All Might nodded, his expression resolute. "Agreed. Our first priority is to stop this Kiri team before they can cause any more harm."
Eichi's eyes narrowed. "You think you can stop them? You don't even know what you're up against."
Aizawa's gaze remained steady, his voice calm but probing. "You said they're specialists in demolition, assassination, and infiltration. What else can you tell us about them? Names? Numbers? Weaknesses?"
While Eichi wanted to lay out everything, he still came back to the conversation he had with the Kiri-nin. They had stopped caring about the heir, as they now had a situation that preceded the mission.
After all, they had needed the heir to make the Uzumaki surrender during the siege, but now it was unimportant to do so, as they were simply not in their world anymore.
Still, even if they had no intention to search for the heir and no interest in himself, Eichi couldn't let go of his desire for revenge—to avenge his brother and his clan, to kill them all.
So, all he had to do was manipulate them to search for the team.
Eichi's mind raced. He couldn't reveal specifics about their villages or the shinobi system—it would raise too many questions about his own origins. Instead, he had to speculate based on what he knew of their general specializations.
Carefully, he said, "I don't know their names or exact numbers. But I can tell you this: the Kiri-nin is only a subordinate. He's a sensor, which means he can track energy—chakra—from miles away.
The others are likely from different backgrounds, each with their own skills. One might specialize in explosives, another in stealth, and another in close combat. They're not a team you can underestimate."
The detective frowned, his skepticism evident. "You're telling us they're some kind of elite squad, but you don't even know their names? How do you expect us to believe you?"
Eichi's eyes narrowed, his tone sharp. "Believe me or don't. It doesn't change the fact that they're dangerous."
All Might stepped forward, his expression serious. "We're not doubting the threat, but we need more to go on. Where did they come from? Why are they here?"
Eichi hesitated. He couldn't reveal that they were from another world, or that they had been transported here by a failed jutsu. Instead, he chose his words carefully.
"For some circumstances, they're the only shinobi left in this world. As for why they're here... let's just say they have their own agenda."
Aizawa's eyes narrowed. "And you? What's your stake in all of this? Why are you so determined to stop them?"
Eichi's jaw tightened. "Let's just say I have my reasons. Personal ones."
The detective crossed his arms, his tone accusatory. "You're awfully defensive for someone asking for our help. If you're not hiding something, why not tell us everything?"
Eichi's voice grew colder. "I've told you what you need to know. The rest is irrelevant."
The room fell silent, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. All Might and Aizawa exchanged another glance, their expressions grim.
They were beginning to understand that there was more to Eichi than he was letting on, but they also knew they weren't going to get any more answers—not yet, at least.
"Alright, fine, we'll help you out," sighed the detective, knowing that any further interrogation would only lead to unwanted animosity between them. "However, there's still the matter of where we'd accommodate you. I'm guessing you have no place to call home now, right?"
At that, Eichi's mood grew increasingly grim. "Yes."
All Might, despite knowing the boy was wary of them, placed a comforting hand on Eichi's shoulder. The boy tensed at the contact but didn't pull away. "Don't worry," All Might said, his voice warm and reassuring. "I have an idea of what to do with you."
The three turned to him, their expressions questioning. "You have a plan?" asked Aizawa.
Smirking, All Might simply said, "I know someone who might be interested in him." Turning to Eichi, he asked, "You're fourteen, right?" Eichi nodded, and All Might continued, "Well, your luck is quite good. I could ask some individuals to create a file and background for you and enroll you into U.A."
After finishing his statement, Aizawa, ever aware of the schemes of the higher-ups, stayed silent. He knew exactly whom All Might was referring to—and who would be responsible for crafting Eichi's new identity.
However, the sentiment wasn't shared by the detective, who grew visibly irritated. "All Might-sama, as much as I want the kid to integrate himself, the public still expects some sort of response regarding the massacre that happened in District 69.
Yes, the media doesn't have exact footage of the boy, but it can't be ignored that another battle of the same magnitude happened at another location altogether."
Instead of seeing it as a problem, All Might laughed. "Don't worry, Naomasa-san. The person I'm talking about knows how to spin things."
He glanced at Eichi from the corner of his eye, his smile faltering slightly as he continued, "Also, it's time for the kid to experience a normal life. If what I've seen and heard is any indication of how he was brought up, he definitely needs it."
Eichi's reaction was minimal, save for the slight twitch of his eye. After all, it wasn't his entire life that he had been a shinobi.
Yes, he had fought battles and had been a genin for three years before the war, but before that, in his opinion, he had lived enough as a carefree boy.
Still, he remembered his father's words as Tajima grew annoyed by his carefree attitude during a fireside chat, where he shared stories about their past.
"They deserve to enjoy their childhood before facing the harsh realities of being shinobi."
Eichi sighed. If All Might's words hinted at anything, it was perhaps a school life—something he wasn't opposed to. He knew he could train while a clone handled the classes, and the government could focus on searching for the individuals in question.