ultimate weapon' was sealed. No one even knows where."
The records said Uchiha Hikari's entire family was ambushed and wiped out by the Senju and other clans. According to captured Senju, the weapon wasn't killed—just sealed. But no one ever said where.
"If they could seal him, he's probably not stronger than Madara."
Still, Kisuke shook his head. Even sealed, he was considered dangerous enough to document. That meant something.
"Been sealed for hundreds of years. Probably dust by now. But if I knew where, maybe there's still something to scavenge."
Even bones or chakra residue from a figure like that might be worth something.
[New Branch Mission Acquired]
[1. Find the seal of Uchiha's final weapon alone]
[2. Report the information to the Uchiha clan]
[Mission Reward: Unknown]
"…Seriously?"
Kisuke blinked at the notification, then—without hesitation—picked the first option. If he didn't, the slot would stay occupied and slow down future rewards. Self-triggered missions couldn't be declined.
[Current Task Summary]
[Main Quest: He Can Replace Him]
[Side Quest 1: Assist the Minato Squad in destroying the Kannabi Bridge]
[Side Quest 2: Locate the seal of Uchiha's final weapon]
[Side Quest 3: None]
[Special Skill: Extraordinary]
Looking at his crude system interface, Kisuke didn't complain. Flashy wasn't always effective. If it worked, it worked.
He gathered his things and stepped out of the clan compound. The mission was a serious one—he had to prepare properly. After all, Fugaku hadn't even asked for details. He just needed to show loyalty to Konoha. A symbolic sacrifice.
Before the Nine-Tails incident, Fugaku had played the role of a dove. After it, he turned into something worse—an abstract thinker with no clear direction. He spoke of peace and unity while doing nothing to actually secure it.
"Even Konoha knows how to suppress internal issues during war," Kisuke muttered as he walked. "But he's still pretending none of this is real."
Konoha at least pretended to balance things—Uchiha was sent to fight Kirigakure, but Hyuga was also deployed. There was an illusion of fairness. Fugaku? Useless.
Just as Kisuke hit a particularly sour patch of thoughts, a green blur cartwheeled past him upside-down. It screeched to a halt beside him, then settled into a perfect handstand.
"Kisuke!"
Kisuke recognized him immediately and smiled. "You're still this energetic? Don't you ever take a break?"
"My father would never allow laziness," Gai said, beaming with a wide grin. "Because this—this is youth!"
They'd known each other a while—same class, same missions, same warzone. When Kisuke's original squad had died, he was reassigned to Gai's team. It had made them closer, bonded by survival.
"…I'm sorry about your father."
Gai's grin faltered for a moment. "He fought bravely. Took down the Seven Ninja Swordsmen by himself. He was an amazing ninja."
"He really was," Kisuke said, tone quiet.
They paused in shared silence until Gai broke it with his usual optimism. "So what's next for you?"
"I'm heading to the Land of Grass tomorrow. Don't know who's on the team yet, but it's supposed to be important."
"You just got back and they're sending you out again?"
"Yeah," Kisuke muttered, though in his head he was cursing Fugaku nonstop.
"If the village needs me, I'll do my best," he said with a forced smile. "Anyway, I still have prep to do. Don't let me interrupt your training."
"You're going to do great," Gai said, straightening up. "I want to be like my father—a true ninja."
"No, it shouldn't be a ninja, but a human."
When Kisuke heard his words, he couldn't help but tilt his head. After thinking about it, he reached out and patted Gai on the shoulder, then encouraged him.
"A ninja is just a tool to carry out missions, but as a human being, his will and spirit can be passed on and inherited.
As a ninja, perhaps Dai sensei has always been buried, and what he showed is just the final bloom of his youth.
But as a human being, his will has been passed on and is also inspiring you.
In the future, you will pass on this will and inspire the younger generations to keep moving forward. This is what makes you so great."
The inheritance of will?
Gai stared at Kisuke blankly. The vague concept he had before seemed to be completely confirmed at this moment.
Yes, his father's greatest strength was not his profession as a ninja, he was a Genin all his life.
The most remarkable thing about him is the will that runs through his life, the will called "youth" that has been inherited by him.
And in the future, he will definitely pass on this will!
At this moment, Gai's eyes lit up, as if he saw his father giving him a thumbs up.
"Thank you, Yuori."
Gai came back to his senses and gave Kisuke another thumbs up, his big white teeth shining.
"I finally figured it out!"
"Just figure it out. I'll be leaving first."
Kisuke took a step back calmly, worried that he would be infected by Gai.
"Kisuke, you're going to carry out a mission, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, what's wrong?"
"I'll go with you!"
"."
At this moment, Kisuke had only one thought in his mind: Gai, are you crazy?
He just wanted to improve his favorability by talking nonsense, but he didn't intend to drag Gai into the trap.
After finishing training with Rin—which doubled as his own training—Kisuke walked her home, then headed back to the Uchiha compound.
"Personality really is a superpower."
On his way to the Uchiha library, Kisuke muttered to himself.
Ever since entering the Ninja Academy, he'd figured something out: to survive this crazy world, you needed more than strength. You needed Strategy and a good persona.
And after careful observation, he'd chosen his path—craft a reliable image.
Take Minato. Mention his name, and people immediately thought: "strong," "sunny," "charismatic."
Mention Uchiha, and people thought: "beautiful," "powerful," "tragic," "unhinged," and occasionally "cackling maniac."
He couldn't compete with Minato's natural PR campaign. But he could carve out a niche. One word: trustworthy.
And honestly, it worked.
Even after the Hawk Faction threw him under the bus, and even with the war grinding down his humanity, his reputation stayed intact—at least outside the upper echelons. It made life easier. Gave him friends. Sure, most were surface-level, but they were the kind of guys you could talk to about anything—from stealing chalk in primary school to choosing a good gravesite.
Except for Obito.
"... should I just kill him before he starts causing chaos."
Kisuke paused for a moment, but after a little thought, he saw that it didn't really matter whether Obito died or not. Madara would choose another Uchiha regardless, and Kisuke prefers to stick with the plotline rather than messing it beyond recognition.
Of course, if something touched his interest, he wouldn't give a shit and change plot if he had to.
Kisuke didn't dwell on the problem as he had reached the library.
After a brief check-in, he passed through the inner hall and began his search.
Even though he'd asked to come here before getting the "Extraordinary" reward, he would've still come regardless. The library's collection on the Sharingan was too valuable.
He'd awakened his eyes early and used them often, which gave him a solid foundation. The problem was, before awakening them, nobody gave him the time of day—and after, he got dumped onto the battlefield with zero time for study.
Now he finally had a chance to catch up.
The documents would help him refine his usage, maybe even hit his current limit sooner so he could trigger a breakthrough.
But the deeper he read, the more his brows furrowed.
"Too shallow. And too basic."
Most of the materials stopped at the second tomoe. A few scratched the surface of the third. As for the Mangekyō? Practically nothing.
"When Uchiha Madara left, did he sweep the whole archive clean with him?"
Sure, leave if you want to, but did you really need to precision-strike the good stuff on your way out?
"Forget it. This'll do for now."
With a resigned sigh, Kisuke gathered the scrolls to put them away. He'd still made gains tonight—enough to practice his two-tomoe Sharingan.
The rest, he'd just have to figure out on his own.
But just as he passed the innermost shelf—one barely visible in the back of the room—his peripheral vision caught something. A scroll. Dust-covered. Jammed deep behind the lowest tier.
"Huh?"
He paused, slid the old documents back into place, and stepped closer.
The scroll was coated in dust, clearly untouched for years. It had no label, no title—just something forgotten and shoved into a dead corner.
Most people wouldn't bother with junk like this. Everyone who came here had a purpose; no one had time to dig through unmarked trash.
But Kisuke? Trash was sometimes treasure. He knelt, dusted it off, and unrolled it carefully.
Then froze.
"The Uchiha's final weapon?"
"Uchiha... Hikari?"
He blinked.
"What the hell is this?"
***
"What on earth is this?"
The next morning, Kisuke got up early for training, though his mind wasn't fully in it. The information he'd read the night before still lingered.
Labeled the Uchiha's ultimate weapon—how strong did someone have to be to earn that title?
"Stronger than Madara?"
The idea felt ridiculous. No one in the Uchiha clan had ever surpassed Madara. Not even Sasuke in the original timeline came close—not without help. And if Madara hadn't had his heart ripped out, it was still questionable whether even Naruto and Sasuke together could've taken him down.
"And this 'ultimate weapon' was sealed. No one even knows where."
The records said Uchiha Hikari's entire family was ambushed and wiped out by the Senju and other clans. According to captured Senju, the weapon wasn't killed—just sealed. But no one ever said where.
"If they could seal him, he's probably not stronger than Madara."
Still, Kisuke shook his head. Even sealed, he was considered dangerous enough to document. That meant something.
"Been sealed for hundreds of years. Probably dust by now. But if I knew where, maybe there's still something to scavenge."
Even bones or chakra residue from a figure like that might be worth something.
[New Branch Mission Acquired]
[1. Find the seal of Uchiha's final weapon alone]
[2. Report the information to the Uchiha clan]
[Mission Reward: Unknown]
"…Seriously?"
Kisuke blinked at the notification, then—without hesitation—picked the first option. If he didn't, the slot would stay occupied and slow down future rewards. Self-triggered missions couldn't be declined.
[Current Task Summary]
[Main Quest: He Can Replace Him]
[Side Quest 1: Assist the Minato Squad in destroying the Kannabi Bridge]
[Side Quest 2: Locate the seal of Uchiha's final weapon]
[Side Quest 3: None]
[Special Skill: Extraordinary]
Looking at his crude system interface, Kisuke didn't complain. Flashy wasn't always effective. If it worked, it worked.
He gathered his things and stepped out of the clan compound. The mission was a serious one—he had to prepare properly. After all, Fugaku hadn't even asked for details. He just needed to show loyalty to Konoha. A symbolic sacrifice.
Before the Nine-Tails incident, Fugaku had played the role of a dove. After it, he turned into something worse—an abstract thinker with no clear direction. He spoke of peace and unity while doing nothing to actually secure it.
"Even Konoha knows how to suppress internal issues during war," Kisuke muttered as he walked. "But he's still pretending none of this is real."
Konoha at least pretended to balance things—Uchiha was sent to fight Kirigakure, but Hyuga was also deployed. There was an illusion of fairness. Fugaku? Useless.
Just as Kisuke hit a particularly sour patch of thoughts, a green blur cartwheeled past him upside-down. It screeched to a halt beside him, then settled into a perfect handstand.
"Kisuke!"
Kisuke recognized him immediately and smiled. "You're still this energetic? Don't you ever take a break?"
"My father would never allow laziness," Gai said, beaming with a wide grin. "Because this—this is youth!"
They'd known each other a while—same class, same missions, same warzone. When Kisuke's original squad had died, he was reassigned to Gai's team. It had made them closer, bonded by survival.
"…I'm sorry about your father."
Gai's grin faltered for a moment. "He fought bravely. Took down the Seven Ninja Swordsmen by himself. He was an amazing ninja."
"He really was," Kisuke said, tone quiet.
They paused in shared silence until Gai broke it with his usual optimism. "So what's next for you?"
"I'm heading to the Land of Grass tomorrow. Don't know who's on the team yet, but it's supposed to be important."
"You just got back and they're sending you out again?"
"Yeah," Kisuke muttered, though in his head he was cursing Fugaku nonstop.
"If the village needs me, I'll do my best," he said with a forced smile. "Anyway, I still have prep to do. Don't let me interrupt your training."
"You're going to do great," Gai said, straightening up. "I want to be like my father—a true ninja."
"No, it shouldn't be a ninja, but a human."
When Kisuke heard his words, he couldn't help but tilt his head. After thinking about it, he reached out and patted Gai on the shoulder, then encouraged him.
"A ninja is just a tool to carry out missions, but as a human being, his will and spirit can be passed on and inherited.
As a ninja, perhaps Dai sensei has always been buried, and what he showed is just the final bloom of his youth.
But as a human being, his will has been passed on and is also inspiring you.
In the future, you will pass on this will and inspire the younger generations to keep moving forward. This is what makes you so great."
The inheritance of will?
Gai stared at Kisuke blankly. The vague concept he had before seemed to be completely confirmed at this moment.
Yes, his father's greatest strength was not his profession as a ninja, he was a Genin all his life.
The most remarkable thing about him is the will that runs through his life, the will called "youth" that has been inherited by him.
And in the future, he will definitely pass on this will!
At this moment, Gai's eyes lit up, as if he saw his father giving him a thumbs up.
"Thank you, Yuori."
Gai came back to his senses and gave Kisuke another thumbs up, his big white teeth shining.
"I finally figured it out!"
"Just figure it out. I'll be leaving first."
Kisuke took a step back calmly, worried that he would be infected by Gai.
"Kisuke, you're going to carry out a mission, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, what's wrong?"
"I'll go with you!"
"."
At this moment, Kisuke had only one thought in his mind: Gai, are you crazy?
He just wanted to improve his favorability by talking nonsense, but he didn't intend to drag Gai into the trap.
After finishing training with Rin—which doubled as his own training—Kisuke walked her home, then headed back to the Uchiha compound.
"Personality really is a superpower."
On his way to the Uchiha library, Kisuke muttered to himself.
Ever since entering the Ninja Academy, he'd figured something out: to survive this crazy world, you needed more than strength. You needed Strategy and a good persona.
And after careful observation, he'd chosen his path—craft a reliable image.
Take Minato. Mention his name, and people immediately thought: "strong," "sunny," "charismatic."
Mention Uchiha, and people thought: "beautiful," "powerful," "tragic," "unhinged," and occasionally "cackling maniac."
He couldn't compete with Minato's natural PR campaign. But he could carve out a niche. One word: trustworthy.
And honestly, it worked.
Even after the Hawk Faction threw him under the bus, and even with the war grinding down his humanity, his reputation stayed intact—at least outside the upper echelons. It made life easier. Gave him friends. Sure, most were surface-level, but they were the kind of guys you could talk to about anything—from stealing chalk in primary school to choosing a good gravesite.
Except for Obito.
"... should I just kill him before he starts causing chaos."
Kisuke paused for a moment, but after a little thought, he saw that it didn't really matter whether Obito died or not. Madara would choose another Uchiha regardless, and Kisuke prefers to stick with the plotline rather than messing it beyond recognition.
Of course, if something touched his interest, he wouldn't give a shit and change plot if he had to.
Kisuke didn't dwell on the problem as he had reached the library.
After a brief check-in, he passed through the inner hall and began his search.
Even though he'd asked to come here before getting the "Extraordinary" reward, he would've still come regardless. The library's collection on the Sharingan was too valuable.
He'd awakened his eyes early and used them often, which gave him a solid foundation. The problem was, before awakening them, nobody gave him the time of day—and after, he got dumped onto the battlefield with zero time for study.
Now he finally had a chance to catch up.
The documents would help him refine his usage, maybe even hit his current limit sooner so he could trigger a breakthrough.
But the deeper he read, the more his brows furrowed.
"Too shallow. And too basic."
Most of the materials stopped at the second tomoe. A few scratched the surface of the third. As for the Mangekyō? Practically nothing.
"When Uchiha Madara left, did he sweep the whole archive clean with him?"
Sure, leave if you want to, but did you really need to precision-strike the good stuff on your way out?
"Forget it. This'll do for now."
With a resigned sigh, Kisuke gathered the scrolls to put them away. He'd still made gains tonight—enough to practice his two-tomoe Sharingan.
The rest, he'd just have to figure out on his own.
But just as he passed the innermost shelf—one barely visible in the back of the room—his peripheral vision caught something. A scroll. Dust-covered. Jammed deep behind the lowest tier.
"Huh?"
He paused, slid the old documents back into place, and stepped closer.
The scroll was coated in dust, clearly untouched for years. It had no label, no title—just something forgotten and shoved into a dead corner.
Most people wouldn't bother with junk like this. Everyone who came here had a purpose; no one had time to dig through unmarked trash.
But Kisuke? Trash was sometimes treasure. He knelt, dusted it off, and unrolled it carefully.
Then froze.
"The Uchiha's final weapon?"
"Uchiha... Hikari?"
He blinked.
"What the hell is this?"
***
"What on earth is this?"
The next morning, Kisuke got up early for training, though his mind wasn't fully in it. The information he'd read the night before still lingered.
Labeled the Uchiha's ultimate weapon—how strong did someone have to be to earn that title?
"Stronger than Madara?"
The idea felt ridiculous. No one in the Uchiha clan had ever surpassed Madara. Not even Sasuke in the original timeline came close—not without help. And if Madara hadn't had his heart ripped out, it was still questionable whether even Naruto and Sasuke together could've taken him down.
"And this 'ultimate weapon' was sealed. No one even knows where."
The records said Uchiha Hikari's entire family was ambushed and wiped out by the Senju and other clans. According to captured Senju, the weapon wasn't killed—just sealed. But no one ever said where.
"If they could seal him, he's probably not stronger than Madara."
Still, Kisuke shook his head. Even sealed, he was considered dangerous enough to document. That meant something.
"Been sealed for hundreds of years. Probably dust by now. But if I knew where, maybe there's still something to scavenge."
Even bones or chakra residue from a figure like that might be worth something.
[New Branch Mission Acquired]
[1. Find the seal of Uchiha's final weapon alone]
[2. Report the information to the Uchiha clan]
[Mission Reward: Unknown]
"…Seriously?"
Kisuke blinked at the notification, then—without hesitation—picked the first option. If he didn't, the slot would stay occupied and slow down future rewards. Self-triggered missions couldn't be declined.
[Current Task Summary]
[Main Quest: He Can Replace Him]
[Side Quest 1: Assist the Minato Squad in destroying the Kannabi Bridge]
[Side Quest 2: Locate the seal of Uchiha's final weapon]
[Side Quest 3: None]
[Special Skill: Extraordinary]
Looking at his crude system interface, Kisuke didn't complain. Flashy wasn't always effective. If it worked, it worked.
He gathered his things and stepped out of the clan compound. The mission was a serious one—he had to prepare properly. After all, Fugaku hadn't even asked for details. He just needed to show loyalty to Konoha. A symbolic sacrifice.
Before the Nine-Tails incident, Fugaku had played the role of a dove. After it, he turned into something worse—an abstract thinker with no clear direction. He spoke of peace and unity while doing nothing to actually secure it.
"Even Konoha knows how to suppress internal issues during war," Kisuke muttered as he walked. "But he's still pretending none of this is real."
Konoha at least pretended to balance things—Uchiha was sent to fight Kirigakure, but Hyuga was also deployed. There was an illusion of fairness. Fugaku? Useless.
Just as Kisuke hit a particularly sour patch of thoughts, a green blur cartwheeled past him upside-down. It screeched to a halt beside him, then settled into a perfect handstand.
"Kisuke!"
Kisuke recognized him immediately and smiled. "You're still this energetic? Don't you ever take a break?"
"My father would never allow laziness," Gai said, beaming with a wide grin. "Because this—this is youth!"
They'd known each other a while—same class, same missions, same warzone. When Kisuke's original squad had died, he was reassigned to Gai's team. It had made them closer, bonded by survival.
"…I'm sorry about your father."
Gai's grin faltered for a moment. "He fought bravely. Took down the Seven Ninja Swordsmen by himself. He was an amazing ninja."
"He really was," Kisuke said, tone quiet.
They paused in shared silence until Gai broke it with his usual optimism. "So what's next for you?"
"I'm heading to the Land of Grass tomorrow. Don't know who's on the team yet, but it's supposed to be important."
"You just got back and they're sending you out again?"
"Yeah," Kisuke muttered, though in his head he was cursing Fugaku nonstop.
"If the village needs me, I'll do my best," he said with a forced smile. "Anyway, I still have prep to do. Don't let me interrupt your training."
"You're going to do great," Gai said, straightening up. "I want to be like my father—a true ninja."
"No, it shouldn't be a ninja, but a human."
When Kisuke heard his words, he couldn't help but tilt his head. After thinking about it, he reached out and patted Gai on the shoulder, then encouraged him.
"A ninja is just a tool to carry out missions, but as a human being, his will and spirit can be passed on and inherited.
As a ninja, perhaps Dai sensei has always been buried, and what he showed is just the final bloom of his youth.
But as a human being, his will has been passed on and is also inspiring you.
In the future, you will pass on this will and inspire the younger generations to keep moving forward. This is what makes you so great."
The inheritance of will?
Gai stared at Kisuke blankly. The vague concept he had before seemed to be completely confirmed at this moment.
Yes, his father's greatest strength was not his profession as a ninja, he was a Genin all his life.
The most remarkable thing about him is the will that runs through his life, the will called "youth" that has been inherited by him.
And in the future, he will definitely pass on this will!
At this moment, Gai's eyes lit up, as if he saw his father giving him a thumbs up.
"Thank you, Yuori."
Gai came back to his senses and gave Kisuke another thumbs up, his big white teeth shining.
"I finally figured it out!"
"Just figure it out. I'll be leaving first."
Kisuke took a step back calmly, worried that he would be infected by Gai.
"Kisuke, you're going to carry out a mission, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, what's wrong?"
"I'll go with you!"
"."
At this moment, Kisuke had only one thought in his mind: Gai, are you crazy?
He just wanted to improve his favorability by talking nonsense, but he didn't intend to drag Gai into the trap.
After finishing training with Rin—which doubled as his own training—Kisuke walked her home, then headed back to the Uchiha compound.
"Personality really is a superpower."
On his way to the Uchiha library, Kisuke muttered to himself.
Ever since entering the Ninja Academy, he'd figured something out: to survive this crazy world, you needed more than strength. You needed Strategy and a good persona.
And after careful observation, he'd chosen his path—craft a reliable image.
Take Minato. Mention his name, and people immediately thought: "strong," "sunny," "charismatic."
Mention Uchiha, and people thought: "beautiful," "powerful," "tragic," "unhinged," and occasionally "cackling maniac."
He couldn't compete with Minato's natural PR campaign. But he could carve out a niche. One word: trustworthy.
And honestly, it worked.
Even after the Hawk Faction threw him under the bus, and even with the war grinding down his humanity, his reputation stayed intact—at least outside the upper echelons. It made life easier. Gave him friends. Sure, most were surface-level, but they were the kind of guys you could talk to about anything—from stealing chalk in primary school to choosing a good gravesite.
Except for Obito.
"... should I just kill him before he starts causing chaos."
Kisuke paused for a moment, but after a little thought, he saw that it didn't really matter whether Obito died or not. Madara would choose another Uchiha regardless, and Kisuke prefers to stick with the plotline rather than messing it beyond recognition.
Of course, if something touched his interest, he wouldn't give a shit and change plot if he had to.
Kisuke didn't dwell on the problem as he had reached the library.
After a brief check-in, he passed through the inner hall and began his search.
Even though he'd asked to come here before getting the "Extraordinary" reward, he would've still come regardless. The library's collection on the Sharingan was too valuable.
He'd awakened his eyes early and used them often, which gave him a solid foundation. The problem was, before awakening them, nobody gave him the time of day—and after, he got dumped onto the battlefield with zero time for study.
Now he finally had a chance to catch up.
The documents would help him refine his usage, maybe even hit his current limit sooner so he could trigger a breakthrough.
But the deeper he read, the more his brows furrowed.
"Too shallow. And too basic."
Most of the materials stopped at the second tomoe. A few scratched the surface of the third. As for the Mangekyō? Practically nothing.
"When Uchiha Madara left, did he sweep the whole archive clean with him?"
Sure, leave if you want to, but did you really need to precision-strike the good stuff on your way out?
"Forget it. This'll do for now."
With a resigned sigh, Kisuke gathered the scrolls to put them away. He'd still made gains tonight—enough to practice his two-tomoe Sharingan.
The rest, he'd just have to figure out on his own.
But just as he passed the innermost shelf—one barely visible in the back of the room—his peripheral vision caught something. A scroll. Dust-covered. Jammed deep behind the lowest tier.
"Huh?"
He paused, slid the old documents back into place, and stepped closer.
The scroll was coated in dust, clearly untouched for years. It had no label, no title—just something forgotten and shoved into a dead corner.
Most people wouldn't bother with junk like this. Everyone who came here had a purpose; no one had time to dig through unmarked trash.
But Kisuke? Trash was sometimes treasure. He knelt, dusted it off, and unrolled it carefully.
Then froze.
"The Uchiha's final weapon?"
"Uchiha... Hikari?"
He blinked.
"What the hell is this?"
***
"What on earth is this?"
The next morning, Kisuke got up early for training, though his mind wasn't fully in it. The information he'd read the night before still lingered.
Labeled the Uchiha's ultimate weapon—how strong did someone have to be to earn that title?
"Stronger than Madara?"
The idea felt ridiculous. No one in the Uchiha clan had ever surpassed Madara. Not even Sasuke in the original timeline came close—not without help. And if Madara hadn't had his heart ripped out, it was still questionable whether even Naruto and Sasuke together could've taken him down.
"And this 'ultimate weapon' was sealed. No one even knows where."
The records said Uchiha Hikari's entire family was ambushed and wiped out by the Senju and other clans. According to captured Senju, the weapon wasn't killed—just sealed. But no one ever said where.
"If they could seal him, he's probably not stronger than Madara."
Still, Kisuke shook his head. Even sealed, he was considered dangerous enough to document. That meant something.
"Been sealed for hundreds of years. Probably dust by now. But if I knew where, maybe there's still something to scavenge."
Even bones or chakra residue from a figure like that might be worth something.
[New Branch Mission Acquired]
[1. Find the seal of Uchiha's final weapon alone]
[2. Report the information to the Uchiha clan]
[Mission Reward: Unknown]
"…Seriously?"
Kisuke blinked at the notification, then—without hesitation—picked the first option. If he didn't, the slot would stay occupied and slow down future rewards. Self-triggered missions couldn't be declined.
[Current Task Summary]
[Main Quest: He Can Replace Him]
[Side Quest 1: Assist the Minato Squad in destroying the Kannabi Bridge]
[Side Quest 2: Locate the seal of Uchiha's final weapon]
[Side Quest 3: None]
[Special Skill: Extraordinary]
Looking at his crude system interface, Kisuke didn't complain. Flashy wasn't always effective. If it worked, it worked.
He gathered his things and stepped out of the clan compound. The mission was a serious one—he had to prepare properly. After all, Fugaku hadn't even asked for details. He just needed to show loyalty to Konoha. A symbolic sacrifice.
Before the Nine-Tails incident, Fugaku had played the role of a dove. After it, he turned into something worse—an abstract thinker with no clear direction. He spoke of peace and unity while doing nothing to actually secure it.
"Even Konoha knows how to suppress internal issues during war," Kisuke muttered as he walked. "But he's still pretending none of this is real."
Konoha at least pretended to balance things—Uchiha was sent to fight Kirigakure, but Hyuga was also deployed. There was an illusion of fairness. Fugaku? Useless.
Just as Kisuke hit a particularly sour patch of thoughts, a green blur cartwheeled past him upside-down. It screeched to a halt beside him, then settled into a perfect handstand.
"Kisuke!"
Kisuke recognized him immediately and smiled. "You're still this energetic? Don't you ever take a break?"
"My father would never allow laziness," Gai said, beaming with a wide grin. "Because this—this is youth!"
They'd known each other a while—same class, same missions, same warzone. When Kisuke's original squad had died, he was reassigned to Gai's team. It had made them closer, bonded by survival.
"…I'm sorry about your father."
Gai's grin faltered for a moment. "He fought bravely. Took down the Seven Ninja Swordsmen by himself. He was an amazing ninja."
"He really was," Kisuke said, tone quiet.
They paused in shared silence until Gai broke it with his usual optimism. "So what's next for you?"
"I'm heading to the Land of Grass tomorrow. Don't know who's on the team yet, but it's supposed to be important."
"You just got back and they're sending you out again?"
"Yeah," Kisuke muttered, though in his head he was cursing Fugaku nonstop.
"If the village needs me, I'll do my best," he said with a forced smile. "Anyway, I still have prep to do. Don't let me interrupt your training."
"You're going to do great," Gai said, straightening up. "I want to be like my father—a true ninja."
"No, it shouldn't be a ninja, but a human."
When Kisuke heard his words, he couldn't help but tilt his head. After thinking about it, he reached out and patted Gai on the shoulder, then encouraged him.
"A ninja is just a tool to carry out missions, but as a human being, his will and spirit can be passed on and inherited.
As a ninja, perhaps Dai sensei has always been buried, and what he showed is just the final bloom of his youth.
But as a human being, his will has been passed on and is also inspiring you.
In the future, you will pass on this will and inspire the younger generations to keep moving forward. This is what makes you so great."
The inheritance of will?
Gai stared at Kisuke blankly. The vague concept he had before seemed to be completely confirmed at this moment.
Yes, his father's greatest strength was not his profession as a ninja, he was a Genin all his life.
The most remarkable thing about him is the will that runs through his life, the will called "youth" that has been inherited by him.
And in the future, he will definitely pass on this will!
At this moment, Gai's eyes lit up, as if he saw his father giving him a thumbs up.
"Thank you, Yuori."
Gai came back to his senses and gave Kisuke another thumbs up, his big white teeth shining.
"I finally figured it out!"
"Just figure it out. I'll be leaving first."
Kisuke took a step back calmly, worried that he would be infected by Gai.
"Kisuke, you're going to carry out a mission, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, what's wrong?"
"I'll go with you!"
"."
At this moment, Kisuke had only one thought in his mind: Gai, are you crazy?
He just wanted to improve his favorability by talking nonsense, but he didn't intend to drag Gai into the trap.
After finishing training with Rin—which doubled as his own training—Kisuke walked her home, then headed back to the Uchiha compound.
"Personality really is a superpower."
On his way to the Uchiha library, Kisuke muttered to himself.
Ever since entering the Ninja Academy, he'd figured something out: to survive this crazy world, you needed more than strength. You needed Strategy and a good persona.
And after careful observation, he'd chosen his path—craft a reliable image.
Take Minato. Mention his name, and people immediately thought: "strong," "sunny," "charismatic."
Mention Uchiha, and people thought: "beautiful," "powerful," "tragic," "unhinged," and occasionally "cackling maniac."
He couldn't compete with Minato's natural PR campaign. But he could carve out a niche. One word: trustworthy.
And honestly, it worked.
Even after the Hawk Faction threw him under the bus, and even with the war grinding down his humanity, his reputation stayed intact—at least outside the upper echelons. It made life easier. Gave him friends. Sure, most were surface-level, but they were the kind of guys you could talk to about anything—from stealing chalk in primary school to choosing a good gravesite.
Except for Obito.
"... should I just kill him before he starts causing chaos."
Kisuke paused for a moment, but after a little thought, he saw that it didn't really matter whether Obito died or not. Madara would choose another Uchiha regardless, and Kisuke prefers to stick with the plotline rather than messing it beyond recognition.
Of course, if something touched his interest, he wouldn't give a shit and change plot if he had to.
Kisuke didn't dwell on the problem as he had reached the library.
After a brief check-in, he passed through the inner hall and began his search.
Even though he'd asked to come here before getting the "Extraordinary" reward, he would've still come regardless. The library's collection on the Sharingan was too valuable.
He'd awakened his eyes early and used them often, which gave him a solid foundation. The problem was, before awakening them, nobody gave him the time of day—and after, he got dumped onto the battlefield with zero time for study.
Now he finally had a chance to catch up.
The documents would help him refine his usage, maybe even hit his current limit sooner so he could trigger a breakthrough.
But the deeper he read, the more his brows furrowed.
"Too shallow. And too basic."
Most of the materials stopped at the second tomoe. A few scratched the surface of the third. As for the Mangekyō? Practically nothing.
"When Uchiha Madara left, did he sweep the whole archive clean with him?"
Sure, leave if you want to, but did you really need to precision-strike the good stuff on your way out?
"Forget it. This'll do for now."
With a resigned sigh, Kisuke gathered the scrolls to put them away. He'd still made gains tonight—enough to practice his two-tomoe Sharingan.
The rest, he'd just have to figure out on his own.
But just as he passed the innermost shelf—one barely visible in the back of the room—his peripheral vision caught something. A scroll. Dust-covered. Jammed deep behind the lowest tier.
"Huh?"
He paused, slid the old documents back into place, and stepped closer.
The scroll was coated in dust, clearly untouched for years. It had no label, no title—just something forgotten and shoved into a dead corner.
Most people wouldn't bother with junk like this. Everyone who came here had a purpose; no one had time to dig through unmarked trash.
But Kisuke? Trash was sometimes treasure. He knelt, dusted it off, and unrolled it carefully.
Then froze.
"The Uchiha's final weapon?"
"Uchiha... Hikari?"
He blinked.
"What the hell is this?"
***
"What on earth is this?"
The next morning, Kisuke got up early for training, though his mind wasn't fully in it. The information he'd read the night before still lingered.
Labeled the Uchiha's ultimate weapon—how strong did someone have to be to earn that title?
"Stronger than Madara?"
The idea felt ridiculous. No one in the Uchiha clan had ever surpassed Madara. Not even Sasuke in the original timeline came close—not without help. And if Madara hadn't had his heart ripped out, it was still questionable whether even Naruto and Sasuke together could've taken him down.
"And this 'ultimate weapon' was sealed. No one even knows where."
The records said Uchiha Hikari's entire family was ambushed and wiped out by the Senju and other clans. According to captured Senju, the weapon wasn't killed—just sealed. But no one ever said where.
"If they could seal him, he's probably not stronger than Madara."
Still, Kisuke shook his head. Even sealed, he was considered dangerous enough to document. That meant something.
"Been sealed for hundreds of years. Probably dust by now. But if I knew where, maybe there's still something to scavenge."
Even bones or chakra residue from a figure like that might be worth something.
[New Branch Mission Acquired]
[1. Find the seal of Uchiha's final weapon alone]
[2. Report the information to the Uchiha clan]
[Mission Reward: Unknown]
"…Seriously?"
Kisuke blinked at the notification, then—without hesitation—picked the first option. If he didn't, the slot would stay occupied and slow down future rewards. Self-triggered missions couldn't be declined.
[Current Task Summary]
[Main Quest: He Can Replace Him]
[Side Quest 1: Assist the Minato Squad in destroying the Kannabi Bridge]
[Side Quest 2: Locate the seal of Uchiha's final weapon]
[Side Quest 3: None]
[Special Skill: Extraordinary]
Looking at his crude system interface, Kisuke didn't complain. Flashy wasn't always effective. If it worked, it worked.
He gathered his things and stepped out of the clan compound. The mission was a serious one—he had to prepare properly. After all, Fugaku hadn't even asked for details. He just needed to show loyalty to Konoha. A symbolic sacrifice.
Before the Nine-Tails incident, Fugaku had played the role of a dove. After it, he turned into something worse—an abstract thinker with no clear direction. He spoke of peace and unity while doing nothing to actually secure it.
"Even Konoha knows how to suppress internal issues during war," Kisuke muttered as he walked. "But he's still pretending none of this is real."
Konoha at least pretended to balance things—Uchiha was sent to fight Kirigakure, but Hyuga was also deployed. There was an illusion of fairness. Fugaku? Useless.
Just as Kisuke hit a particularly sour patch of thoughts, a green blur cartwheeled past him upside-down. It screeched to a halt beside him, then settled into a perfect handstand.
"Kisuke!"
Kisuke recognized him immediately and smiled. "You're still this energetic? Don't you ever take a break?"
"My father would never allow laziness," Gai said, beaming with a wide grin. "Because this—this is youth!"
They'd known each other a while—same class, same missions, same warzone. When Kisuke's original squad had died, he was reassigned to Gai's team. It had made them closer, bonded by survival.
"…I'm sorry about your father."
Gai's grin faltered for a moment. "He fought bravely. Took down the Seven Ninja Swordsmen by himself. He was an amazing ninja."
"He really was," Kisuke said, tone quiet.
They paused in shared silence until Gai broke it with his usual optimism. "So what's next for you?"
"I'm heading to the Land of Grass tomorrow. Don't know who's on the team yet, but it's supposed to be important."
"You just got back and they're sending you out again?"
"Yeah," Kisuke muttered, though in his head he was cursing Fugaku nonstop.
"If the village needs me, I'll do my best," he said with a forced smile. "Anyway, I still have prep to do. Don't let me interrupt your training."
"You're going to do great," Gai said, straightening up. "I want to be like my father—a true ninja."
"No, it shouldn't be a ninja, but a human."
When Kisuke heard his words, he couldn't help but tilt his head. After thinking about it, he reached out and patted Gai on the shoulder, then encouraged him.
"A ninja is just a tool to carry out missions, but as a human being, his will and spirit can be passed on and inherited.
As a ninja, perhaps Dai sensei has always been buried, and what he showed is just the final bloom of his youth.
But as a human being, his will has been passed on and is also inspiring you.
In the future, you will pass on this will and inspire the younger generations to keep moving forward. This is what makes you so great."
The inheritance of will?
Gai stared at Kisuke blankly. The vague concept he had before seemed to be completely confirmed at this moment.
Yes, his father's greatest strength was not his profession as a ninja, he was a Genin all his life.
The most remarkable thing about him is the will that runs through his life, the will called "youth" that has been inherited by him.
And in the future, he will definitely pass on this will!
At this moment, Gai's eyes lit up, as if he saw his father giving him a thumbs up.
"Thank you, Yuori."
Gai came back to his senses and gave Kisuke another thumbs up, his big white teeth shining.
"I finally figured it out!"
"Just figure it out. I'll be leaving first."
Kisuke took a step back calmly, worried that he would be infected by Gai.
"Kisuke, you're going to carry out a mission, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, what's wrong?"
"I'll go with you!"
"."
At this moment, Kisuke had only one thought in his mind: Gai, are you crazy?
He just wanted to improve his favorability by talking nonsense, but he didn't intend to drag Gai into the trap.
After finishing training with Rin—which doubled as his own training—Kisuke walked her home, then headed back to the Uchiha compound.
"Personality really is a superpower."
On his way to the Uchiha library, Kisuke muttered to himself.
Ever since entering the Ninja Academy, he'd figured something out: to survive this crazy world, you needed more than strength. You needed Strategy and a good persona.
And after careful observation, he'd chosen his path—craft a reliable image.
Take Minato. Mention his name, and people immediately thought: "strong," "sunny," "charismatic."
Mention Uchiha, and people thought: "beautiful," "powerful," "tragic," "unhinged," and occasionally "cackling maniac."
He couldn't compete with Minato's natural PR campaign. But he could carve out a niche. One word: trustworthy.
And honestly, it worked.
Even after the Hawk Faction threw him under the bus, and even with the war grinding down his humanity, his reputation stayed intact—at least outside the upper echelons. It made life easier. Gave him friends. Sure, most were surface-level, but they were the kind of guys you could talk to about anything—from stealing chalk in primary school to choosing a good gravesite.
Except for Obito.
"... should I just kill him before he starts causing chaos."
Kisuke paused for a moment, but after a little thought, he saw that it didn't really matter whether Obito died or not. Madara would choose another Uchiha regardless, and Kisuke prefers to stick with the plotline rather than messing it beyond recognition.
Of course, if something touched his interest, he wouldn't give a shit and change plot if he had to.
Kisuke didn't dwell on the problem as he had reached the library.
After a brief check-in, he passed through the inner hall and began his search.
Even though he'd asked to come here before getting the "Extraordinary" reward, he would've still come regardless. The library's collection on the Sharingan was too valuable.
He'd awakened his eyes early and used them often, which gave him a solid foundation. The problem was, before awakening them, nobody gave him the time of day—and after, he got dumped onto the battlefield with zero time for study.
Now he finally had a chance to catch up.
The documents would help him refine his usage, maybe even hit his current limit sooner so he could trigger a breakthrough.
But the deeper he read, the more his brows furrowed.
"Too shallow. And too basic."
Most of the materials stopped at the second tomoe. A few scratched the surface of the third. As for the Mangekyō? Practically nothing.
"When Uchiha Madara left, did he sweep the whole archive clean with him?"
Sure, leave if you want to, but did you really need to precision-strike the good stuff on your way out?
"Forget it. This'll do for now."
With a resigned sigh, Kisuke gathered the scrolls to put them away. He'd still made gains tonight—enough to practice his two-tomoe Sharingan.
The rest, he'd just have to figure out on his own.
But just as he passed the innermost shelf—one barely visible in the back of the room—his peripheral vision caught something. A scroll. Dust-covered. Jammed deep behind the lowest tier.
"Huh?"
He paused, slid the old documents back into place, and stepped closer.
The scroll was coated in dust, clearly untouched for years. It had no label, no title—just something forgotten and shoved into a dead corner.
Most people wouldn't bother with junk like this. Everyone who came here had a purpose; no one had time to dig through unmarked trash.
But Kisuke? Trash was sometimes treasure. He knelt, dusted it off, and unrolled it carefully.
Then froze.
"The Uchiha's final weapon?"
"Uchiha... Hikari?"
He blinked.
"What the hell is this?"
***
"What on earth is this?"
The next morning, Kisuke got up early for training, though his mind wasn't fully in it. The information he'd read the night before still lingered.
Labeled the Uchiha's ultimate weapon—how strong did someone have to be to earn that title?
"Stronger than Madara?"
The idea felt ridiculous. No one in the Uchiha clan had ever surpassed Madara. Not even Sasuke in the original timeline came close—not without help. And if Madara hadn't had his heart ripped out, it was still questionable whether even Naruto and Sasuke together could've taken him down.
"And this 'ultimate weapon' was sealed. No one even knows where."
The records said Uchiha Hikari's entire family was ambushed and wiped out by the Senju and other clans. According to captured Senju, the weapon wasn't killed—just sealed. But no one ever said where.
"If they could seal him, he's probably not stronger than Madara."
Still, Kisuke shook his head. Even sealed, he was considered dangerous enough to document. That meant something.
"Been sealed for hundreds of years. Probably dust by now. But if I knew where, maybe there's still something to scavenge."
Even bones or chakra residue from a figure like that might be worth something.
[New Branch Mission Acquired]
[1. Find the seal of Uchiha's final weapon alone]
[2. Report the information to the Uchiha clan]
[Mission Reward: Unknown]
"…Seriously?"
Kisuke blinked at the notification, then—without hesitation—picked the first option. If he didn't, the slot would stay occupied and slow down future rewards. Self-triggered missions couldn't be declined.
[Current Task Summary]
[Main Quest: He Can Replace Him]
[Side Quest 1: Assist the Minato Squad in destroying the Kannabi Bridge]
[Side Quest 2: Locate the seal of Uchiha's final weapon]
[Side Quest 3: None]
[Special Skill: Extraordinary]
Looking at his crude system interface, Kisuke didn't complain. Flashy wasn't always effective. If it worked, it worked.
He gathered his things and stepped out of the clan compound. The mission was a serious one—he had to prepare properly. After all, Fugaku hadn't even asked for details. He just needed to show loyalty to Konoha. A symbolic sacrifice.
Before the Nine-Tails incident, Fugaku had played the role of a dove. After it, he turned into something worse—an abstract thinker with no clear direction. He spoke of peace and unity while doing nothing to actually secure it.
"Even Konoha knows how to suppress internal issues during war," Kisuke muttered as he walked. "But he's still pretending none of this is real."
Konoha at least pretended to balance things—Uchiha was sent to fight Kirigakure, but Hyuga was also deployed. There was an illusion of fairness. Fugaku? Useless.
Just as Kisuke hit a particularly sour patch of thoughts, a green blur cartwheeled past him upside-down. It screeched to a halt beside him, then settled into a perfect handstand.
"Kisuke!"
Kisuke recognized him immediately and smiled. "You're still this energetic? Don't you ever take a break?"
"My father would never allow laziness," Gai said, beaming with a wide grin. "Because this—this is youth!"
They'd known each other a while—same class, same missions, same warzone. When Kisuke's original squad had died, he was reassigned to Gai's team. It had made them closer, bonded by survival.
"…I'm sorry about your father."
Gai's grin faltered for a moment. "He fought bravely. Took down the Seven Ninja Swordsmen by himself. He was an amazing ninja."
"He really was," Kisuke said, tone quiet.
They paused in shared silence until Gai broke it with his usual optimism. "So what's next for you?"
"I'm heading to the Land of Grass tomorrow. Don't know who's on the team yet, but it's supposed to be important."
"You just got back and they're sending you out again?"
"Yeah," Kisuke muttered, though in his head he was cursing Fugaku nonstop.
"If the village needs me, I'll do my best," he said with a forced smile. "Anyway, I still have prep to do. Don't let me interrupt your training."
"You're going to do great," Gai said, straightening up. "I want to be like my father—a true ninja."
"No, it shouldn't be a ninja, but a human."
When Kisuke heard his words, he couldn't help but tilt his head. After thinking about it, he reached out and patted Gai on the shoulder, then encouraged him.
"A ninja is just a tool to carry out missions, but as a human being, his will and spirit can be passed on and inherited.
As a ninja, perhaps Dai sensei has always been buried, and what he showed is just the final bloom of his youth.
But as a human being, his will has been passed on and is also inspiring you.
In the future, you will pass on this will and inspire the younger generations to keep moving forward. This is what makes you so great."
The inheritance of will?
Gai stared at Kisuke blankly. The vague concept he had before seemed to be completely confirmed at this moment.
Yes, his father's greatest strength was not his profession as a ninja, he was a Genin all his life.
The most remarkable thing about him is the will that runs through his life, the will called "youth" that has been inherited by him.
And in the future, he will definitely pass on this will!
At this moment, Gai's eyes lit up, as if he saw his father giving him a thumbs up.
"Thank you, Yuori."
Gai came back to his senses and gave Kisuke another thumbs up, his big white teeth shining.
"I finally figured it out!"
"Just figure it out. I'll be leaving first."
Kisuke took a step back calmly, worried that he would be infected by Gai.
"Kisuke, you're going to carry out a mission, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, what's wrong?"
"I'll go with you!"
"."
At this moment, Kisuke had only one thought in his mind: Gai, are you crazy?
He just wanted to improve his favorability by talking nonsense, but he didn't intend to drag Gai into the trap.