Naruto World
Konoha Village
Within the Sarutobi clan compound.
"Hey—hey! My little ancestor, please!""Why are you still at home?!"
With a startled cry, the butler finally realized that Yashiro, who was supposed to be at the Ninja Academy, was still lounging around the house.
Facing the butler's panicked expression, Yashiro remained completely unfazed, calmly munching on a slice of watermelon in his hand, not the slightest bit hurried.
"Move it, move it. You're way too loud this early in the morning," he snapped."I'll go to school if I feel like it. If I don't feel like it, I won't.""Who's going to stop me, huh?"
Hearing this, the butler could only smile bitterly. He didn't dare say another word.
After all, the young master standing before him truly feared nothing under heaven. His identity alone was enough to terrify anyone.
The grandson of the current Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, and the maternal grandson of Danzo Shimura, the man who commanded Konoha's Root—who in the village would dare say no?
Seeing that it was already close to noon dismissal time, the butler had no choice but to retreat awkwardly, not daring to provoke Yashiro any further.
[Ding! Refused to attend school, treating school rules as nonexistent][Fusion Rate +0.01]
As soon as the butler left, a pleasant chime echoed inside Yashiro's mind.
Still… gaining only 0.01 fusion each time was honestly irritating.
At the end of the day, it was because he was still too young.If he were older, he would've already pulled off something utterly outrageous. Why would he need to painstakingly scrape together fusion points bit by bit like this?
Ten years had already passed since his transmigration.
Back then, he'd been at home, watching ninja war arcs from some random village, and in the blink of an eye, he'd arrived in the Naruto world—only to become the grandson of Hiruzen Sarutobi and the maternal grandson of Danzo Shimura.
After learning his identity, Yashiro could only think one thing:
Wow. These bloodlines are a mess.
Still, that mess of an identity also made him the true crown prince of Konoha Village.
At the very least, within Konoha's borders, he could do whatever the hell he wanted.
The cheat he received upon transmigrating was the Homelander Template. As long as he lived the life of a reckless, spoiled aristocrat, his fusion rate would steadily increase.
[Host: Yashiro Sarutobi][Age: 10][Ninjutsu: None][Taijutsu: None][Genjutsu: None][Bloodline: None][Template: Homelander][Fusion Rate: 20.99%][Unlocked Abilities: Super Defense, Super Strength][Next Template: Superman (Man of Steel)]
Staring at his status panel, Yashiro couldn't help but sigh.
Ten whole years, and he'd only fused about one-fifth of the template.That speed was honestly a little disappointing.
As for things like ninjutsu…
To someone wielding the Homelander template, it was completely unnecessary. At this stage, the ninja world wasn't even that dangerous. And by the time everything truly descended into chaos…
The Superman template would probably be nearly complete.
At that point, who would still care about these messy ninja techniques?
The current timeline was Konoha Year 58—the year the so-called "Twelve Rookie Nine" entered the academy.
Originally, Yashiro had been in the same grade as Hyūga Neji and the others.
But to maximize template progress, he'd never attended the Ninja Academy at all, successfully repeating a year and landing in Naruto Uzumaki's class instead.
Right now was the period when Hiruzen Sarutobi's control over Konoha was at its absolute peak.
The only real variable left in the village was the Uchiha clan.
But even they would be wiped out next year.
"Yeah… it's about time I stirred things up a little."
Just as Yashiro was pondering what kind of trouble to cause, a small, thin figure suddenly charged straight at him.
"Wahahaha! Big brother, prepare to die!""Taste the ultimate move I worked so hard to invent!"
Looking at Konohamaru, who had leapt into the air, mop raised high—
Yashiro's expression instantly darkened.
Before the mop could come crashing down, Yashiro casually threw a punch, smacking Konohamaru squarely on the head.
"Bang!!!"
A dull thud echoed through the room.
Silence followed.
"Waaahhh!! I'm telling Grandpa!"
Clutching his head, now sporting a massive bump, Konohamaru burst into tears and ran straight out the door.
Watching him dash off to complain, Yashiro was left utterly speechless.
Whether now—or back when he'd watched the anime—there was one thing he could never understand.
How was it that the Hokage's own grandson ended up being looked down on and ostracized by the villagers?
Absolutely pathetic.
That thought sparked an idea in Yashiro's mind.
"Butler! Where the hell did you disappear to?!""Call a few people. I'm heading out!"
…
Meanwhile, inside the Hokage's office—
Watching Konohamaru cry his heart out in front of him, Hiruzen Sarutobi felt a headache coming on.
Compared to Konohamaru, Yashiro—who had been unnervingly mature since childhood—was naturally far more valued in Hiruzen's eyes.
More importantly…
He was also the maternal grandson of his old friend.
With all of that combined, Yashiro's importance went without saying.
The only problem was that his personality had been awful since the day he was born.
"All right, all right," Hiruzen sighed. "Ebisu, take Konohamaru back first."
"Yes, Hokage-sama!"
Seeing that Hiruzen was already growing impatient, Ebisu hurriedly ushered Konohamaru out of the office.
The moment they left, a figure emerged from the shadows of the adjoining dark room.
"Hmph. Crying and bawling like that—what kind of conduct is this?""Hiruzen, send him to Root. I'll straighten him out properly."
At Danzo's words, Hiruzen nearly rolled his eyes into the ceiling.
Good grief.
No matter what, Konohamaru was still his own grandson. Sending him to Root? He'd probably die without even knowing how.
"That's enough. The future of the Sarutobi clan will belong to Yashiro anyway," Hiruzen snapped."You don't need to keep reminding me.""And stop setting your sights on Konohamaru."
Hiruzen spoke irritably.
Seeing that he'd already applied enough pressure for the day, Danzo said nothing more and turned to leave.
Although the Shimura clan was thriving, Danzo's direct bloodline ended with Yashiro.
As his only grandson, Danzo naturally attached extraordinary importance to him.
After Danzo departed, Hiruzen's gaze drifted toward the crystal ball beside his desk.
Soon—
Yashiro's figure appeared within it.
Watching the scene reflected inside the crystal ball, Hiruzen froze.
"…Hm?"