Chapter 128: Yin-Yang Release Chakra Mode?!
"You've lost your damn mind. You want to run Root?"
Outside the Hokage Tower, Tsunade finally snapped. She'd held her tongue long enough.
"You know what that place is, and you still want to go back? Have you completely lost it?!"
"…Sensei, I know exactly what I'm doing."
Haruta scratched his cheek, a little embarrassed. Even he had to admit—Root was easy to hate.
Honestly, back when he was in training there, he had fantasized more than once about just burning the whole place to ashes.
And Root's assignments? They weren't exactly for model citizens.
Assassination. Kidnapping. Espionage. Subversion.
If a job was shady, Root was on it like flies on garbage.
So yeah… who would like such an organization?
"You know all that, and you still want to take over?!"
Tsunade rolled her eyes. "There are plenty of other ways to gain experience! You're not alone. Jiraiya and I both support you.
As for those elders? Ignore them. All they do is bluster and act important.
If you want guidance, I can help. Or even just stick by the old man's side. But Root? Why Root?!"
Because I need somewhere to hide the Uchiha…
Haruta sighed internally. But outwardly, he just smiled and shook his head.
"I appreciate your concern, Sensei. But I'm not doing this just for me.
I'm doing it for you, too."
"…For me?"
Tsunade blinked, confused.
Haruta nodded.
"You've been trying to find the link between the Senju and Uchiha clans, right?
But in Konoha, not everything is available in the archives.
So let me ask you, Sensei… which department in the village has the authority to gather intelligence from outside?
And which one has secret bases hidden across the entire ninja world?"
"Those abandoned bases can all be put to good use. Sensei, you're gonna have to put more effort into that Wood Release of yours too."
Now that he had taken over the Foundation, there were simply too many things Haruta could do with it.
At the most basic level, no matter how he wanted to spin his narrative, he now had a stable "source of intelligence."
Danzo wasn't called "The Darkness of the Shinobi World" for nothing. He may have been a failure in the political game, but in the underworld, he was a king in his own right.
Hiruzen Sarutobi had likely wanted to strangle him more times than anyone could count. Just from the number of assassination operations that guy had orchestrated, he should've died several times over—yet somehow, he always managed to survive.
Sure, part of that was because Hiruzen was nostalgic and sentimental… but Haruta believed there was another key reason: the old man's favorite phrase—"Serve Konoha with all your heart."
From that, it was clear that Danzo wasn't entirely without merit. Haruta still remembered how terrified Chiyo was of him back in the Land of Wind.
And the more capable Danzo was, the better for Haruta. With the Foundation in his hands, he could turn it into an inverse narrative engine. Time to start rewriting the story—his way.
"You really are something..."
Tsunade looked at him, speechless, then finally let out a sigh.
"Forget it. Since you've already made up your mind, I won't try to stop you. But remember this—the Foundation holds enormous power. Don't let that power blind you."
"I understand. Getting close to power often makes people think they are powerful."
As Haruta listened to her, a random image floated into his mind—that of the President of Shimoki. (T/N: He is taking about someone from China.)
And that particular president had once said something rather profound—"Power is like real estate. Location is everything. The closer you are to the center, the more valuable your property becomes."
Danzo clearly misunderstood this. Even though he kept reminding himself he wanted to be Hokage, in reality, he'd already started acting like one.
"You damn brat... You actually see things pretty clearly."
Tsunade gave Haruta a strange look, but in the end, she didn't probe further. Instead, she changed the subject.
"Since you've decided, I'll have a word with the old man for you. But I'm curious—how exactly are you planning to develop the Foundation from here?"
"Actually, it's pretty simple: ANBU handles internal affairs, Foundation focuses on the outside."
Haruta didn't hesitate in the slightest. He had long since worked it all out.
"I've been in both the Foundation and ANBU. I've seen how some of their responsibilities overlap. To avoid conflicts—and to protect my own reputation—I won't let the Foundation interfere with anything inside Konoha.
Unless it's a mission that directly involves the Hokage, the Foundation will only act outside the village.
All internal matters will be handed over to ANBU."
"Oho? How generous of you."
Tsunade hadn't expected Haruta to be so decisive. She knew full well how much blood and sweat Danzo had spent just to get the Foundation involved in internal matters.
"But that's the right choice. Though with this decision, you're bound to face resistance. When Danzo weathers this storm and recovers, he's probably going to blow a gasket."
"There won't be much resistance. The Foundation suffered heavy losses this time. I doubt anyone will be stupid enough to try anything."
As he spoke, Haruta couldn't help but chuckle. He had already noticed those people hiding in the forest back when he went to confront the Uchiha.
But he'd deliberately ignored them. During the battle with Nagato, he even helped those people get to the afterlife—because he was sure they were Danzo's die-hard loyalists.
Danzo-sama was on his way there too anyway—so what's the harm in having them go ahead and save him a seat?
"As for Danzo himself, I'm sure he'll be very happy that I'm the one taking over the Foundation."
"Happy?"
Tsunade's expression turned even weirder. Danzo just lost the most important asset in his hands—how the hell would that make him happy?
But she didn't voice her doubts. Because deep down, she could sense that Haruta had… other plans for Danzo.
As for what those plans were, Tsunade had no clue. But she'd never liked Danzo anyway.
So in the end, she simply shook her head and decided not to ask. Some things were better left to time.
"By the way, sensei—we need to hurry back and remind the Hokage. Whatever happens, don't let Danzo return to the Foundation!"
"Huh? You're worried he'll destroy important documents?"
"Exactly. If all he does is destroy them, fine. But I'm more afraid he might leak something—especially stuff like me asking him for funding to build an intelligence network."
"…Wait, you asked him for money?"
"Yup. And I also asked the Hokage for some too."
"You little bastard! You better give me half when we get back!"
...
Meanwhile...
The outside world remained in chaos, but deep within a disused underground lab in Konoha, a group of Uchiha survivors huddled together in unease.
They had no idea what was happening. No one had told them anything. And among them, Uchiha Izumi was on the verge of a breakdown.
She didn't understand why Itachi had done what he did. Why would he do something like that? Where was everyone else?
And what about the thunderous explosion outside earlier? The tremors that shook the earth? What the hell was going on?!
Just moments ago, the violent quaking made it feel like the gates of hell had opened. If this place hadn't been built solid—or if the shockwaves had been aimed in their direction—they might've been buried alive down here.
Click. Click. Click.
Suddenly, the lights in the basement flickered on. The white glow of the bulbs only made their nerves worse.
Most of them were women and children—non-combatants. The sudden illumination filled their hearts with dread.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Footsteps echoed across the hall. Three figures were walking toward them.
And the moment they got a clear look at one of them—the entire group of Uchiha gasped in shock.
"Y-You're… Shisui?!"
Uchiha Izumi jumped to her feet, eyes wide with disbelief. Of course she recognized him—everyone in the clan knew Shisui. But… hadn't he gone missing ages ago?
The village had forbidden any discussion on the matter, but people weren't stupid. In private, rumors had run wild.
The consensus was: Shisui was dead. Otherwise, neither the clan nor the village would have reacted the way they had.
And yet… here he was. Standing right in front of them. Alive.
"Yes. It's me."
Shisui didn't bother hiding his identity. But as he looked at the weary faces of his clan members, he couldn't help but sigh.
Almost all of them had awakened the Sharingan…
He knew better than anyone how hard it was to open those eyes. The pain, the mental toll—even he didn't like thinking about it.
Among them, only a few four- or five-year-olds still seemed clueless and unaffected. Everyone else had crimson eyes glowing with trauma.
Especially Izumi—hers were already at the three-tomoe stage. Her talent was… almost too terrifying.
"Shisui-nii… What's going on here?!"
Izumi clenched her fists and raised her voice. The others followed suit, eyes fixed on Shisui with burning questions.
"…Let me explain."
Haruta patted Shisui's shoulder and stepped forward, looking over the survivors.
"Some of you might recognize me. Some of you might not. Doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm the one who pulled you out of there.
Uchiha Itachi has betrayed us. Just like Uchiha Obito, he sought stronger eyes, and chose to join the Akatsuki. To do that, he slaughtered the Uchiha clan.
That's what happened tonight. Strictly speaking, you're all 'Uchiha ghosts' now. Same as Shisui."
"Impossible!"
"That bastard!!"
"Unforgivable!"
His words set off an uproar. Some of the older ones tried to rush out—hellbent on revenge. Who knew how many loved ones they had lost? The hatred burned deep.
"Wait! Why are we ghosts?!"
Izumi's voice cut through the chaos. She was still composed enough to question the obvious.
"And Shisui-nii… he was dead, wasn't he? Why is he here?"
The others fell silent again, turning to Shisui.
He let out another sigh and began speaking.
"Because… the Uchiha did have thoughts of rebellion. Some in the village wanted to strike preemptively—before the Third Hokage could interfere.
I was their first target. If Haruta hadn't staged my fake death, I'd be dead for real.
The Third knew the truth, but could only use my 'death' as a warning to the clan—to keep them in check.
Unfortunately, it didn't work. The Uchiha didn't learn their lesson. And that gave certain people another opportunity.
That's how we got Uchiha Itachi."
Shisui still didn't fully understand Itachi's reasons. But he knew he had to stand with Haruta. He could never forgive Itachi for murdering innocents in the clan.
If Itachi truly had the guts, he should've gone and killed Danzo—or even his own parents. But sacrificing the whole clan just to protect his brother?
Who the hell did he think he was?
Fueled by that hatred, Shisui agreed without hesitation.
"And that 'certain person'... got played by Itachi in the end."
Haruta picked up where Shisui left off.
"That man thought he could wipe out the Uchiha through Itachi. He saw Itachi's betrayal as hope.
Shisui and I were both in ANBU. We knew the clan was on edge. But after what happened tonight, Konoha will never say the Uchiha planned a coup.
That man who worked with Itachi? He's a big shot. But now, he's been stripped of all his power.
As for you—the survivors? You were spared because Shisui had mercy.
Because of your peaceful hearts, you were saved. But for the sake of the village—and your own safety—you can't appear in public again. You can't use the Uchiha name.
You're already ghosts. Just like Shisui. Understand?"
It was a cruel truth—but everyone there understood.
They'd all seen the growing tension within the clan. But they weren't involved in the higher-level games.
All they could do… was follow orders. Obey.
Now the situation had flipped. Itachi had betrayed them. A powerful figure in Konoha had tried to kill them.
And framing it as "Uchiha was annihilated by Itachi for power" was a hell of a lot more palatable than calling them rebels.
For the honor of the clan, it seemed they truly had no choice but to live in the shadows from now on.
"How did it come to this…"
The sorrow on the Uchiha's faces was overwhelming. This was never the future they wanted. Everything hurt far too much.
"Oi, oi, oi. What's with those faces?"
Just as their grief peaked, Haruta suddenly spoke up with a frown.
"Survival is a blessing. And pain? That's only temporary.
Don't you want the Uchiha to rise again? Don't you want to crawl out of the dark? Don't you want revenge?"
"You… Sir… You mean—?!"
Izumi's head shot up. Her tone shifted dramatically, and the rest of the survivors stood in unison, eyes locked on Haruta.
"Shisui, tell them."
Haruta casually gestured toward Shisui, who nodded and said plainly:
"Haruta is about to become the leader of a new department—something like ANBU.
But this new division was hit hard during the Uchiha Night… and needs to rebuild."
"You can all join this new department. For now, it will serve as a safe haven—somewhere you can live in peace. It'll provide for your daily needs, and more importantly… it'll help you train and grow stronger."
Shisui's voice was calm but firm as he looked over the gathered Uchiha survivors.
"You'll be able to rebuild. You'll be able to regain your strength. And when the time is right, you'll be able to leave this place… and exact revenge on Uchiha Itachi.
But—"
Shisui paused, and his expression grew uncharacteristically grave.
"You must give your loyalty. You must never create trouble. You must never bring problems to Haruta.
Now, let me ask you all one question—can you do that?"
Could they?
Had this question been asked before the massacre, the Uchiha pride would've demanded an answer with fists—because their fists were hard enough.
But now? Now they had fallen into the depths of darkness. Now their hearts burned with rage. And just when all hope seemed lost—a single ray of light broke through the clouds.
"We greet you, my lord!"
Uchiha Izumi dropped to one knee, no hesitation in her eyes.
Her hatred for Itachi burned fiercer than ever. She didn't understand what had changed him, but unlike in Haruta's memories, she wasn't caught in any genjutsu. Her rage was real—and overwhelming.
Spurred by her actions, the other Uchiha began kneeling one by one. In a matter of moments, every survivor was on one knee, their voices rising together like a tide.
"We greet you, my lord!"
"Looks like the Uchiha aren't as much trouble as we feared," Haruta chuckled softly.
With that matter settled, Haruta, Shisui, and Kabuto left the hidden underground lab behind. As they stepped outside, Haruta glanced back once, then looked toward a spot opposite the entrance.
A grin crept onto his face.
"If I had attacked from that direction, things would've gotten pretty messy…"
"You just had to say that, didn't you?" Kabuto muttered, instinctively adjusting his glasses.
He still remembered the sight of Haruta swinging that golden sword—and it sent a chill down his spine.
To think the same guy who once slugged him hard at the Foundation training base… had now grown into this. It was absurd.
Step by step, Haruta had climbed to a place they'd once believed unreachable.
"Still… the Hokage hasn't made anything official yet. You're so sure you'll be the one leading the Foundation?"
Haruta scoffed and shook his head. "You think I showed off all that strength for nothing?"
"This is already decided. And don't forget—I've got Lady Tsunade and Captain Jiraiya backing me."
"…Pretty sure Lord Jiraiya would hate being called 'Captain,'" Shisui murmured, unable to resist.
"But whatever the case, this turned out well. It's just… it's a shame we couldn't save more people."
"Not your fault. Who could've predicted things would spiral like that?"
Haruta gave Shisui a firm pat on the shoulder, smiling faintly.
"Still, the radicals are gone. The ones left behind are sparks—and sooner or later, they'll become a wildfire.
You get ready too. Once I'm officially appointed, report to the Foundation. The Uchiha need one of their own to train them."
Bringing Shisui back had always been part of the plan.
The Uchiha survivors were worth a fortune in potential—especially now that nearly all of them had awakened the Sharingan.
Haruta was even considering picking out some of the more promising ones for experimentation—combining them with White Zetsu cells.
With increased power and a heart full of vengeance, they probably wouldn't refuse.
And with this core team in place, Haruta's road to becoming Konoha's Elite Bureaucrat would only get smoother.
As for that childish dream of being "Son of the Hokage"… Haruta would rather become the Fifth Hokage's man.
"Oh, and you'll be responsible for keeping them in line. No trouble, no drama. You're the Clan Head now, got it—Clan Head Shisui?"
"…You bastard," Shisui muttered, half amused, half exasperated.
Still, he nodded seriously. He wouldn't cause Haruta any trouble.
After all, Haruta had saved them. And if the Uchiha did stir up anything reckless—Shisui knew Haruta wouldn't hesitate to reunite them with their dead.
This man was a product of the Foundation. A real killer.
"Well, the transition will take time. But you've got your hands full in the meantime."
Kabuto shrugged, looking between the two of them before speaking up again.
"Don't forget—Foundation or not, it was Danzo's turf. Even with so many casualties, his loyalists and inner circle probably still remain.
What's your plan for them?
More importantly—what if Danzo survives the scandal and tries to return?"
Danzo remained a threat. Haruta had no illusions about that.
Especially considering his long-standing relationship with Hiruzen Sarutobi—who knew when that man might make a comeback?
In Haruta's memories, Danzo did return. Maybe it was after Sarutobi's death, or maybe at some unknown point in the future—but it happened.
Well, not this time.
Not while Haruta was here.
"Don't worry," Haruta said with a smile, clapping Kabuto on the shoulder. "Lord Danzo will never return to his Foundation again."
"To be more precise—it's our Foundation now.
Danzo wants to stay quiet, lay low, let the storm pass.
But as his faithful subordinate… how could I possibly let him be forgotten?"
Haruta's grin deepened, dazzlingly bright.
"Relax. I've got a plan. I'll make sure Lord Danzo becomes world-famous!"
World-famous?
More like world-infamous, right?
Shisui and Kabuto exchanged glances, the same thought flashing through both their minds.
But maybe… that was the best revenge.
Danzo wanted to vanish from the spotlight. But if his name suddenly echoed through the entire shinobi world—if his crimes were revealed in full detail—his legacy would crumble overnight.
Still… what exactly was Haruta planning?
"As for the remaining Foundation members… I'm putting you in charge, Kabuto."
Haruta's voice cut through the air like a blade.
"You volunteered to join Foundation, remember? Well, here's your chance.
Don't screw it up—and don't forget, you might just die there. My dear friend."
"…"
Kabuto was already mentally prepared—but hearing Haruta say it so directly still made him grimace.
Adjusting his glasses, he sighed.
"I knew you wouldn't let me off that easily, you bastard…"
"If you already knew, then why whine about it?"
Haruta threw one arm around Kabuto's neck, the other around Shisui's. The three stood shoulder to shoulder, bathed in sunlight.
Haruta looked up toward the blazing sun and grinned.
"No matter what… this is a good ending. And the future…"
"Belongs to us!"
...
Land of Rain — The Rain Still Falls
Outside, the drizzle never ceased.
Inside a dim room lined with medical tubes, Nagato stood by the window, gazing out through the curtain of rain.
His Rinnegan eyes were distant and unfocused.
"Nagato… what's wrong?"
Konan's gentle voice cut through the silence, pulling Nagato out of his haze.
She stepped quietly to his side, watching him with concern.
"Ever since you got back from Konoha, your mood's been off. What's bothering you?"
"…Nothing much. Just thinking."
Nagato shook his head, reluctant to speak. But after a moment, he asked:
"Do you think… Haruta really has the 'Body of the Sage'?"
"So that's what's on your mind," Konan said softly, as if understanding everything.
It made sense. To Nagato, the concept of the "Sage's Body" carried great weight.
He had the Sage's Eyes—the Rinnegan—and saw himself as the will of the Sage reincarnated.
But now, a true Body of the Sage had appeared.
And everything Haruta had done thus far fit that title.
She remembered that night. The golden sword that split the heavens and pierced the earth. A single strike that even the Gedo Statue couldn't withstand.
Perhaps… that was the true power of the Sage's Body.
"I think he has. But honestly… whether he is or not, it's not something we need to dwell on."
Konan's voice was calm as she looked at Nagato.
"For us, the 'Body' and the 'Eyes' of the Sage… don't really conflict.
Even if they did, that's more of a concern for the Akatsuki—Obito's Akatsuki.
But don't forget—we've already started cooperating with Haruta. And things are no longer what they used to be."
"I'm more curious to see what kind of world the Body and the Eyes can build… together."
Their alliance had not ended.
In fact, this recent operation had been a cooperative one. And Haruta had shared more than just tactics—he'd planted seeds of philosophy.
Konan wanted this partnership to continue.
She could feel it—Haruta was different.
But… why did he have to act like Jiraiya?
"Cooperation, huh…"
Nagato took a deep breath… and then smiled faintly.
"I'd like that too. Even if things got messy this time—and he did nearly hurt you—I think he just hasn't fully mastered his power yet.
He's grown too fast. Power that vast… isn't easy to control."
"I mean, even my Rinnegan still isn't fully under control. And look at him—he's, what, sixteen? Seventeen?
Barely out of puberty, trying to control a god's power. Can't be easy."
Barely out of puberty… huh?
Konan pressed her lips together, resisting the urge to retort.
Haruta didn't really seem like a kid anymore. Still, she said nothing.
She didn't want to think about that "sincerity" Haruta mentioned earlier either.
"Anyway, enough about that. Haruta has sent words. He wants our cooperation again."
Konan raised her hands and formed seals, setting up a soundproof barrier before continuing.
"He says the Uchiha matter is too explosive.
It'll stir waves in Konoha—and across the shinobi world.
Akatsuki will be pulled into the storm. He wants us to help redirect the attention—by stirring up a different topic."
Konan read his words exactly as Haruta had written them.
At first, the terminology seemed foreign—"media manipulation," "narrative control," "public perception shifts"…
But the more she thought about it, the more sense it made.
Redirecting blame. Creating distractions.
Not glamorous tactics—but often the most effective ones.
"He's a little too good at this, isn't he…"
Konan couldn't help but mutter inwardly.
Of course, she didn't know—everything Haruta had done, he learned.
In the world Haruta came from, any time there was a major public scandal in that nearby peninsula country, a celebrity would coincidentally be caught at a "silver party"… and instantly take over the headlines.
"Is that so?"
Nagato furrowed his brows, but ultimately nodded.
"The Akatsuki does need to cool off a bit. Things did get out of hand this time. So, what's his plan?"
"He gave us some… material. Information on Shimura Danzo."
Konan produced a scroll, her expression tinged with something between awkwardness and disbelief.
"He wants us to release these files under the name of 'Hanzo', and give a much more… detailed account of what Danzo did in the Land of Rain.
Basically, we're to speak from Hanzo's perspective, blame everything on Danzo, and blow it all out of proportion."
"…"
Nagato was stunned for a moment before realization dawned.
So that was it. The plan was to scapegoat Danzo?
Dump all the filth onto him—true or not—and use it to provoke Konoha?
Though… wouldn't this only be effective within Konoha?
"He wants us to 'accidentally leak' it," Konan continued, her voice hesitant. "Let it just so happen to be discovered by an outsider, and then…"
She trailed off, because even she felt embarrassed saying it aloud.
Nagato, however, fully understood.
Framing.
It was all an elaborate smear campaign designed to use external public opinion to crush Konoha from the outside in—shifting both the Leaf's and Akatsuki's burdens onto Danzo's shoulders.
"This little bastard… he's vicious."
Nagato rubbed his temples. He didn't even need to read the scroll—he could already imagine how horrifying its contents were. Probably downright inhumane.
He sometimes wondered: How could the so-called "Body of the Sage" be like this?
Was this what came of Danzo's training?
Or was it because of Danzo's training… that Haruta had become someone far above them?
"…Do it."
In the end, Nagato gave a nod.
He hadn't forgotten how Danzo and Hanzo had conspired to kill Yahiko.
"If we've agreed to cooperate, then let's do it properly.
Let this 'Sage's Body' see just how sincere we can be."
Sincerity.
Konan's face twitched noticeably at that word.
Could he please stop saying "sincerity"…?
....
Konoha – Senju Clan Compound
Inside a quiet room, Haruta lay lazily sprawled across his bed.
He had been preparing this operation for a long time—using Danzo's name to pull strings, sprinkle in just the right amount of half-truths and complete fabrications… and now that Konoha desperately needed a new distraction from the Uchiha Massacre fallout?
Naturally, Haruta would step up to handle it.
After all, he was now the head of the Foundation.
And what better way to shift public focus… than to offer up an old war hawk like Danzo?
"I'm sure Lord Danzo would be more than happy to sacrifice himself for Konoha. For the next generation."
Haruta nodded to himself in solemn mockery.
He turned his attention to the rewards he had just received.
68 free points, and two special bonuses—this haul was pretty damn generous.
One of them was a repeated bonus: [Ninjutsu Doctorate], which he already knew well.
"But what should I use it on this time…"
Despite having this power, Haruta found himself at a bit of a loss. He was already plenty strong.
He'd already mastered the hardest jutsu—Flying Thunder God Technique.
He didn't need Senjutsu anymore either, since his Curse Seal could perfectly replicate its effects.
"Should I try learning True Thousand Hands?"
He thought it over carefully. It seemed like the most logical choice given his current abilities.
Other high-tier jutsu didn't have enough theoretical groundwork for him to use his bonus on. His powers weren't create-from-thin-air level.
And as for improving chakra fusion?
Well, there was only one known Kekkei Tōta in the whole shinobi world—Dust Release.
Even if he had the hand signs and method, without the bloodline, it would be pointless.
This gave Haruta a bit of a headache—but thankfully, he wasn't in a rush to spend the ability just yet.
"…Danzo's ability, [Darkness of the Shinobi World], now that's interesting."
[Darkness of the Shinobi World]
The only known shinobi to integrate both Hashirama's cells and the Sharingan while remaining a "normal" human. Extreme balance creates extreme potential.
Effect: Your Yin Release can be directly merged into a compatible Yang-based ability. Both powers will adapt and synchronize, gaining enhanced fusion experience.
Note: Yin level must match the target ability's level. Both must be upgraded together.
"So that's what it means?"
Haruta rubbed his chin.
This wasn't a bad ability by any means. Merging powers was rarely a disadvantage—if done properly, it enhanced performance without side effects.
In fact, most jutsu lost potency when forced together. But this bonus provided stable integration. Haruta was more than satisfied.
Still, compared to [Ninjutsu Doctorate], this one felt a bit… underwhelming in flair.
Not bad—just less flashy.
"Is this ability telling me to focus more on Yin-Yang Release?"
Haruta muttered, checking his free points again.
Maybe it was time to really invest in those.
His body could definitely handle it—it was just that both his Yin and Yang Release levels were a bit low.
But with some formulae in hand, maybe it was time to start experimenting.
"Let's try integrating Yin into my [Yang Chakra Mode]. If that doesn't work, then maybe my [Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion]."
Even though it wasn't as instantly impactful as a formula-based breakthrough, getting a feel for Yin-Yang integration early could help him prepare for future growth.
After all, [Yin-Yang Chakra Mode] definitely sounded more badass than just [Yang Chakra Mode].
"In the end, Lord Danzo really did give me one hell of a gift…"
Haruta chuckled to himself. Danzo's "generosity" was getting harder and harder to repay.
Still, he couldn't help but think of a certain mustached German from his past life.
When faced with overwhelming debt, that guy's solution was… to get rid of the creditors.
Truly awe-inspiring.
Knock knock knock—
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.
"…Huh? Who is it?"
Haruta sat up, curious—but before he could say "Come in," the door swung open.
In walked Uchiha Hikari—barefoot, calm, and quiet.