A Hokage, An Uchiha, and 1.4 Billion Ryo

Senju Tobirama never thought he would find himself feeling fortunate for being resurrected, but as he observed the twelve young geniuses gathered under Souta Kazuki's leadership, he couldn't help but smirk. These brats had potential—raw, untamed, and filled with limitless possibilities. Perhaps this was the purpose of his resurrection? To mold these children into warriors who could truly change Konoha?

Still… there was one glaring flaw in all of this.

Souta Kazuki.

That inherently evil brat! The fact that all twelve of these talented shinobi saw him as their leader gnawed at Tobirama's pride. The Uchiha blood within that child made him unpredictable, and yet—Tobirama chuckled.

"Hahahahaha… This will be interesting. I wonder just how much chaos these brats will stir up in the ninja world under that boy's leadership."

As he pondered the future, Tobirama felt a growl in his stomach. Hunger was an annoying yet persistent issue, even in this strange spiritual space where he resided. Luckily, Souta had left behind various ingredients and condiments before departing. These were delicacies far superior to anything in the shinobi world, though regrettably, they could not be taken outside the spiritual realm.

Tobirama had recently developed a new method of cooking—one that he took great pride in. Setting up a small pot, he added his preferred hot pot base, some pickled vegetables, chive flowers, and, finally, thinly sliced tofu.

As the aroma filled the air, he grabbed a piece of tofu and took a bite.

"Hmm… Delicious!" he said, savoring the rich flavors. Then, unable to hold back his amusement, he started to hum a song.

"Recalling the past, I never dry up in tears—"

Meanwhile, back in Konoha, Souta Kazuki was lying in his bedroom, trying to rest after a long day. But suddenly, he felt the Flying Thunder God seal on his body activate.

Before he could react, Namikaze Minato and Uchiha Fugaku materialized beside him in a flash of yellow light.

Souta sat up, blinking in surprise. He had been anticipating their return, but what truly mattered was the amount of ryo they had managed to gather.

He didn't have to wait long for an answer.

Fugaku, however, looked strange—his face twisted with a mix of annoyance and frustration. The Uchiha clan leader crossed his arms, glaring at Minato.

"Namikaze Dahuang! You dared to threaten me outside the village?! Now that we're inside, what leverage do you even have left?!"

Souta's eyes twitched. What… in the hell was a "Namikaze Dahuang"?

Minato, on the other hand, had an expression of complete satisfaction. He smirked as if everything was going exactly as he had planned.

"Hahahahaha… Uchiha-chan, you don't really think I can only send you into places, do you?" Minato teased, his voice dripping with mischief. "Be careful, or I'll send you out again. Maybe… straight into Raikage's bed?"

Fugaku's entire body tensed.

"Tsk, tsk… You know, those guys in the Land of Lightning might really like someone with your… tender skin and noble Uchiha blood," Minato added, his grin widening.

"Hahahahahahaha…"

A cold sweat formed on Fugaku's forehead.

"Ahem… Minato! I admit my tone was a bit aggressive earlier," Fugaku coughed, suddenly much more polite. "Hahahaha… Let's forget all about that, shall we? No hard feelings, right?"

Souta, watching this exchange, felt his head spinning. What in the world had happened to these two while they were gone? More importantly… what the hell were these names?!

He finally spoke up.

"Um… Uncle Minato? Uncle Fugaku? What exactly happened to you two?! And what the hell are 'Dahuang' and 'Xiao Hei'?!"

Both men glanced at Souta before Minato chuckled. "Ah… Well, let's just say we had to adopt a couple of temporary names while we were out collecting ryo."

Souta stared at them, unconvinced.

They just went out to make money… right?

Then, as if realizing something, Fugaku turned to Minato with a sly grin.

"Hah! You know, Minato… your threats are meaningless now. You seem to have forgotten something very important."

"Oh?" Minato raised an eyebrow. "And what's that?"

Fugaku smirked. "I'm a summon, remember?"

Minato's grin faltered.

"If I ever wanted to leave this village, I could just cancel the summoning contract and return to Souta's psychic space. You really thought you had me trapped? Hahahahaha!"

Silence.

Minato blinked.

Souta blinked.

Then Minato… burst into laughter. "Hahahahaha! You just figured that out now?! All this time, and it never even crossed your mind?"

Fugaku's smirk froze.

His face twitched.

Then turned red.

Then pale.

Then…

"MINATOO !!!" Fugaku roared, his anger shaking the entire house.

Minato, still laughing, ignored him and casually tossed a massive package onto the floor.

"Here," he said, grinning at Souta. "This is what we managed to collect. A total of 1.4 billion ryo. It should be enough to summon Kushina, right?"

Fugaku, still fuming, turned his gaze toward Souta as well, his anger momentarily forgotten.

Souta's eyes widened. "Wait… 1.4 billion ryo?!"

That was more wealth than some of the great clans had accumulated over decades!

His gaze flickered to Minato and Fugaku in disbelief. "Uncle Minato… Uncle Fugaku… what exactly did you two do?! I thought you were planning to rob the treasuries of the Five Great Nations!"

Minato scratched his cheek, giving his signature carefree smile. "Ah… Yeah, about that. We could have done that, but instead, we just robbed every rich person in the ninja world."

Souta's mouth fell open.

"…You what?!"

He swallowed, his mind racing.

He had to take a moment to mourn for all the unfortunate aristocrats who had been stripped of their fortunes…

But only for a moment.

Because now—he was rich.

With this much ryo, he could summon someone powerful again.

His heart pounded with anticipation.

This time, I'll finally be able to test something that's been bothering me for a while…