Chapter 13: Eyes and Lies

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Hiruzen POV – 2 weeks after waking up

I sighed as I once again found myself sitting behind this god damn desk. The desk that haunts my dreams. The desk I hope to one day burn to the ground and dance on the ashes. Today, however, would not be that day. I smiled to myself as I carefully went over the list before me. The list I had put together while lying in that hospital bed. The list that listed each and every possible candidate to finally relieve me of this god damn hat. Over the last few weeks my mind would always wander back to this list. A new pro for a certain candidate. A new con for another one. The ever-expanding list would be my deciding factor when I finally made my decision.

There were obviously the two front runners to take the hat. My two remaining students. Each with their own unique personality. Each would bring a certain character to the position. The same debate raged through my head when thinking about which of my students would suit the seat the best. They were both strong choices. They were both not without their flaws either. The only thing I could say for certain, is that every single person on this list embodied the 'Will of Fire' stronger than anyone I knew. My name drifted to the last person on my list. The wildcard. Every day I decided to erase this person from the list, yet every day they remained. He was a strong shinobi. His strength only increasing over the years. He was loyal and loved his village, but would his age and mentality be ready for the task of running the entire village? So many questions, however they would stew for another day. A knock at my door interrupting my musings. I took a deep breath, knowing the conversation I was about to have could go 10 different directions. One more breathe.

"Enter" I called out in a strong voice. Tsunade, the name still bringing a smile to my face. Seeing her upon waking was the best gift I could have ever been given. Jiraiya and Naruto did a good job while I was unconscious. It was good to see her after all these years. The light in her eyes was back, finding a purpose. It shocked me to think that Danzo played a part in even that. His manipulations, just how far did they go? All that being said, Tsunade may be my doctor, I would follow all her guidelines to ensure the best recovery for myself. However, if she thought I would give up my pipe, she can go chew a log!

One of my brightest up-and-coming Genin entered at my order. His raven black hair and onyx eyes both painful reminders of one of my many greatest failures. Sasuke marched up to my desk and bowed respectfully.

"You wanted to see my, Lord Third?" The boy asked politely. His mother is smiling down at him now. The picture perfect young man showing how well-mannered his mother taught him. Remembering Mikoto's personality, more like beat the manners into him. I chuckled at the fond memory of the deceased Uchiha Matriarch. Kind and soft spoken, but like her best friend Kushina, could unleash hell on those she deemed deserved it.

"Sasuke, my boy. Please, have a seat. There's some information we uncovered weeks back. I wanted to talk with you sooner, but between the planning for the invasion and then my… incapacitation. Well forgive me but better late than never, yes?" I smiled at the young man.

"Of course, sir." He sat as instructed, eyes catching the slight movement of my ANBU stationed in the corner. Even without the sharingan on, the Uchiha always had sharp eyes. "What did you want to talk about? I mean no disrespect, sir, but is this going to take long? I was on my way to meet Kenta and Idiot for a sparring session. I would just like to send them a message if I'm going to be late or miss our training…" He trailed off at the end, cheeks turning a light shade of pink. Realizing who exactly he was talking to and basically telling 'don't waste my time. I have things to do.' I kept my stern gaze for only a moment more before I smiled warmly at the boy.

"Rabbit!" He was kneeling before I had even finished calling his name. "Please deliver young Sasuke's message to his friends. I'm afraid this may take some time. You'll find them at…" I trailed off, looking at the boy for directions.

"Oh, uh, training ground 23" He mumbled, still embarrassed at his slipup.

I nodded to Rabbit who left after a quick salute. "Problem solved. Now, Sasuke, what I'm about to tell you is an S-Class secret. I will be disclosing everything I'm going to reveal to you today at a future date. Make no mistakes, I will be owning up to every atrocity that befell our village and allies during my time as Hokage. However, what I need to tell you pertains to you, and your clan. It is only fair I tell you everything and allow you time to absorb and digest this information before telling the entire village. I need you to keep as level of a head as you can. Everything will be explained, I promise. However it will take twice as long if you let that temper get the best of you and you jump to conclusions. Chances are I'll answer your question within a sentence or two. I'm not saying to be an emotionless robot, or that you can't feel anger or rage or sadness. I only ask that you withhold questions until I prompt you or until the end. Once I'm finished, I will answer everything I can if I can give you an honest explanation. If I don't know, or the theory I have is flimsy, I will let you know. Can you do this for me, Sasuke? If not, you can go now and mentally prepare for another day." There was his out. Let's see just how much you've grown, young man.

From the moment I mentioned his clan, a sheen of sweat broke out on the boy's face. His eyes bore into mine, seemingly attempting to read my thoughts. I doubt Kenta gave away any clan secret, and his eyes were still Onyx. I was safe for the moment, then. Time to wait and see.

Sasuke seemed to internally debate with himself. I sat patiently; my schedule cleared for the rest of the evening. I had the time. Minutes passed, and the decision had been made.

"I will do my best, Lord Hokage. I have one question though before we begin. Well, a question and a statement, depending on how you perceive it." I motioned for him to continue. "This has to do with that night, doesn't it? There's more to the night that Itachi killed everyone but me then I was told." He stated bluntly, eyes daring me to tell him he was wrong. I smiled sadly and nodded at the sharp minded lad.

"You are correct. What I thought happened 6 years ago was flipped on its head just under 2 months ago. Knowing this, can you still adhere to my request?" I asked him seriously.

"Yes, Lord Third. I have to know. Over the last few months, I've done a lot of thinking. The one thing that keeps playing in my mind. A memory I barely recall. Moments before I passed out, Itachi was crying. I keep asking myself, why was he crying? The deranged serial killer who murdered everyone to test his strength… If that were true, he wouldn't cry. He wouldn't have any guilt or remorse. Please, Lord Third. Tell me everything. I will walk away spitting blood from biting my tongue and cheeks if I have to. I have to know though." The boy sounding desperate by the end. I searched his features one last time, assessing his temperament. I think he is ready. I slid the mission report that Itachi was given.

"Read this first and foremost." I commanded, voice flat and emotionless. He took the report, eyes scanning the document. With every word his eyes grew wider and wider. When he got to the end, his 'Sharingan' activated and he read the entire document once more. Searing each and every word into his memory. He closed his eyes and looked down. I held my breath, waiting for the explosion. What happened next shocked me to my core. Sasuke looked up and made eye contact. His onyx eyes swimming with too many emotions to even begin to guess what he was feeling.

"You? Why?" Was that he could manage to get out before the tears fell. My heart broke, but until the facts were on the table, I couldn't show any emotion. I saw Weasel twitch out of the corner of my eye. I pinned him with a glare. His fist clenched in either anger or worry, but he resisted the urge to move.

"To get to the answer on why I ordered the execution of your clan, I must start many years ago. Back to the time when my Master was Hokage, Lord Second." And so I told the teary eyed survivor about Tobirama's prejudice to the Uchiha. How he pushed them to the outshirts due to his paranoia. How to pacify the clan, he palced them in charge of village security by establishing the military police. How Madara was able to enslave the Kyubi with his illusions. How Mito was the one to save the village from Kyubi's wrath after Hashirama defeated the boy's ancestor and broke the illusion. How all of this information from the past tied into the answer for his question.

"When the Kyubi appeared in the village 13 years ago, it set off a chain reaction. Once the dead were buried, the missing found, the rebuild started, the whispers began. The tales of Madara, who's 'Sharingan' was able to bend the Kyubi to his will. The whispers soon became louder, the whispers were loud enough to reach the ears of your clan. Your clan planned this, they said. Your clan controlled the Kyubi in an attempt at taking the village over." I paused and took a sip of tea. I let the information sink in. I watched the gears turn in the young man's head. The pieces starting to fall into place. He looked up at me, questions in his eyes. I motioned for him to ask.

"So you murdered them due to rumors and gossip?" He asked, the heat in his voice was there, but not as hot as I expected.

I shook my head. "No young man, I did not. I did my best over the next 5 years to ease tensions between your clan and the village. My efforts were working, people started to remember the loyal clan of Konoha. The clan that kept the village peaceful. A village where a woman could walk down the street without fearing for her safety. We were almost back to normal, and that's when these pictures were leaked, and the rumors now became accusations." I handed the pictures to the young man.

Sasuke's eyes widened in disbelief. The pictures showed the Kyubi, towering over the village. In each of his eyes, eyes filled with malice and rage, a 'Sharingan' eye could clearly be seen. The pictures fell from the boy's hands. The grinding of the gears in his head slamming to a halt. He looked up at me, and I nearly gasped. There was another time when a young genius had looked at me with those same eyes. Eyes that just screamed "Make it all better." I shook myself out of my memories.

"Now what do you say, Sasuke? These pictures have been tested time and again by experts across the nation. They are genuine." I steepled my fingers, waiting on his reply.

"They did orchestrate the attack then? But why? What reason did they have? Did they really want to take over the village? Was it revenge for Madara?" His brain rebooting, the questions coming out in rapid fire. I smiled widely.

"I am glad that you're thinking rationally and not letting your pride for your clan cloud your judgement. Let me ease some of the burden on your mind. No, no one in your clan had anything to do with the attack that night. I can say that with absolute certainty. The second those photos were released; I spent the next week in conference with your father. He revealed your clans deepest secrets with me. He told me that only an evolved 'Sharingan,' The 'Mangekyou Sharingan,' had any hope of enslaving one of the nine tailed beasts. He showed me the extensive records he kept of anyone who had the misfortune of unlocking those cursed eyes." I paused, seeing Sasuke did not like my choice of wording. "You have something to say, young one? I can see it."

He nodded, teeth grinding together slightly. "I mean no disrespect, Lord Third, but hearing you call my clan's eyes cursed is rubbing me the wrong way." He said in a strained voice. He may be able to look past his pride when presented with facts, but he still had enough to be offended if his clan's prized eyes were insulted.

"Ah, forgive me, my boy. I meant no disrespect. I had assumed you knew how the 'Mangekyou Sharingan' was unlocked?" I asked, genuinely curious.

He shook his head. "The only thing Itachi told me was where to find the tablet with instructions on how to unlock the same eyes as him. To be honest, I had completely forgotten about that until just now." He replied, calming down after finding out I wasn't intentionally insulting him.

"Your father spoke of that tablet. He said that its instructions were that to obtain ultimate power and the ultimate eye, you had to murder the person you cared for most in this world." I pinned him with a glare. Sasuke gulped and beads of sweat began falling down his face. The pale boy was even paler. I nodded, satisfied that my point had been made. "However, your father told me that only your ancestor, Madara Uchiha, was the only one in recorded history to obtain the eyes this way. The few others in your clan that also obtained the upgraded eyes did so my witnessing the person they care for the most being killed. A handful of your clansmen unlocked those eyes during the third shinobi war. Watching their best friend, lover, comrade… seeing the light leave their eyes triggered the evolution of their own eyes. The grief forces a change, leaving them with a reminder of the one they lost. This is why I referred to those eyes as cursed eyes."

Sasuke nodded at my explanation. "I see. I'm sorry for my outburst… Your wisdom is once again proven beyond a doubt. You asked me not to jump to conclusions, and that's exactly what I did." He bowed his head in apology. I acknowledged his apology and we continued.

"Now then, as I was saying, your father told me that only the 'Mangekyou Sharingan' is capable of enslaving one of the beasts. However, just like the strength of the normal 'Sharingan,' the 'Mangekyou Sharingan' was no different. Not every 'Mangekyou' is created equal, and only the strongest of the strong can use those eyes to enslave the beasts, much less the strongest of the nine. Your father showed me his records. Of the four in your clan that had unlocked those eyes at the time, NONE were even close enough in strength to bend Kyubi to their will. One had lost the light from his eyes completely from overusing his eyes. Another was nearly blind and 80 years old. The final two were unfortunate Genin who didn't even have the chakra yet to activate them at will. One of them being your cousin."

Sasuke looked shocked at that. "Shisui? He had those eyes? How?"

"He was young, but strong. He was a veteran of the third war. Though he graduated and only participated during the years that we were slowly deescalating, he still watched both of his Genin teammates killed before his very eyes. He came home covered in blood, and eyes he would curse until his last breath. Remember this information though Sasuke, this is a key to understand what exactly transpired that led to your clans' unfortunate demise." I said seriously. The boy simply nodded. Either too many questions were running through his brain, or everything was clicking into place and he was awaiting more information.

"Over the next year, your father and I worked tirelessly to rebuild the trust between your clan and the village. We also began to compile a list of all the Uchiha that were unaccounted for since Madara's time until present. I do not have all the details, but someone purposefully released the Kyubi from his previous host and set him loose on Konoha. We know it was no Uchiha from the village, however, it WAS an Uchiha, those pictures do not lie. It also could not be someone like Kakashi with an artificially implanted eye. Though we knew that an implanted eye could use the abilities of the 'Mangekyou Sharingan,' a non-Uchiha using those eyes to control a tailed beast would be impossible. The strain on the user's brain would be too great. It would either destroy the eye completely, or kill the person trying to use it. The race was on to find answers."

"We spent the next year searching high and low, but we still kept coming up empty. Eventually your father's appointments with me began to become less frequent, eventually stopping altogether. He had decided to clear his clan's name on his own. The ostracization from the village was becoming too great even for your father. That's when the real unpleasant rumors started."

I studied the boy, searching his face for any clue to get an idea of where his head was. He stared past me, eyes unfocused, attempting to absorb everything he'd learned so far. I cleared my throat, snapping him back to reality. "Do you have any questions before I continue?"

"Just one, Lord Third. You and my father had all this information, why would no one listen to you?" He asked, not mad or sad, just completely neutral.

I sighed. "I think you know the answer to that question already, Sasuke. The kindest, most pure hearted person can become a monster if the circumstances are pitted against them. Look at Young Naruto's treatment by the village. A decision made within an hour of his birth has left him the village pariah. When people lose someone to tragedy, they will look any direction to focus their grief on."

Sasuke's face dropped at that. "I see. Naruto was the Kyubi in human form and my clan was the scapegoat."

I nodded sadly. "You're seeing the bigger picture. As I said, it was a chain reaction from that night onward. Is that the only question you have?"

He nodded and focused his attention back on me. I continued.

"Your brother, Sasuke, I am sure would be called a traitor by your clan. Depending on where their loyalties lie, some may think they would be right. Tell me, Sasuke. What comes first? Loyalty to your clan? Or loyalty to your village?" I sat back, waiting on his answer.

"I… would say it depends, really." The boy said slowly.

I arched an eyebrow at that interesting response. "Explain, please."

He nodded. "You, Lord Third, or whoever has the title of Hokage at the time, is the supreme leader of this village. Whether Shinobi or Civilian, your decisions impact the entire population. Now, I say it depends because your focus is mainly on the shinobi and defense of the village. You have an elected council to help ease the burden of dealing with day to day civilian affairs. Another program started by the second if I'm not mistaken." I nodded in affirmation at the young Uchiha. Lord Second was many things. Charismatic and prone to dealing with day to day operations for non-shinobi, he was not. "For those that put on their forehead protector and swear their loyalty to the village, and you, then village comes first. However, just because you're part of a clan doesn't mean you end up being a shinobi. For those I would see them as saying that clan comes first." He finished his thoughts with a nod.

I sat back and chewed on the stem of my pipe. I absentmindedly lit the tobacco inside and took a long drag. That was a well thought out argument. I could see the mindset. I really didn't have much interaction with my civilian population aside from my strolls through the village and occasional speech to the villagers. I sat back up and made eye contact with the boy who had been watching me with a curious look.

"A well-reasoned and logical reply, young Sasuke. I would agree with you, to be quite honest. However, it is wrong. Every single citizen in this village has sworn fealty to whomever holds this seat." Sasuke opened his mouth but I held up a hand, forestalling him. "When the leaf village was founded, every person that migrated to the village and became a citizen took an oath of fealty for whomever holds the title of Hokage. Their descendants, whether they know it or not, are bound by the very same oath their ancestors made to whichever man sat in this chair when they became a citizen of Konohagakure. Even the notion that I have to listen to what the Feudal Lord tells me to is laughable. I do out of respect, and also because their finances help run the village. In a sense, I do answer to his Lordship. But if I, or any of my successors decided to, they could march on the fire capital and take it with hardly any resistance. Their finances fund our village and help with training our army. Our army is the real deterrent to invaders and keeps those fat nobles sleeping peacefully in the capital. The balance of power is a fine thing between Hidden Village and Capital. Remember that. But in regard to those who call Konoha their home, it is ALWAYS village." I met his wide-eyed gaze with steel. "If you don't believe me, ask your friend Haku. He had to swear his fealty to the person who holds the Kage title. He swore for himself, and any offspring he has. Many forget that oath or were never even informed of it. THAT, is the true demise of your clan."

I let that information sink in as well. I had to admit, the boy was doing remarkably well. I had expected at least three blowups by now. He opened his mouth. "I know you're going to get to it next, but I need to know, why did you bring that up and Itachi?" He licked his lip, the nervous tick showing me his entire hand.

"I brought it up, my boy, to drive home this very point. Your brother was, is, and forever will be THE most loyal shinobi to have ever been raised in this village. Bar none." I barked out. "When it came down to it, your brother betrayed everyone he knew and loved. He brought to my attention the whispers of the coup your elders and father had been secretly planning." I threw down the folder of all the mission reports and recorded meetings Itachi had collected for me. I barreled on though. "He volunteered along with your cousin, the second most loyal shinobi I've ever had the pleasure of commanding, to spy on your family. Acting as my double agents. Your father thought that your brother's promotion to ANBU was his way into my inner workings. Instead, he was spoon fed false information while I learned of every move they made. I worked tirelessly with a 12-year-old and 16-year-old to try and prevent disaster. A coup staged in the middle of Konoha would be the end for us! Civil war would have broken out, many men and women would have died. We still weren't recovered from the Kyubi disaster. Our enemies would have swooped in like vultures, taking advantage of our weakness. They would have most likely won, too."

"Plan after plan, talk after talk. Nothing was working. Your clan was cementing their plans while ours crumbled around us. We had one final gambit. Shisui had an ability you see, granted to him by the cursed eyes he received watching his best friend die. 'Distinguished Heavenly Gods' is possibly the most dangerous technique in our world. On paper, it doesn't seem all that bad. The user can implant a false memory into the mind of their opponent. Doesn't sound so bad? It's the very reason your brother killed your entire clan!"

Sasuke's eyes were torn from the pages he had been memorizing line after line. His crimson orbs met mine. Shock and disbelief turned the boy's features to a visage of utter denial. I continued on. He must know.

"A week before the scheduled coup, Shisui came to me in tears. He would use his ability on everyone involved in the scheduled coup. Using his ability on that magnitude would surely cost him all the light in his eye. He would be blind, and that technique would be used to control the minds of every person he cared for. He was willing to lose his eye. He was willing to deceive everyone he knew. He was willing to sacrifice everything he stood for, as long as the coup was stopped. I agreed. He thanked me on hands and knees. He would report to me the following evening, after the next meeting where the plans were being finalized. I went to bed that evening, uneasy for what I was asking such a young man to do, but pleased I had shinobi who would do anything for their village."

"I woke the next morning to the news that Shisui Uchiha had committed suicide. His body was found floating down a river. The eyes in his skull had been removed with surgical precision. I lost all hope, knowing I was down to my last move. I called Itachi to my office, and I handed him my mission report. It was to be his final mission. He would commit the deed, become a missing ninja, and continue to serve Konoha from the shadows. Every single thing I asked of your brother. Your brother who was younger than you at the time than you are right now, he did without question. I could feel the sorrow rolling off him in waves. I watched the light leave his eyes as he went to commit an act most atrocious. I sat in my office, hating myself for what I had just ordered. I waited there until I got the report. The Uchiha clan was gone, Sasuke Uchiha was the only survivor." I finished, eyes never softening for the scared boy sitting across from me. We sat there for almost 10 minutes before Sasuke could finally speak up.

"Itachi… He. He told me it was to test himself. I know now why he was crying. His heart was shattering into a million pieces as he carried out your orders. I get it now." The boy's voice was barely above a whisper. "I want to be mad at you. I want to hate you. I want to see your body hit the ground, lifeless eyes staring into nothing just like all my clan members. I want all that, but I can't. The evidence, it's all right here. You tried time and again, my clan's stubborn pride was their downfall. I only have one question Lord Third, did ALL of them have to die? The civilians? The young genin and chunin that had no knowledge of the coup. The BABIES!" Finally the control broke, he jumped to feet, eyes blazing red. "DID YOU HAVE TO ORDER THE DEATH OF INFANTS?! I CAN UNDERSTAND THE ADULTS, EVEN THE YOUNG SHINOBI! REVENGE IS ALL CONSUMING, I KNOW THAT FIRST HAND! BUT BABIES?! WHAT KIND OF MONSTER ARE YOU?!" His chest was heaving now in uncontrolled rage. His eyes spun rapidly in their hypnotic dance, the desire for the truth had activated one of the 'Sharingan's' abilities. I did not take it as an attack. It was finally time to let the steel rust and crumble.

"No, they did not. Not everyone had to die. I didn't order everyone to be killed. I was led to believe from the night of the massacre until just 6 weeks ago, that the stress on your brother's young mind caused him to actually snap, butchering anyone with Uchiha blood." I stated sadly.

Sasuke's furious gaze widened. "What do you mean you didn't order it? You showed me the mission report! I read it with my eyes activated. I can recite it word for word, I-"I cut the boy off by handing him another scroll.

"That. That is the mission report I drew up. That is the mission report your brother was supposed to follow. Read that, then think back to everything I have said up until this point." I told the boy seriously.

Sasuke nodded dumbly and took the offered scroll. He didn't bother with a read through without his eyes this time. Sharingan eyes quickly scanned the document. His eyes weeping tears of heartbreak when they got to the end.

"I-but then, why? I don't? What?" The boy was trying to comprehend everything. The mission report that he clutched in his hand was for the assassination of 67 traitors to Konoha. Charged with planning treasonous acts against a sitting Hokage. Another 11 names were ordered to be captured alive for questioning. 11 names of those who weren't fully committed. 11 names that were torn between clan and village.

"Think back, to everything I said. Remember especially the points I told you to put to the back of your mind for later." I said gently to the lost boy in front of me.

Sasuke nodded absentmindedly. He closed his eyes, gathering his thoughts. I took out my pipe again and began to puff on it, planning my next 10 moves depending on Sasuke's final answer. After waiting another 20 minutes, Sasuke's eyes slowly opened, his gaze rising to meet mine. Eyes wide, only two words escaped his lips.

"False Memories" He said in absolute horror. I nodded gravely at the boy. I threw one last folder at him. Every scrap of evidence we had on Danzo's tampering spelled out in black and white. Sasuke's blood red eyes began to read. Page after page. With every page, his look of horror turned into a look of pure loathing and hatred. The bloodlust pouring of the young man was honestly quite impressive. Nothing that would make me or any Jonin break a sweat, but against a Genin and most Chunin? Oh yeah. He finished all the notes and reports within 5 minutes. Those kaleidoscope eyes memorizing and storing every single word he read.

"Everything that bastard touches becomes poisoned and corrupted. How?! How does he get away with this?!" The young man bellowed to no one in particular. His gaze met mine. "You! How do you? No, you were the one being manipulated the most. How did Itachi? I just don't understand how he was able to do all this shit for years and no one stopped him!" Sasuke continued to rant and rave. I watched the boy pace and yell but did nothing to stop him. What could have been fives minutes, or even an hour, Sasuke abruptly sat down and stared at me. Eyes still full of anger, though much calmer than before his rant.

"I understand your anger, frustration, hatred. I feel all of those things. Danzo is a cancer I let fester without checking on. As I said before, I have many sins that I must bare. The lives of your fallen clan members haunts me every night. I know nothing I say can make amends, I just only ask that you place your faith in me one last time." I said in a low voice.

Sasuke scoffed. "With all due respect, Lord Third. The pity act doesn't work for a man of your stature. You have the toughest job in the world and hold the lives of thousands in your hands daily. How do you make such a tough choice? I couldn't do it. I thought about giving that moron a run for the position. No way in hell do I ever want that hat. Lord Jiraiya has the right of it." He got serious once more. "You may blame yourself all you like. It doesn't take away the blame from all the parties involved. Danzo is the biggest culprit, but my clan handed him the ammo that dug their own grave. Too many fingers trying to share the blame. Fact is, no one is right or wrong, and everyone is right and wrong. I thank you for telling me the truth. I heard too many things I never wanted to hear. I have even more to ponder and think about. At least now, I can ponder with all the facts."

I smiled brightly at the boy, proud of his maturity. "I thank you for the backhanded compliments, Young Sasuke." I said with a smirk which caused the young man to flush. "Your maturity does you great credit, young man. You have made me a proud leader, and forgive me if I overstep my boundaries, but I would say that your clan would be proud of you as well."

Sasuke smiled sadly. "Thank you, Lord Third. I don't know if they would be. I hope so. At least my mother and Shisui, I don't know how I feel about my father. I have only one more question, sir." He looked at me nervously.

"Are you going to ask me if I will be recalling your brother now knowing what we do?" I asked slyly.

He nodded. "I… have so much I want to say to him. I've spent the last years hating a monster. Come to find out that monster was actually an angel. I need see him, to tell him I understand. That I don't blame him and that he is the most selfless person I've ever met. The big brother I grew up loving and wanting to be is still my hero and role model. His strength has nothing to do with his ability to take down an opponent. I just, want to hug him again. Knowing my brother isn't the traitor I thought he was, but a hero? It takes some of the pain away." The boy smiled sadly at the ground, not noticing my own smile. Nor did he miss the twitch of a clearly impatient doting older brother. I couldn't hold out any longer.

"Sasuke. You already said everything right to him. Weasel! You may remove that… mask." I trailed off at the end, Itachi having thrown off his mask and crushing his little brother in hug. Sasuke stared wide-eyed at his elder brother before his own metaphorical mask finally shattered. He began to sob uncontrollably. I watched for a few moments before making a small gesture that Itachi didn't miss. The two brothers, reunited at last, were gone from my office with a gust of wind.

I sat back and smiled. I puffed on my pipe, alone with my thoughts. My mistakes were many, my sins were a mountain. The endless hills of corpses I was responsible for during my lifetime haunted me every night. However, the small moments like this reminded me why I do what I do. Though long overdue and what should have never been necessary, the two brothers were finally reunited.

*************************Itachi Doting Brother is Hubby Material****************************

A week had gone by since my talk with Sasuke. I left the brothers be for now, allowing them time to catch up and spend time together. I now had a decision to make. The Feudal Lord was leaving in the morning and I had to have his approval for my appointment of the next Hokage. Our village laws dictate that His Lordship as well as 70% of active Jonin had to approve of my appointment to make it official. The last week had been a restless one for me. So many choices, but I had it narrowed down to four individuals. I stared at my list once again, doubt playing in my mind. Lady Korinna's advice drifted through my head.

'Your heart and your mind aren't in sync. You listen to one and ignore the other. Lead your people with both, and you will realize the decisions you arrive at will be the best for you and your people.'

I nodded and smiled to myself, mind made up. Regardless of the outcome, this was the decision both my heart and mind reached a mutual decision for.

I drew up the proposal, my heart lighter than it had felt since Minato's approval.

************************************5th Hokage****************************************

"Hmmmmm, so this is who you believe will be the best person for the job? Awful young, aren't they?" His Lordship questioned, looking over my proposal.

"He is young only in physical years. His heart, mind, and soul are all those belonging to a man much older." I replied amicably.

"Hmmmm. Well, you have my approval!" He said with delight, his wax seal and signature joining my own. "I said the same thing about Minato, and look how that turned out. A reign that while short, was prosperous. I still dream of what Konoha would be had he not lost his life that tragic evening."

I smiled at my counterpart. Conversation was kept light and polite for the next hour. The easy part was done. Manipulating this frivolous fool was child's play. My men and women would be the real challenge to convince.

**********************************Pick the Fifth****************************************

Just as I thought, at my announcement for my choice the room erupted into chaos. I sighed for what seemed like the 100th time. We seemed to be at an even split. I let the chaos ensue. I would let them decide for themselves. I want my men and women to follow a person they made on their own choice, not by me convincing them. This would be up to them.

An hour had gone by, the votes had swayed slightly.

Two hours, the gap for yay and nay was widening.

Five hours passed, I was pondering what I would have for dinner when I was startled out of my musings by a tap on my shoulder. Shikaku Nara was in kneeling before me.

"Lord Third, as the appointed Jonin commander, I have come to tell you that we have reached the majority decision required by village law to accept or deny your proposition for the fifth hokage." His even voice relayed concisely.

"Oh? And what have you all decided?" I asked, a hint of amusement in my voice. I knew their answer. After getting over the shock in the first hour, the next four were spent discussing the pros and cons of my selection. I heard many of my own thoughts echoed throughout the discussion.

"With an overwhelming majority of 87% to 13%, we the Jonin of Konohagakure… Accept your nomination for your successor." His smirk mirroring my own.

Oh sweet retirement, here I come.

*********************************Who is it?!*******************************************

Kenta POV – A week after Jonin agreed to selection

I stood in the crowd of excited citizens. Both Shinobi and Civilian alike. Kono chatted away excitedly from atop my shoulders. Mom and Dad were discussing the events with friends of theirs that had found them in the crowds. Naruto and Ami were next to me, Ami's parents had joined us as well. Today was an exciting day. Lord Third would be addressing the crowd with a speech he prepared, as well as his announcement of his successor. There was a small betting pool between all of the Genin. My money was on Lady Tsunade. Lord Jiraiya and Naruto brought her back to the village for crying out loud!

An excited hushed whispering began to ripple through the crowd. I tapped Kono's leg in excitement and looked up at her smiling face. Almost 8 years old already, she was my pride and joy. Number one in her class, working on clan techniques already. Yeah, to say I was a proud big brother would be putting it mildly. Silence fell over the crowd which quickly turned into a thunderous roar as Lord Third stepped onto the raised platform.

The cheers and applause continued on for several minutes before silence swept the crowd once more. Lord Third's kindly face smiled around and swept the crowd. Almost the entirety of the 100,000 population had gathered for Lord Third's speech and announcement. The anticipation was palpable. The love people have for Lord Third was so great, WE were excited for him to finally retire.

"Ladies and Gentleman, Boys and Girls, Civilian and Shinobi… I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for coming out today to listen to an Old Man's stories and to celebrate the announcement of my successor!" Roars of approval met his announcement.

"For years, I kept many secrets. Some for what I thought was the sake of the village. Other's to protect individuals that I considered high risk. I have been called 'The God of Shinobi,' 'The Professor,' as well as a few unsightly names by enemies and foes alike. The most common being 'Old Man' 'Old Fart' 'Monkey,' and little Tsunade's favorite 'Senile Geezer." The crowd laughed at Lord Third's expense. Kono particularly laughed at 'Monkey.'

"For all my years of life and experience, I still seem to learn new truths and nuggets of wisdom. Some pleasantly welcomed, some heartbreakingly sad. The single piece of advice that I give to all of you listening today, the only thing I hope you will remember for the rest of your time on this Earth, is never stop learning. For with knowledge comes wisdom, with wisdom comes truth. Some truths you may celebrate, others you may curse. Whatever the outcome, always strive to learn and grow and be a better person than you were the day before."

Lord Third then launched into his epic tale. He told the crowd about the fall of Uzushio. How their end was orchestrated by one of our own. He spun the tale of the nine tails attack. How someone plotted the entire attack to cause division and strife amongst Konoha herself, and how they almost succeed. He told of the truth about the Uchiha massacre. How the man thought to be the second biggest traitor to ever hail from our village, was in reality an unsung hero that threw away his own humanity to prevent disaster in our own backyard. Secret after secret, lie after lie, Lord Third confessed to every sin he carried on his shoulders. He finished his tale with possibly the biggest secret of all. Not in the sense of senseless tragedy like Uzu or The Uchiha Clan, but that the ripple of shame and self-loathing was felt by every single soul in attendance.

"Finally, I tell you all my last secret. I tell you this not to upset any of you, or lay the blame at any one person's feet, but as a lesson for the future. Never let grief, sorrow and pain control who you are as a person. Every single one of you is special to me and I would go to war to protect any of you. I think on now my greatest personal shame. For this one had no hidden manipulation or anyone pulling the strings. Lord fourth is regarded as the leaf's greatest hero. He stopped the Kyubi's rampage, giving his own life to do so. His name is uttered with reverence and awe by all who call Konoha her home. While you all worshiped Lord Fourth, you spat on his legacy. You called the little boy chosen an hour after birth to jail the most powerful of beasts a demon. You ostracized him. Cursed him. Beat him."

I stared at Naruto who looked as though he wanted to be anywhere else but here right now. "I say all this, but I promise that I do not blame any single person, nor am I mad or disappointed in any of you. The blame falls solely at my feet. It was my duty to shield that little boy from the pain and hurt of this world. I failed, miserably, in the task that Lord Fourth left to me. I only ask, that from this point forward you all attempt to put your pain and grief behind you to see the loyal, hardworking, kind boy that Naruto is. His existence ensures that Kyubi won't threaten us. As long as he lives and breathes, we are safe. Believe that if you will, but if you have nothing to believe in, believe in Minato. For he was the one who placed the seal on Young Naruto. Your hero personally ensured that we would all be safe while Naruto, his legacy, HIS ONE AND ONLY SON WOULD CONTINUE HIS WORK KEEPING KONOHA SAFE!" Lord Third's voice raised to match the level of the crowd. Shouts of disbelief were quickly overtaken by cries of outrage at such a wild accusation.

Without warning, overwhelmingly bloodlust filled the air. I quickly brought Kono down from my shoulders and hugged the shaking girl. As soon as the sensation appeared, it was gone. Lord Third's look of outrage and anger swept the crowd, sending all those who had gathered cowering.

"If you do not believe me that is your prerogative. I will personally show you the birth certificate and DNA results. However! You will not insult Minato's memory by publicly denouncing his legacy like a bunch of children. Naruto Uzumaki-Namikaze is indeed the blood child of Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki. I swear on my grandson's life, this is the truth."

The whispers and murmuring were much more subdued this time around. Deciding that the crowd of people were sufficiently chastised. His smile returned once more.

"I laid my sins at your feet today so that I leave my post as Hokage with no secrets to take to my grave. I swear to you all, that from this day until the day I join my wife in the pure lands, I will work side by side with Lord Fifth to not only atone for the wrongs committed during my tenure, but to ensure that similar sins aren't committed by Konoha or her people ever again! I will spend my days offering guidance and advice when asked, spoiling and doting on my grandchild, and training a select group of Shinobi to ensure the safety of The Great Tree as we enter times of an uncertain future! I thank you, my children, for the blessings you have given me during my time as your Hokage!"

The crowd cheered and hollered for a beloved leader. He shouldered a mountain of guilt, and his people attempted to ease some of that burden. No one is perfect, but Lord Third was a respected man. The key word there being man, as in human. Humans make mistakes and his people screamed their admiration still.

"Ladies and Gentleman, it is now my pleasure to introduce to you the person selected as your Firth Hokage! This person has both the seal of approval from Our Feudal Lord, as well as an overwhelming approval rating form the Jonin of Konohagakure at a whopping 87%! My approval rating among the Jonin was barely passable at 71% if that tells you anything." The crowd laughed at Lord Third's joke but the anticipation was at heights almost unbearable that the laughter didn't last long.

"I apologize, an old man has to have his fun." Lord Third chuckled once more and made a motioning gesture. An ANBU agent slowly stepped forward and took his place next to Lord Third. They exchanged quiet words and the ANBU agent nodded, hand over his mask, his unveiling at hand.

"Citizens of Konohagakure, please join me in giving our newest Hokage your unwavering support. I now present to you, the Fifth Hokage of Konohagakure… Itachi Uchiha!" Lord Third's clear voice rang across the plaza. His proclamation was met with dead silence. I could only speak for myself, but I knew for a fact my mind had shut down completely.

Until just a few hours ago, this man was an S-Rank wanted criminal. Of course the revelations unearthed the truth, but still, this seemed too sudden. I finally let the logical side of my brain take over, and I just about lost it.

19 years old, younger than even Lord Fourth. S-Rank shinobi at THIRTEEN! MY AGE! ANBU member at 11, ANBU Captain at 12. This kid, I mean Lord Fifth, was in a league of his own. My brain finally shut back on.

"LORD FIFTH! YOU'RE MY IDOL AND I THINK I HAVE A LITTLE MAN CRUSH! I BELIEVE YOU'RE GOING TO BE THE GREATEST HOKAGE EVER! AT LEAST UNTIL NARUTO TAKES THAT HAT FROM YOU!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Laughter rang out at my… unorthodox reception to our newest military leader. I didn't care, the dam broke open. Cheers louder than Lord Third's entrance sent shockwaves through the city. On and on we cheered, I screamed and cheered until my throat felt raw. After what seemed like hours, the crowd quieted enough for Lord Fifth to greet his people.

"Thank you, everyone, for the generous reception. And thank you, Kenta Yamanaka, for the unique greeting." He smiled in our general direction and cleared his throat. "I am not one for long speeches like Lord Third. I offer you only this. For as long as I live, every decision I make will be for the betterment of our village. I will fulfill my duty as your Hokage to the best of my ability. And if the day ever comes, I will gladly lay down my life to ensure Konoha sees the sunrise the next morning. This, I swear to you all." He finished his short and concise speech with a bow towards the audience. As though a single mind, we all knelt down to show our respect to our newest leader.

I smiled to myself, hope igniting in my chest. I would never compare myself to Lord Itachi. He was a once in a century type of talent. However, if he could achieve S-Rank at 13, I knew that I would one day reach the same. Not nearly as fast, obviously, but one day, I would. For the first time, my dream was finally a dream I could actually believe in.

*********************************Lord Fifth Itachi FTW!**********************************

Itachi POV – 2 weeks after Inauguration

I stared impassively at the 8 Genin gathered before me. In front of me lay the reports and analysis of all the competitors from final exam of the Chunin selection exams. At the bottom of each report I had scribbled my own notes after Inoko Yamanaka let me view his memories of each fight. I had to admit, I was most impressed by each and every individual who stood before me.

I cleared my throat and addressed the young men and women before me. "Most of you have already gathered why you were summoned here today. For those of you who are unusually slow on the uptake" I pinned Naruto with an unimpressed look. His indignant squak elicited a peel of laughter from everyone gathered in the room. "I will now go over your results from the Chunin selection exam. You will all leave here either as new Chunin, or with constructive criticism on what you need to improve to be selected in the next exam. I will go alphabetically."

I pulled out my first sheet. "Shino Aburame, please step forward. You showed great promise with your clan techniques and a solid grasp on handling your kikaichū. Your decision making, planning, and adaptability were all commented on in a positive manner. All that being said, aside from a single last resort earth technique, the variety of your techniques is severely lacking. At this time the judges feel that you need to work on your flexibility in your execution and variety in your techniques. You will not be promoted." Shino thanked me and bowed, stepping back into line.

I pulled out my second sheet. "Fú, please step forward. You are not yet a konoha shinobi, but I have begun the process. It should only be a few more weeks. That being said, I still wanted to give you your analysis. Your strength and speed simply wowed the crowd. You have the required strength to be eligible for Chunin. We know that you weren't fighting your opponent at full strength for obvious reasons. Saying that though, you are not quite ready for Chunin. You were on the defensive the entire fight. Always reacting, with incredible reflexes I will add, to your opponent. Never taking the initiative except at the end. You underestimated your opponent though and had your own technique turned against you. We will get you assigned to a good team with a good captain. I see no reason that with some PROPER training, you won't sweep the competition next time." I smiled at the girl who seemed to glow under the praise. Her first 14 years of life were hell, I'd make sure her time in Konoha was the exact opposite.

I pulled out my next sheet. "Neji Hyuga. I honestly do not think I need to tell you why you will not be promoting this cycle?" I asked the Hyuga genius. He shook his head and lowered it in embarrassment. "Good. Emotions in battle are not a bad thing if they're channeled and controlled properly. Control your emotions, do not let them control you." He bowed and fell back into line.

"Ami Kogure, please step forward." The purple haired teen stepped forward, a look of apprehension on her face. "You were… the biggest surprise in the entire competition, if I'm being honest. A first generation shinobi. Grades and reports that said you'd be lucky to make it to Chunin where you would eventually retire as. Imagine my surprise when I watch this fire-breathing demon take down a clan heir. This girl who 8 months prior to the finals was skin and bone and cared only for her looks and clothes. You were at a complete disadvantage. From the way you carry yourself, I can tell you are a close range fighter. It was a mismatch, even coating your skin in toxin, to fight as you normally would. You made a strategy to counter your opponent, executed it flawlessly, and ended up the victor. I wish Orochimaru had waited until the final match to begin his failed invasion. I would have enjoyed seeing you battle your teammate. With everything being said, I feel confident enough to say congratulations, Ami Kogure… Chunin of Konoha." I smiled warmly at the young rising kunoichi.

Ami walked forward and reached out with shaking hands to receive the proferred Chunin vest from Lord Third. She bowed deeply to both men. "Thank you, Lord Fifth. Thank you, Lord Third. I promise I will continue to work hard, get stronger, and continue to climb the ranks. I promise your faith in me was justified." She rejoined the lines. I glanced at Naruto who was red faced and sweating, the strain of keeping his trap shut almost painful for the boy. He was definitely Kushina's son.

"Shikamaru Nara, step forward." The Nara heir did so. Hands in pockets, heavy lidded eyes gazed at me wholly unimpressed with the entire situation. I laughed to myself, this will be fun. "Seriously, Shikamaru? Did you think that poor acting performance hid how flawless your match was? If you didn't want to be promoted, you should have forfeited. Let's not waste time, come get your vest." The lazy new Chunin meandered forward, grumbling under his breath the entire time. He gave half ass bows to Lord Third and me, and mumbled some type of gratitude. He fell back in line and met my gaze. I activated my 'Sharingan' pinning him in place. My eyes missing nothing, I watched the sweat form and roll down his face. "I swear on everything I hold dear, Shikamaru… I will find a way to motivate you. The most dangerous thing in this world is a motivated Nara. You will be my experiment and proof. Do I make myself clear?" The boy audibly gulped and this time gave a proper bow. I deactivated my eyes, smiling cordially at the sweating boy.

"Sasuke Uchiha, step forward." My little brother did so. Confidence and apprehension warred across his features and posture. Sasuke was the one person who knew I was the last person to play favorites, even with my favorite person in the world. "Sasuke, when I viewed your fight with Fú, I had already decided. Your fight with Naruto simply cemented my beliefs. Watching the man you've become and the direction you are heading, it brings me no shortage of pride to be the one to offer you my gratulations on your promotion to Chunin. Well done, Sasuke Uchiha… Chunin of Konohagakure." I smiled warmly at my baby brother. The excited energy rolling off him in waves. He took his vest with all the grace mother beat into him and offered the proper respect before returning. Cocky smirk back on his face. I flashed my 'Sharingan' at my foolish younger brother who quickly realized his mistake. He put on a more suitable expression. Confident and sure, but not full of himself. That was a much better look.

I picked up the second to last sheet. "Naruto Uzumaki, please step forward." Naruto bounded forward and began vibrating in place. His infectious energy and positivity saturating the air. "You absolutely intrique me, Naruto Uzumaki. You are the perfect blend of your parents. I only met them a few times when I was very young, but I remember both of them clear as if it were yesterday. To the world, you're a carefree, loudmouth, who throws around smiles to all those around him. Your eyes speak the opposite. Even when you smile, the cold calculating look never leaves those eyes. The bone deep sorrow is always present. And the icing on the cake is the almost zealous determination you use to fuel all your life's endeavors."

I studied the boy further watching as he began to fidget under my gaze. "Watching your match as an outsider was fascinating. If you took the match at surface value, we saw a loudmouthed, cocky idiot running around the arena haphazardly, throwing out insults and rattling his opponent's cage. If we look at the underneath though, we have an entire different story. You tested not only your opponent's strength while keeping yourself out of harm's way, you were able to deduce that your opponent's superior eyesight couldn't determine fake from real. Your childish taunts tossed your opponent into emotional turmoil which led to poor judgement on his part. You set the trap, laid the bait, and your opponent took it without thought. You were able to metaphorically walk up to your opponent, grab his hand and guide him directly into your trap. It was an absolute masterpiece hidden beneath the façade of an idiot. Your second match was much the same, but at an even higher level. Sasuke was able to keep his cool but you still were able to unwittingly boast your way into a surrender. Naruto Uzumaki, I look forward to seeing how your future shapes up. It is a bright one, indeed. You are a crafty and skilled opponent. One day, people will fear you as much as they once feared your father. Congratulations, Naruto Uzumaki… Chunin of Konohagakure."

I watched as every emotion raced across the boy's face before settling on one. Pure, uninhibited bliss.

"YES! YES! YES! I did it! I did it! Thank you! Thank you so much! I won't let you down Lord Fifth!" He bowed over and over to me, his excitement threatening to overrun the room. He then launched himself at Lord Third and hugged him for all he was worth, tears of happiness falling freely. He pulled himself off my predecessor and wiped the tears away. With another bow he ran back to the line where he was barely able to contain his energy once again. Part of me prays every night that more Uzumaki are out in the world and that we can bring them home. The other part of me dreads that day if it ever comes, if the rest of them are even half as excitable as Naruto.

I cleared my throat and grabbed the last sheet of paper. I studied the final competitor, the biggest enigma of the group. Came in second to my brother by a single point. Considered an absolute prodigy in his clan techniques, mastering the art of complete separation of yin and yang chakra in just a short year. Mastered many of his clan techniques already, including a B-Rank technique. A Yamanaka who looked up to my deceased cousin so much he was attempting to re-create his feared fighting style. A budding master of poisons. Dual element with impeccable control. To top that long resume off, he was in possession of Kumo's feared bloodline, storm release. There were Jonin that didn't even have the diverse skillset that this 13 year old boy had. With so many specializations, logic dictates that he would be a simple jack of all trades. A master of none. At 13, and a Genin less than a year out of the academy, his focus should be on improving just one or two things. Mastering one thing at a time and then moving on, building that skillset over time. This teen before defied all logic. He not only had a full plate, he was absolutely thriving. He would be Jonin within 2 years at this rate, probably less. With so many things to focus and improve on, he should be Genin, low skilled Chunin in all arts he was attempting to master. Instead, this 13 year old boy was high tier Chunin in most of his branches, Low Tier Jonin in a few. It was ridiculous, even I wasn't as potentially deadly as this boy was at 13. I was stronger, yes, but his potential dwarfed mine.

"Kenta Yamanaka, step forward please." I called out. The boy did so, even gaze meeting my own. Not nervous, not confident, nothing. He was in control of himself, not letting his emotions control him. He blinked, not missing the flash of red. There it was, so slight it was hard to miss. The slight tightening of his eyes, and the miniscule crease in his brow landed my lead. Apprehension. Well done though, regardless. He will make a fine Shinobi one day.

"I have a question for you, Kenta. What is your goal? What is your dream?" I asked, steepling my fingers and studying the boy.

He hesitated but a moment before his clear, confident voice rang out. "My clan has been shoehorned into support roles for so long that many have stopped reaching for new heights. I want to be the first S-Rank Shinobi from my clan in over a century. To prove to them that the "paper-pusher" clan has just as much potential as any other noble clan." His voice never wavered, his eyes remained burning with determination. He had complete faith in himself. It was a good answer, but not what I wanted.

"Sounds lovely. Then what? Where do you go from S-Rank?" I asked the boy.

That seemed to finally catch him off guard. It seems either no one had asked this question before, or he didn't think that far ahead. "While Kenta searches for his answer, I want you all to take my advice as you will. I want you to go home tonight and write down THE goal. As big as you can make it. The end all be all goal for your happiness. Then, I want you to write the smaller goals you will need to achieve the end goal. To succeed in life, you need something to work for. If you aim too high though, you will lose confidence and give up. To counteract this, you set smaller, attainable goals to continue to drive you towards that final goal." All the Genin nodded enthusiastically at my words. It was a reassuring sight. "Kenta?"

"To protect the village with my life if needed." He declared boldly. I let out a sarcastic laugh.

"That's your JOB as a Konoha Shinobi, whether you're a newly graduated Genin, or the Hokage. We all fight for our village until we can no longer fight. Then we dig deep and fight even more. What. Do. You. Want. Kenta Yamanaka?" My eyes bore into the boy. He seemed to ponder my exact question before the lightbulb finally went off.

"ANBU Commander. One day, Naruto WILL be Hokage. I will support him the best way I know how. I will become the strongest ANBU. The elite of the elite. I will ensure I train our village's elite into the ground, making sure the world knows that you do not even look at our ANBU without seeing your life flash before your eyes. I will support the village as its anonymous shadow." He finished, chest out and voice ringing with pure confidence once more. I smiled at the boy. Glad he finally has a clear goal. The potential this boy had actually frightened me. S-Rank were in a league of their own, many tending to grow the ego along with their rank. This boy would no doubt reach that milestone, sooner than later. I had to know where his loyalties truly lied. Serving as ANBU commander, declaring you would continue to make the elite of the village soar to new heights? That spoke of a young man who loved his village and wanted nothing but success.

"Now THAT is a goal. Continue down the path you've chosen and I see no reason you won't succeed. Now, the moment I know you're eager to get to. I just have no idea where to start." I pondered for a moment.

"Lord Third, what would you say about Kenta here if he was given high praise. Would it go to his head? Or would he take it for what it's worth and use it for personal growth?" I turned to my advisor.

"It would go to his head, most definitely." Was his blunt reply. The boy seemed to wilt slightly at hearing the admission. "However, it wouldn't be in the traditional sense. Kenta is the hardest working Genin I know. It would swell his ego, for sure. He would then do something stupid, that's been proven a few times. His most redeeming quality though is his desire to improve himself. If he is called out on his attitude or actions, in the appropriate manner, he will acknowledge and apologize for his mistakes and grow from it that way. He has never gotten defensive if a flaw was pointed out in a constructive manner. Anyone would get defensive if you began throwing accusations at them. Kenta though is wise beyond his years. If you tell him, or even better yet lead him to the answers, he will own up and correct himself. He would grow an ego, yes, but it would be an ego caused by a young man figuring out who he is as a person. It wouldn't grow due to the ideals that he is indeed better than anyone and can do no wrong." Lord Third finished with a warm smile for the boy who looked absolutely relieved at Lord Third's praise and assessment.

"Thank you, Lord Third." I smiled at the elder man and focused back on Kenta. "Then hear what I say for what it is, not how you perceive it. Kenta Yamanaka, at this moment, you have the highest ceiling for potential of anyone in this room. In terms of power, both Naruto and Sasuke will surpass you within a few years. They both have more chakra than you and always will, that is facts. Your control though is a close to perfect for anyone who isn't following the path of a medical ninja. Chakra, control, techniques, none of that though is the reason I say what I say. You are the most dangerous for a completely different reason. Your ability, at your age, to get inside your opponents head and dance them to your tune is almost frightening." I stared at the boy, watching his eyes grow wide in fear. Did the kid think I was angry? Hmm, I have been told I'm not the best at expressing emotions, I will work on that. Later thought.

"Do not misunderstand me, Kenta. I know I not the most… sociable of people. I say what I say out of respect. I do not question your loyalty or love for your village. You put those worries to rest many minutes ago. I'm simply stating facts for not only your benefit and to ensure you receive all the tools and guidance you require to grow, but I do it for all those in the room as well." I cleared my throat and continued.

"During your preliminary match, with a single needle and a simple lie, your opponent was dancing to your tune. Your clan specializes in the human brain and psychology. I have many thoughts on the direction your clan could go down, but I can only offer my advice, I cannot tell a clan how to run themselves. I will tell you all right now that of the 25,000 shinobi within our ranks, I would hesitate to fight only 4 of them. I am confident enough to know that anyone else would stand no chance. Lady Tsunade and Lord Jiraiya. Aside from their standing as 2 of the legendary Sannin, they are both hardened veterans of not one, but two world wars. Lord Jiraiya would crush me, I am stronger than Lady Tsunade, for she has long been out of fighting shape. However, I would still more than likely lose to her. She has more decades of experience than I've even been alive. When two opponents meet in battle that are at a similar level of strength, experience is usually the deciding factor in 9 out 10 matchups."

"The third opponent I would not wish to face is sitting to my left. Lord Third. Even now, after his battle with Orochimaru has left him weakened, he would still dance circles around me. His combination of speed, strength, flexibility in techniques, and his brilliant mind are the most deadly combination in the elemental nations. His titles are well earned, and many opponents still shake in fear thinking of fighting 'The Professor.'"

"Finally, the last person I'd ever want to face on the field of battle. He is at the top of my list for most dangerous opponent in Konoha. A man so unassuming, most forget the danger he poses on the battle field. Inoko Yamanaka, Kenta's father." Defying logic, Kenta's eyes widened so far he looked almost cartoonish. So, the boy didn't know. Most people don't. "Oh yes. Inoko "Silver-Tongue" Yamanaka. A-Rank threat. You're probably all wondering why I would be the most hesitant to fight an A-Rank threat when compared to two Sannin and a Kage level shinobi. I'll tell you why. That man has single handedly killed 3 S-Rank shinobi in single combat. During the Third Shinobi War, he was separated from his team and was ambushed by a group of 10 Iwa Shinobi. All of them Chunin and Jonin. He walked away from that battle without a scratch, raising his hand to only kill one of them himself. The rest? He turned them all against each other with a single clan technique to start the flames of distrust, then using only words and whispers the flames were fanned to an inferno. Men who had served together for years were attempting to kill each other within minutes. When the dust settled, a single Chunin still stood. Inoko cut his throat and moved to regroup with his team."

"Getting inside your opponents mind. Finding the one thing that makes them tick. Lord Inoko is a god among men at the subtle art of psychological warfare. He can find the one thing that you don't even know about yourself that will push you over the edge. Once he gets even the tiniest of cracks in your mental defense, you're as good as dead. Even the most hardened veteran isn't immune. Men and Women who are known as monsters with no feelings, fall before Inoko once he slips through the cracks. I have said it before, I'll say it again. Control and channel your emotions. Do not let them control you. There are many practitioners of the art of mind games, and if you're not prepared, you will be dead before you can comprehend how you even lost."

I swept the room with my gaze once more, taking in all the different reactions. I had to turn away quickly from Kenta. The poor boy looked like he'd faint at any moment. Did no one ever tell him how dangerous and ruthless his father was on the battlefield?

"With ALL of that being said, in the same way that Lazy-Ass over there is on a fast track to surpass his father as the greatest military mind in the village… Kenta is quickly catching up to his father when it comes to psychological warfare. Inoko was 16 almost 17 years old before he reached the proficiency that Kenta is already showing. That is why I saw again, Kenta Yamanaka has the highest ceiling of anyone in this room, and is by far the most dangerous. If you feel that you need training in controlling your emotions on the battlefield, you have young man that could make many Jonin pause."

All eyes swept to the tall blonde boy. The flames had been fanned. I could see the fire burning in the eyes of everyone, including Skikamaru of all people. All their eyes promised the same thing, that they wouldn't stay behind Kenta for long. I made eye contact with the normally confident boy who seemed to want to shrink into himself under the challenging gazes of his comrades. Or not…

"What the hell are you idiots looking at? We all already knew that none of you can match not only my skills, but my handsome good looks. Keep glaring, it won't help you get stronger." The boy smirked cockily in challenge at his friends and now rivals.

Naruto couldn't contain himself any longer. "Shut the hell up, Kenta! I'll kick your ass any day! I kicked Bastards ass. I kicked Fate boy's ass. Your next, you better prepare!"

With that, the room dissolved into chaos. The Genin and newly minted Chunin were bickering back and forth. Challenges for spars and duels being thrown left and right. Boasting and bragging could be heard by all, even the Lazy Nara and normally quiet Aburame were getting sucked into the cacophony of teenage competitiveness. I turned on hearing the snort from my side.

Lord Third leaned in and whispered "Well done. You confirmed the nagging suspicion that everyone had after seeing Kenta take Gaara down. This promising generation will be even stronger now, competing with one another, it will push them over that mountain that separates the good from the great. Nicely done, Lord Fifth."

I smiled at the wise man's praise. My attention turning back to the squabbling teenagers. I sighed fondly once more, but I had already wasted enough of my time, as well as their time. I released just a trickle of bloodlust into the atmosphere, with just a touch of unhinged madness. Oops, that might have been too much? Kids these days were too soft. 8 pairs of wide, fearful eyes met my own. The shaking bodies of 8 teenagers only added to their sense of fear. I cleared my throat and they quickly formed back into their line.

"Enough time has been wasted. I must apologize, it has been… a long time since I've had a chance to talk so openly and freely. Now, your evaluation, Kenta. Your instincts and prowess in battle are years ahead of your age group. Your opening strategy completely rocked Gaara's world, putting him on the defensive from go. You continued your assault, always keeping him on edge. Even while he lashed out like a cornered animal, you always maintained your control. Your control and budding mastery over your elements was in full effect. Someone with your chakra levels should not be able to utilize 6 C-Rank techniques, 2 B-Rank techniques, as well as fly around the room with so many 'Body-Flickers.' My cousin Shisui would be proud and humbled, I must add. You will ensure his legacy lives on. Overall, Kenta, you were the easiest candidate to decide on promotion. Your strategies fit your opponents flawlessly. You can either be cunning and crafty, or go straight brute force. Your pre-planning is second only to Shikamaru's and your on the fly plans are trumped only by Naruto. I say this as a proud leader. Congratulations, Kenta Yamanaka… Chunin of Konohagakure.

****************************Old Man Itachi Speeches and Wisdom**************************

Kenta POV

I walked through my door, kicking my shoes off. After we were dismissed the 8 of us all went out to lunch together. Our friendly bickering from before had continued well through dinner. A betting pool was put in place on who would be the first of us to make it to Jonin. I was going to win, there was no doubt about that. Though the competition was no cakewalk!

I strolled into the kitchen, surprised to find my dad sitting at the table. The dark rings under his eyes and giant mug of coffee clued me in.

"Long night at work, dad?" I asked quietly.

He nodded. "Too many slipped through the barrier during the invasion. We're completely revamping the barrier and doing some cram training sessions. Kids these days have none of the work ethic that my generation had."

I snorted. "Back in my day we were expected to run back to back suicide missions, in 10ft of snow. You damn kids have it to easy this day" I mocked my dad in a poor impression of his voice. He wasn't pleased. I laughed and grabbed a glass of water. The day's conversation slamming into my skull all at once. I wheeled around and pinned him with a glare. He jumped slightly, startled by the heat my gaze was radiating.

"So, anything you want to confess, father?" I asked in a sickly sweet voice.

"Ummm. No? What do you mean?" Dad asked, looking at me warily.

"Oh, I don't know? Kill any S-Rank opponents lately? Turn a squad of men against each other and watch them fight, battle royale style? Anything at all, Inoko "Silver Tongue" Yamanaka?" I dropped the sweet tone.

Dad laughed loudly. "That's what's got your panties in a twist? I wasn't hiding anything! You just never asked, goofball." He drank his coffee, still chuckling.

I felt my face flush, but I wasn't going down without a fight. "Listen here, Old Man. I'm your son. I'm your oldest child and I am self-inflicting the pride and honor of this clan onto my broad shoulders. I shouldn't have to ask! You should be regaling me with tales of your glory days! I need bragging material! Do you know how stupid I looked at the Chunin promotion announcement in front of LORD FIFTH! He's telling us all about your accomplishments, and I looked like a fish out of water. You're a terrible parent!" I finished, whining like I was a kid again. Scratch that, I didn't start whining until I was past that age you're supposed to quit whining. I just do everything in reverse, I'm cool like that.

He smiled at me. "Sorry, bud. I just didn't think you'd be interested in hearing stories a decade past."

"Are you kidding me? You've personally killed 3 S-Rank shinobi! Do you know how many people alive today could claim that?!" I all but shouted.

He waved away my outburst. "They barely registered as S-Rank. Two of them were only labeled as such due to that fact that they had stolen forbidden techniques. A Genin that escapes with a technique with that label is considered S-Rank. Their combat abilities were barely B-Rank once you realize they were all one trick ponies. There's very true S-Rank opponents out there, Kenta. The real way to determine the strength of your opponent is how their warning label is worded. THAT will tell you what you need to know." He flipped a bingo book towards me that I caught. It fell open to an old entry of Lord Fourth.

Minato Namikaze – Konoha's Yellow Flash

Warning: Opponent is extremely dangerous. Flee on sight; do not engage without a full platoon of skilled Jonin. Even then, do not take opponent lightly.

I looked up at my dad and pointed down to the entry. He smiled wide. "THAT, is the true testament of power. If you have a flee on sight order? Yeah, you've reached the pinnacle of strength in the shinobi world. Most true S-Rank aren't as dramatic as Minato's. He was in a league of his own. Most say things like "Do not engage in one on one combat. Engage only with a full team of Jonin. Do not approach unless you want to die." Things like that.

I nodded. "Well then, do you have some time to tell me of some of your biggest battles?"

He laughed and ruffled my hair. "I can kill an hour or two for my son. Especially my son who got a promotion today. I'm proud of you, Kenta. You bring pride to our entire family. Mom and Kono will be home soon and we'll plan a small celebration. You game?" I agreed wholeheartedly with my dad. For the next three dad told me of all his biggest battles.

By the time Mom and Kono got home, both giving me bone crushing hugs, Dad had to head to work. My dad was already one of my personal heroes. After hearing of everything he did during the 3rd Shinobi War? My respect and admiration had pierced the clouds. That was one of the greatest days of my life. Had I only known what awaited my family in the future, I would have begged dad to stay a little longer.

Annndd that's it. I know, another fluffy, angsty, non-exciting, boring chapter. We're near the end of part one though. We need to set the table before we dig into the main course! I was going to keep going with this chapter so the action would pick up right up next chapter, buuutttt then I finished the last sentence and thought "What a great place to stop. Kudos to you, buddy!"

I can't lie to all my devoted fans. When I was re-reading this chapter looking for mistakes, there was a few spots I teared up at... MY OWN WRITING! I don't know if that's next level savage, or 150% pathetic as hell? Yes I know my stories have random spelling and wrong words. My fingers move really fast, but my brain moves even faster. I try to find as many as I can at least? Snaps and Claps for effort?

So what do you all think of my decision for 5th Hokage? I love it, so it doesn't matter what you say. Tsunade and Shizune take over the hospital FULL-TIME and startup a REAL kickass medical school.

Jiraiya was a no-go, for obvious reasons. He has a journey to go on with Naruto! He can't do that stuck behind a desk.

Can anyone guess who the 4th candidate was? First person to guess correctly gets to choose the name for the next OC I create! Yayyyyyy?

The most anticipated "Retrieval Arch/Chapter" is NEXT chapter. With an Aello twist of course. A few of you have actually made accurate/semi-accurate guesses on what will happen, just not in the exact way you think. I hope to have that out for you all by Thursday? Friday? I have no idea I just have a feeling it's going to be another BEAST of a chapter! Possibly the longest yet!

Anyway, see you all next time! Thanks for your support and feedback! Keep it coming, the PMs and reviews I get inspire a lot of my ideas!