I Am Fugaku Uchiha

"What's the matter?" Danzō frowned, curiosity etched across his face.

He was well aware of Uchiha Fugaku's formidable strength, yet he found himself in the dark about recent events.

Orochimaru's smirk widened. "Flying ability!" he declared.

"Flying summon beast?" Torune Aburame exclaimed, shock evident in his voice. The notion that the leader of the Uchiha clan had gained the power of flight added an extra layer of menace to his already formidable skills.

Orochimaru continued his taunting. "You released a swarm of bugs earlier, didn't you? Uchiha Fugaku managed to arrive before they could report back to you. Not too difficult to piece together, is it?"

"What do you mean? It's not a flying summon beast; it's a flying jutsu. And the flight speed is fast?" Torune Aburame's disbelief lingered in the air.

They conversed in secret, their voices hushed, but the enemy had managed to elude Torune Aburame's vigilant bugs and approached with stealth. This indicated one thing: the enemy was airborne.

Uncertain of their numbers, Torune pondered: if they were riding a summoning beast, the ruckus would have been unmistakable. His bugs should have been detected from a considerable distance, ensuring ample time for a warning.

His shock deepened as he observed the charred remains of his burned bugs. The gravity of the situation etched itself on Danzō's face too. The realization struck them simultaneously.

Uchiha Fugaku was growing stronger, and the implications were dire. This posed a significant threat, especially after his recent ultimatum that had left Danzō uneasy.

However, in the current circumstances, he found himself powerless. Whether in a one-on-one confrontation or a group skirmish, he was no match for Uchiha Fugaku.

Desperation set in, leading Danzo to consider the experiments of Orochimaru and the forbidden arts. Was it conceivable to revert to these extreme measures in a bid to shift the balance of power? The question lingered, hanging in the air like an unspoken gamble.

Danzō's mind raced with strategic considerations. He firmly believed that individuals driven by emotions harbored vulnerabilities, a philosophy he had instilled in the Root Ninjas through rigorous training.

Now, as he pondered this aspect, a smirk played on his lips. In the realm of manipulation and power, he saw an opportunity to exploit the emotional weaknesses of others. With a sense of satisfaction, he realized he had his own plans in motion.

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Fugaku's frown deepened as he surveyed the dimly lit room, lost in thought. He picked up a glass from the table, taking a sip of water while the lingering question continued to occupy his mind.

The safety of the orphanage didn't concern him; he was confident that Danzo wouldn't risk provoking him in his current state.

However, unsettling information had reached him through Rasa—the corpse of a clan member had gone missing. Orochimaru's presence in the land of the rivers and Danzo's halt at the border were no mere coincidences.

Suspicion gnawed at him; Orochimaru might have pilfered the corpse. Yet he couldn't ignore the fact that Danzo's arm showed no signs of bandaging. This hinted that the Sharingan eye hadn't been implanted yet.

Was their caution responsible for this delay, or were the experiments still underway, struggling to yield success? The uncertainty lingered, casting a shadow over Fugaku's contemplative moments.

Fugaku found himself without any concrete proof, grappling with a sense of cluelessness.

However, a sense of relief washed over him as he acknowledged Orochimaru's departure from camp. The worry that had lingered could now be put to rest.

"That... this dress... it seems too small," the girl's voice snapped Fugaku out of his thoughts, and he instinctively looked in the direction of the sound. There stood Nano, just out of the bathroom, and Fugaku couldn't help but gulp.

She adorned a white miniskirt, a low-cut nurse uniform in matching white, and completed the look with a pair of glasses. The sultry outfit was a stark departure from Nano's usual modest style.

"No, not small... It's better like that!" Fugaku set aside his ponderings and gazed at her with a hint of eagerness.

The outfit seemed perfect for the occasion, and Fugaku couldn't help but revel in his genius. He contemplated the idea of pairing it with white or black stockings for an even more stunning effect. The thought of ordering the teacher's clothes for the next time crossed his mind.

"What are you laughing at? Do I not look good?" Nano asked, a tinge of embarrassment coloring her tone. "I'll go change it back."

Not wanting her to change clothes, Fugaku pulled her into an embrace, exclaiming, "No, no, it's fine!"

“Is this how you and your wife...?" Nano blushed in embarrassment.

Fugaku grinned and replied, "Hehe, she only wore a short skirt once, and it was just like yours, super short."

"Really? Do you like girls who dress like this?" Nano, still embraced in Fugaku's arms, asked with curiosity.

Fugaku spoke softly, "This looks good, doesn't it? And don't you think it's convenient?"

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A rumor, swiftly gaining momentum throughout the world, spoke of an extraordinary entity in the Uchiha clan—a god of ninjas. He, supposedly capable of flight and wielding the power to manipulate nature's lightning, bore the name Uchiha Fugaku.

The astonishing news raced through the Elemental Nations continent like wildfire, reaching far and wide.

Among the first to catch wind of this revelation, aside from Konoha, were the Iwa Shinobi. They had recently established a camp near the border of the Land of Earth.

Simultaneously, the Kumo Shinobi, strategically planning an assault on Konoha from the Land of Thunder, also learned of the purported god of ninja.

The ninjas from these nations responded to the news with a myriad of emotions. Some were genuinely shocked, others were deeply impressed, a few maintained skepticism, and some were outright scornful and disdainful.

However, irrespective of their individual reactions, the unstoppable tide of the Great Third Ninja War loomed ahead, indifferent to the swirling rumors and the varied sentiments it stirred among the Shinobi.

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