Chapter 30: No One Understands the Ninja World Better Than Me!

Chapter 30: No One Understands the Ninja World Better Than Me!

Three months after the Konoha ninjas stationed at the border of the Land of Grass.

Inside a tent, Uchiha Yosuke held his hands over a scroll, releasing a soft green chakra glow brimming with life energy. A fish, which had lost all signs of life, began to thrash around under his touch.

"I finally mastered the Healing Jutsu!"

A satisfied smile appeared on Uchiha Yosuke's face. As a ninja with bloodline, he had discovered that his learning ability, training speed, and innate talent had all improved significantly since awakening his bloodline.

This healing jutsu, the first A-Rank ninjutsu he mastered, felt like a major accomplishment. Just then, the tent flap lifted, and a blond figure entered, carrying a red book and smiling humbly.

"Yosuke, thank you for the book."

Namikaze Minato looked at Uchiha Yosuke with genuine gratitude. Though Yosuke was different from the typically aloof Uchiha, he still carried an undeniable pride in his demeanor.

Responding to Minato's thanks, Yosuke, unusually relaxed, teased, "I should be thanking you. You helped me earn quite a bit in royalties."

Laughing, Uchiha Yosuke casually slapped the revived fish on the scroll, killing it, then wiped his hand and tucked a ninja blade into his belt.

"Let's go. Seeing you here tells me there's a mission, right?"

On the front lines, Yosuke, Minato, and Kushina frequently formed elite teams to carry out missions, given how well their chakra natures complemented each other.

Minato smiled, nodding as he put the book away in his ninja pouch. "Yosuke, this time, Jiraiya-sensei will lead the team."

Hearing Jiraiya's name, Yosuke looked mildly surprised. "If Lord Jiraiya is leading, this must be no ordinary mission."

Minato chuckled. "It's a straightforward mission to deliver supplies to Orochimaru's command at the front lines."

Though he didn't spell it out, everyone understood. It was common knowledge in Konoha that Tsunade's younger brother, Nawaki, had fallen in a mission led by Orochimaru after accidentally stepping into a trap. Although Tsunade never openly blamed him, Orochimaru was visibly haunted by guilt. Jiraiya, being the go-between among them, was best suited to ease the tension.

"Ah, so we're heading to Orochimaru's base," Yosuke acknowledged. Konoha had multiple bases in the Land of Grass: Orochimaru's was on the front lines, while theirs was farther back.

"Yosuke, when's the next installment coming out?" Minato asked with a rare, hopeful look as they stepped out of the tent. The book had clearly struck a chord with him.

"The next one?" Yosuke gave a small laugh. "As you know, this is my story. So far, I've published three parts, the last being when I became a Chunin. The next one might come when I become a Special Jonin—or maybe after some major experience. I'll publish when the time feels right."

Uchiha Yosuke's expression was unreadable, a mix of amusement and ambition. *My Struggle* was still in its early stages. In this ninja world, where even ten-year-olds are sent to war, a sense of emptiness plagued the hearts of many. That's why bonds with comrades were so deeply cherished by all ninjas—it filled a void, something they clung to dearly.

In his previous life, he had been an expert in this art, subtly influencing others step by step—er, that is, gently guiding this warped ninja world back on track. For now, he'd just be tossing out bait, building trust and loyalty in the minds of these empty-hearted ninjas. Later, when he held enough strength, influence, and position, he'd finally unveil his deeper purpose.

"Minato," Yosuke began, his voice steady, "a ninja's world may revolve around completing missions, but a ninja who doesn't follow the rules is considered trash. And one who doesn't value their comrades is worse than trash."

Standing under the sunlight, Yosuke's determined smile made Minato pause before nodding resolutely in agreement.

"Exactly! That's the true Will of Fire!"

The two reached the command post, where a crowd of waiting ninjas turned to observe their exchange. Inside, Jiraiya heard their conversation and chuckled approvingly. "Not bad. That's my student!"

Meanwhile, Tsunade scoffed dismissively beside him, rolling her eyes. "Just two overconfident kids."

As Yosuke lowered his head, his lips curled into a faint smirk. 'Got them!' His book, combined with his relentless spread of this core belief—here, in front of the many elite clan ninjas—was starting to take root. If the loyal followers of the Third Hokage, like Jiraiya and Tsunade, publicly acknowledged it, it would leave a lasting mark.

One day, after the White Fang incident, the cracks in their unity would only deepen, giving rise to doubt among the next generation of clan leaders. And through it all, the Will of Fire, that deeply ingrained doctrine of Konoha, would begin to shift toward his vision.

'No one understands the ninja world better than me!' He thought, relishing the irony. The most powerful force in the ninja world wasn't a legendary bloodline or a powerful jutsu—it was the Will of Fire, a code capable of altering minds. He'd be the one to redefine it, showing everyone what the true Will of Fire really meant.

"Alright, since everyone is here, I'll explain the mission in detail," Jiraiya announced, his face now serious.

Gathered around were elite ninjas, including ten Chunin and four Jonin. Jiraiya, in full battle armor, was as focused as ever.

"This mission is simple: transporting supplies to Orochimaru's frontline base about a few hundred miles away. However, we can't let our guard down for a second, as we'll be crossing through a forested canyon."

Tsunade's normally relaxed demeanor grew somber, her authoritative presence unmistakable as she pointed to a map on the table.

"Don't underestimate Kusagakure, a small ninja village, but given the interference of major powers, the balance in the Land of Grass has been disrupted. Mercenaries, rogue ninjas, and samurai now freely roam the borders between the Land of Rain and the Land of Grass. With the right incentive, they could strike at any moment."

The gathered ninjas nodded in understanding, taking Tsunade's warning to heart. Yosuke narrowed his eyes, recognizing Orochimaru's clever strategy. By positioning himself at the front, he served as both a lure and a dagger poised to strike deep into enemy territory. It was a risky move, but that's what ninja life was.

"I hereby appoint Jiraiya as the lead Jonin, commanding four Jonin and thirty elite Chunin for this mission," Tsunade concluded. The assembled ninja immediately snapped to attention, responding with a unified shout.

After giving the orders, Jiraiya stood, the usual mirth in his expression replaced by a solemn resolve.

"Ten minutes! Everyone gather outside the camp. Dismissed!"

At his command, the tent emptied as ninjas left to prepare their gear or assemble outside.

"Kushina!"

Tsunade's complex expression softened as she called out, watching her walk away.

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