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Noa POV After spending hours at the celebration and eating to our hearts' content, we still hadn't been able to actually talk to Sena. She could only wave at us from afar, wearing a look of deep apology while being swallowed by a sea of politicians and wealthy figures. We waved back, a silent acknowledgment of her new reality, before slipping away toward the Senju compound under the brilliant glow of the moon.

Shizuru decided to head home as the hour grew late, Genta and I offered to escort her, but she declined with a tired smile, promising to meet us tomorrow. As Genta and I walked through the compound gates, the quiet of the clan grounds felt peaceful compared to the roar of the village. Suddenly, a frail, wavering voice drifted from a nearby veranda.

"Noa? Is that you, child?" I turned to find an old woman sitting in the deep shadows of her porch. She looked ancient. Her skin was creased and weathered like the bark of the great oaks, but her eyes remained remarkably sharp. She was dressed in a durable, hand-woven silk kimono of deep moss green. The fabric was thick and sturdy enough to have weathered decades of use. The material featured a subtle komon pattern of pine needles that only caught the light when she moved.

Over it, she wore a dark, earth-toned traditional overcoat that looked as though it had been woven from the very fibers of the forest. The only ornament was the Senju crest hand-embroidered on her collar. The threads were faded by time, yet they still stood proud.

"Yes, Miki-baasama," I said softly, stepping closer. She grunted as she tried to find her footing. Genta moved in an instant, reaching her side quickly to steady her. She beamed up at him and patted his arm.

"Thank you, Genta. You were always such a thoughtful boy." Genta's usual grin widened as she turned her focus back to me.

"Forgive us, Noa. The rest of us wanted to attend the celebration, but our bones have grown too frail for such crowds." I shook my head, feeling a swell of genuine warmth.

"I'm just happy to see you, Miki-baasama. That's more than enough for me." She let out a dry, raspy chuckle.

"Listen to you... such a little swindler," she teased. Her eyes wandered for a moment before her expression shifted, as if she finally remembered what she wanted to do.

"Wait right there." With Genta's support, she shuffled back into the darkness of her house, returning a moment later with a small plate of cookies. Her hands trembled slightly as she held them out. Genta reached to take the weight off her, but she swatted his hand away with surprising speed. She stepped toward me, offering the plate with a frail, steadying pride.

"Congratulations on becoming a Chunin at such a young age," she said, her voice strained but sincere.

"You remind me of the Senju of old." A lump formed in my throat as I bowed deeply to accept the gift.

"I'll make sure to eat every single one. Thank you, Miki-baasama." She smiled, the fatigue clear on her face. The long day had taken its toll on her frail body, and staying up late to welcome me had only made it worse. She reached out to ruffle my messy hair.

"Take better care of yourself, little one." A loud, rhythmic crunching sound interrupted the moment. We both looked over to find Genta already mid-chew, his cheeks puffed out with stolen cookies. Miki's eyes narrowed, a sudden surge of life returning to her limbs. Her knuckles collided with Genta's skull with a sound like a falling branch.

"Those are for Noa's promotion! Why are you eating them, you glutton?" she barked. Genta let out a pained groan, hunched over and protecting the plate as if it were a forbidden jutsu scroll. His exaggerated theatrics finally caught the attention of the neighbors. Lights flickered on across the row of houses, and a few more elders stepped out onto their porches to see what the commotion was about. Laughter rippled through the clearing as they saw Genta being scolded.

One by one, they called out their congratulations. One particularly ancient man kept leaning over to his neighbor, whispering, "Who is that boy?"

"It's Noa! He's a Chunin now!" the neighbor shouted back.

"Who?" the man asked again. If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it's taken without the author's consent. Report it.

"Noa!"

"Who?" It went on like that, the two of them sounding like a pair of confused owls in the night. Surrounded by that simple, honest affection, I bowed deeply to all of them.

"Thank you, honored elders. I appreciate your kindness and your care. I always have, and I always will." They looked at me with such undisguised pride that my fear of the coming future faded, dissolved by the warm feeling. Genta eventually grabbed my arm and dragged me away while still dodging Miki's unnaturally sharp strikes.

"We've got to move, Noa! Father is waiting for us." I waved goodbye, watching them fade into the moonlight as they watched me go, looking at me as if I were truly blood of their blood. Just as we reached the end of the path, the owl-like man shouted out into the night with sudden, startling clarity.

"Is that Hashirama?! That long-haired cheat! He still owes me big money from that bet in the gambling dens! Get back here and pay me back, you overblown trunk!" Genta and I stopped dead. We turned back, sharing a perfectly synchronized deadpan expression with the rest of the silent elders. Most of the elders facepalmed as Genta and I scrambled toward the house. By the time we crossed the threshold, the cookie plate was nearly empty, and I hadn't even managed a single bite.

A fierce battle erupted between us, a flurry of flailing fists and kicks as a storm of dust kicked up in the entryway. The door to the main house slid open. Takemura stood there, his eyes burning with a rage that instantly froze Genta in his tracks. Genta immediately pivoted, handing me the plate with a perfectly respectful, innocent tone.

"Here, Noa. Please, enjoy the rest of the cookies." I narrowed my eyes and grabbed the plate, only to find a pathetic three cookies left. A single tear fell from my right eye as we walked into the home, Takemura observing us like a hawk. I immediately flopped onto the floor, savoring the cold sensation of the wood against my skin. Genta sat down nearby, acting unnaturally quiet and obedient while his father continued to eye him with deep suspicion.

Eventually, Takemura looked at me and grumbled, "You keep sleeping on the floor. That's bad for you, you know." I shrugged.

"I like the cool floor. My body burns a lot... it's always hot." He sighed, his expression softening into a smile.

"Congratulations on making Chunin, Noa." I sat up straight and offered a proper bow.

"Thank you, Takemura-sama."

"I wanted to celebrate with you," he said, his voice turning heavy, "but we received a message. You are expected to attend the Hokage appointment ceremony tomorrow morning." My eyes widened. My mind went into overdrive.

"What? What happened to the Third?"

"I do not know all the details," Takemura responded, "but it was revealed that Danzo Shimura was behind the assassination attempt on Shisui." I expected that much. It was the only logical conclusion, but I was stunned by how it had led to a new Hokage. Then, Takemura's voice dropped a degree.

"It was also confirmed... that he was behind the death of Daiken." The room froze. A white-hot rage ignited in my chest, more violent than anything I had ever felt. Lightning began to leak from my skin in jagged, violet arcs, my Static Shield reacting to the surge of adrenaline. My nails dug deep into my palms, piercing the skin until blood began to seep onto the floor. Genta flinched and moved to comfort me, but his father caught his shoulder, shaking his head. My thoughts were a furious blur.

Danzo had killed my sensei, then had the audacity to try and recruit me into Root using that very death as a motive. The sheer, disgusting depravity of the man made my blood boil. Darkness clouded my vision as the lightning grew more erratic. Suddenly, Takemura's hand landed firmly on my shoulder. He winced as the electric arcs bit into his palm, leaving shallow burn marks and singeing his sleeve, but he didn't pull away. He layered his hand with chakra to neutralize the worst of the discharge.

"I know how you feel, kid," he said quietly.

"I feel the same." I took a shaky, deep breath, fighting to pull the lightning back under my skin. My eyes felt misty, blurred by both rage and grief.

"The revelation led to the Third Hokage confronting Danzo," Takemura continued.

"A battle broke out that leveled the Root headquarters and damaged the surrounding blocks. Danzo was captured, but the Third suffered grievous injuries. Those are wounds that will take a very long time to heal. He could no longer fulfill his duties. A vote was cast, and Fugaku Uchiha claimed the seat of the Fifth." He looked at me intently.

"But don't worry. I don't think he will mind us taking our revenge on Danzo."

"The Uchiha clan head... will be the Hokage?" I whispered, the disbelief clear in my voice. Takemura nodded with a sigh.

"Yes. I couldn't believe it myself. I voted for Hiashi, but Fugaku's record and his achievements during the Third War earned him the Jonin vote. Since the Clan Heads were tied, the Elders followed the will of the Jonin. He was approved." My mind exploded. I had been aiming to avert the horror of the Uchiha massacre and the instability that would follow. I understood our team's part.

From our spotless mission records and high-level successes to Sena leaving an incredible impression on every wealthy or influential client we met, we had worked hard. Even our performance in the Chunin Exams with an Uchiha sensei and teammate played a role. We had shifted the perception of the Uchiha so effectively. However, the Uchiha's image improving so immensely and Fugaku being chosen for the Hokage seat meant some huge moves were made in the shadows. I needed to understand the missing piece of the puzzle.

I needed to talk to Sena. But as my eyes wandered over my body, I sighed, anticipating the horrendous pain to come and the terrifying chakra drain. It was time to do something I had dreaded for a long time. With my newly found understanding of higher level seals, I was ready to etch something extremely ambitious into my skin, through my flesh, and deep into my chakra network. It was a process that would improve my fighting abilities immensely. The Third's reign had been stable and peaceful, but stagnant.

Whatever was coming next would be very different. I had to move fast to ensure the survival of those I love. And then, my own.