Chapter 7: You're Too Weak—Weak Enough to Curl Your Toes

The battlefield is incredibly dangerous; an accident could happen at any time.

He definitely didn't want the genius of the Uzumaki clan to die! Besides, if they couldn't hold the line...

As long as someone from the Uzumaki clan survives, there's hope.

"Me?" Uzumaki Satori saw the clan leader looking at him and gave a cold smile, saying, "I'll go blow up the ships of Kirigakure. That's the only way they'll be forced into attrition against us."

The second step was attrition. He didn't believe that, with Kirigakure so far from the Land of Whirlpools, they'd be able to swim supplies over. And if this fleet could really be destroyed on the first day...

Even if Kirigakure reassembled a new fleet to send people and supplies, Satori was confident they could defend the Land of Whirlpools.

As long as they wiped out a big chunk of their forces now, any reinforcements would only increase pressure on Kirigakure. After all...

This was still wartime.

"No way...!"

Before he could even explain his plan, everyone rejected it—especially his father.

"No, no. It's far too dangerous."

"That's right. You should hide in the rear, or even in a bunker!"

"Leave this task to us old fogies!"

"..."

Although he was moved by how worried the clan elders and leader were for him, Satori still felt he had to go himself. It wasn't as simple as blowing up the ships as soon as they landed. They had to wait—wait for that moment of shock, that lapse in attention. That's when they would destroy the ships and prevent them from being sailed back to Kirigakure.

Only by eliminating this fleet could they slow the next wave. Even for one of the Five Great Shinobi Villages, rebuilding a fleet wouldn't be easy.

This task couldn't afford any mistakes. It wasn't that he looked down on the Uzumaki clan, but rather...

Due to their chakra, the Uzumaki had long lifespans—but also fiery tempers.

They were impulsive. With such a long wait, anything could go wrong.

Seeing the determination in Satori's eyes, the Great Elder sighed and said, "Then let the Clan Leader and I accompany you!"

No matter what, they couldn't let Satori get hurt. They had once believed the Uzumaki clan wouldn't escape this disaster and were preparing to evacuate some of the clan. But now...

Maybe they actually had a chance.

Hearing the Great Elder, Satori thought for a moment and agreed. He didn't know how many people Kirigakure had brought. After all, destroying a nation would require many. He never planned to go alone. He needed some heavy-hitters with him. Otherwise, just him and a few guards? He'd get GG'd. For the sake of his life, he agreed.

Dying en route to blowing up ships as a transmigrator? That's just pathetic.

"If that's the case, I'll go too!" said the Second Elder. "With more people, even if something goes wrong, we can escape."

"Yes, yes, I'll go too!"

"Count me in!"

"I'll go too! Blowing up ships sounds thrilling!"

"No!!" Satori quickly objected. At this rate, all the elders would go. It wasn't that bringing them was bad—it wasn't a decapitation mission, after all—but too many people would be too noticeable. Not suitable for stealth.

"Too many people. The target's too big," Satori said, shaking his head.

The Great Elder considered this and sighed. "Then let me, the Clan Leader, Second Elder, Third Elder, Fourth Elder... up to the Tenth Elder go!"

When Satori looked like he was about to say something, the Great Elder shot him a stern glare.

Satori could only smile awkwardly and wave it off. Ten people wasn't too many, and they didn't know how many ships Kirigakure had. Having more people might actually help.

"What about me?" The Daimyō pointed to himself. That little brat hadn't given his father a role yet!

Seeing his father's gesture, Satori snapped back to reality. Right, he hadn't assigned his dad yet. Thinking for a moment, he looked at the Daimyō and said, "How about you head to the command center?"

The command center only had a few people, mostly medical-nin. It was hidden away. Injured soldiers were strictly prohibited from exposing its location. Its defense force was minimal, so everything had to be done secretly. The medical team was crucial to sustaining the war effort, so their safety had to be ensured.

"..." The Daimyō broke into a cold sweat. His son and the clan were going to the front lines while he hid in the rear? Was he really that kind of man?

The Uzumaki weren't cowards. He was just about to angrily insist on joining the mission when—

Satori shook his head. "Can't help it. You're too weak, Dad. Too weak."

An old man still stuck at chūnin level, who had spent most of his time lounging in the palace? His actual combat ability was... laughable.

"..." Did this brat just call his own father weak?

The Daimyō's sleeve twitched with anger. He was ready to throw hands. What, this kid thought he was stronger than him? Even if he was, did he dare fight back? Impossible.

"Don't move, Dad. You definitely can't beat me right now," Satori quickly warned. "I'm at chūnin level now! Wouldn't it be embarrassing if you lost?"

Though his official rank was genin, the certification system in the shinobi world...

Was just a scam!

Chūnin?!

Everyone looked at Satori in disbelief. Then they turned to Uzumaki Zutai, Satori's bodyguard.

Zutai gave a helpless nod. "His Highness is already stronger than me."

The Clan Leader and Great Elder burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, good, good! As expected of our clan's genius! A seven-year-old chūnin, and stronger than others at that! Hahaha! Heaven bless the Uzumaki!"

This is what you call a genius? This is heaven's blessing?

Satori curled his lip. In the future, there would be a ten-year-old jōnin, a ten-year-old with a Mangekyō Sharingan at Kage level... even Konoha would have genin who could mop the floor with Kage.

His chūnin status...

Was the most average of the bunch!

"The Daimyō should listen to His Highness," the Clan Leader said after thinking a bit. "Don't worry—we won't let little Satori get hurt."

He knew Satori wasn't just saying this out of strength. Maybe it was also because it was his father.

He didn't want the Daimyō getting hurt either.

"I..." The Daimyō looked into Satori's eyes and sighed. "Brat, don't you dare get yourself hurt. Or I'll have your mother beat you up."

"Dad!" Satori opened his mouth but didn't say anything. He nodded with a smile. "Of course. I'm a genius! And..."

"We're definitely going to win!"

Author's note: Phone screen exploded. Off to repair. Second chapter coming later!!

(T/N: Yeah author also said that.. Love that Papa Daimyo yeah beat this transmigrator out..)