"Hello, this is information about Iwagakure."
Satoru handed a scroll to the white-haired man in front of him.
"Understood."
Kakashi didn't say much; he took the intel and left.
Not a single wasted word.
"Well, well, he is aloof, isn't he? It seems my Big Brother Obito and Sister Rin haven't managed to soften him up yet!"
Satoru shook his head as he watched him leave.
This time, delivering the intel was a mission given to him by Inoichi Yamanaka.
Nothing else, it was just because he had completed his memory reading tasks so well, so well that Inoichi Yamanaka felt that having him read any more memories would cause him to suffer from memory confusion.
But during wartime, aside from necessary rest, manpower couldn't be wasted.
So he was sent out to deliver the intelligence read by the Analysis Team to this disciple of the Yellow Flash.
At this time, Kakashi was already a Jonin.
It was also for this reason that he could independently carry out missions during the war.
"The communication between the front lines and the Analysis Team is becoming more frequent.
It seems the Kannabi Bridge battle is about to begin."
Satoru analysed based on the information he received.
Just as he expected.
Half a month later, news came from the front lines that the surprise attack unit, led by the Yellow Flash, had successfully cut off Iwagakure's supply line at Kannabi Bridge.
All of a sudden, the reputation of the Yellow Flash became even more prominent.
At the same time, Konoha also began its counterattack, pushing back Iwagakure's troops.
Even Ninja from the Analysis Team like Satoru were pulled onto the battlefield, relying on their excellent perception to track down enemies.
This was all too quickly to resolve the trouble with Iwagakure and deal with other Ninja Villages.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Ah, ah, ah~~~
"Pain."
Satoru formed hand seals and cast a Ninjutsu; a Chunin squad opposite him twisted their faces and let out painful wails.
Seishimon also seized the opportunity to pierce their chests with a Kunai.
The bodies fell from the tree trunks.
"Haha, Satoru, your Genjutsu is becoming more and more abnormal!"
Seishimon looked at his Ninjutsu with lingering fear.
"Don't waste time, another squad is coming from the three o'clock direction."
Satoru said.
Wartime was not a time for casual conversation.
"Okay."
Whoosh, whoosh!
Even though he only experienced a brief aftershock of the main battle, Satoru was physically and mentally exhausted.
These ninjas were merely small fries after a major battle.
But they kept him highly vigilant and utterly fatigued.
Damn it, why does the Analysis Team have to go personally? I'm like a brick, moved wherever needed.
...
The battle was just a small interlude for Satoru.
His main job was still a Ninja of the Analysis Team, a key subordinate in the intelligence department.
So, battles were quite rare; he only encountered enemies during skirmishes.
"Satoru, what a genius Ninja.
At such a young age, his memory reading and even combat skills are already superb!"
Dokuro was reporting to Inoichi Yamanaka.
Through their interactions over the past three months, Satoru had entered their radar.
Inoichi Yamanaka pondered for a moment, then smiled, "This is the will of the Third Hokage; where Konoha's leaves dance, fire will burn eternally.
I have already applied to the higher-ups; Satoru has been exceptionally outstanding these past few months, and I believe he can already be promoted to Chunin."
"Yes." Dokuro was also happy for his subordinate.
...
"What, I've been promoted to Chunin?"
A surprising piece of news reached Satoru's ears.
Dokuro: "That's right, your performance has been excellent. Hokage-sama, the Third Hokage, exceptionally promoted you to Chunin."
Is it that easy? Satoru thought.
"By the way, the battle with Iwagakure is over. We'll be heading back to the village in a few days."
Dokuro said finally.
"Ah~ I can finally go back to the village. Those damned memories,
They've been tormenting me."
Satoru let out a heavy sigh of relief.
His talent was indeed good, but after all, it was reading other people's memories, which was not something an ordinary person could do.
A Ninja truly needs to be able to endure.
Unlike in the anime, every job of a Ninja is not easy.
Like their Analysis Team, when they had enemy brains, they had to read memories; in their spare time... there was no spare time during wartime.
They needed to help with patrols.
At this moment, he truly envied transmigrators with systems; why did they not only have systems but also transmigrate to a time of peace?
According to his calculations, there were still about six months to a year until the war ended.
Presumably, Minato had already gotten Kushina pregnant by this time.
Uchiha Obito, at this time, should also be gradually becoming a boss under the tutelage of Madara.
...
Crack!
On the dusty road.
Carriages passed by one after another, surrounded by ninjas wearing Konoha headbands.
From time to time, Ninja patrolled nearby.
"Thanks to the Yellow Flash, we were able to resolve Iwagakure's trouble so quickly!"
"Indeed, and also the members of his squad, the son of the White Fang, Kakashi,
I heard he's already a Jonin, and he's even developed his own unique Ninjutsu!"
"It's a pity, I heard one of his teammates sacrificed himself."
"Alas, there's nothing that can be done; there's no war without casualties.
My teammates have changed several times already."
Satoru walked with the team, hearing many ninjas chatting.
As expected, he died.
Kakashi must have already installed his Sharingan by now.
It's truly enviable, getting a Bloodline Limit for free.
Of course, he had no thoughts of grafting someone else's Bloodline Limit onto himself.
He munched on dry rations while thinking.
If there were a ready-made Sharingan in front of him, what would he do?
Most likely, he would hand it over and exchange it for a few Genjutsu created by the Second Hokage to study.
Since Senju Tobirama could create Genjutsu that shielded against the Sharingan, how could Satoru be inferior to others?
A Bloodline Limit like that was simply a collection of troubles.
Since he knew the general plot, it was better to stay cooped up in the Analysis Team, waiting for the protagonists to grow up and let them resolve things.
According to the original plot, Satoru, Seishimon, and their captain Dokuro, all lived until the grand finale.
Grand finale...
No, it seems the command post was bombed by the Ten-Tails' Tailed Beast Ball later...
Satoru instantly became nervous.
He still needed to work hard to grow, striving to prevent the Ten-Tails' Tailed Beast Ball from attacking the command post in the final battle against it.
"Captain Satoru, what are you thinking about?"
Seishimon patted his shoulder, teasing him.
Satoru: "Please call me Satoru, or just Satoru, not Captain, thank you."
"Why? I think it sounds quite natural," Seishimon said.
Satoru's face darkened. For no other reason, being called that gave him a sense of shame.
It reminded him of that chuunibyo robot.
Ever since he learned of his promotion to Chunin, Seishimon had been calling him that, and it was truly annoying.
"Pay attention to patrolling, don't get distracted."
"What's there to worry about? The battle with Iwagakure is over, and it should be almost done on Orochimaru-sama's side too," Seishimon said.