A man named Kazuki is transported into the world of Naruto, becoming a member of the Uchiha clan, three years before the night of the Uchiha massacre. At this time, suspicion and vigilance towards the Uchiha from the village are at their peak. Within the clan, factions are vying for power, the higher-ups are targeting and monitoring them, and the villagers misunderstand them. Everything is playing out just like in the original story. If Kazuki does not take action, the final outcome will be the entire clan being sent to their graves by Itachi, the loyal son! Starting with such a grim scenario, how can Kazuki save himself? Instead of relying on others, Kazuki decides to rely on himself. Faction struggles? He will eliminate them one by one! Targeted by the higher-ups? He will bring them down step by step! What Fugaku couldn’t achieve, Uchiha Kazuki will! You can read more chapters ahead of everyone on p@treon. P@TREON - p@treon.com/lessaservantofcosmos (just replace the "@" with "a") Disclaimer : I don't own Naruto or it's characters neither this fanfic. The image used in the cover isn't mine. This is Chinese fanfiction. I'm just translating it. I'm just changing the name and some grammar. I'm trying to make it more understandable. All right reserved to the author 萌音芊芊 (for the fanfic) and Masashi Kishimoto (for Naruto)
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Before setting off, Kazuki had instructed Kaze that in these shady places, it was best to act arrogantly.
The more arrogant you act, the more they'll trust you.
This was somewhat challenging for him.
But for the task Kazuki had given him, Kaze gritted his teeth and changed himself.
The captain's mission must not fail.
"Sir, I'm just an employee. Please don't make it difficult for me."
The staff member, who was being strangled, was on the verge of tears, standing on tiptoe, afraid of suffocating:
"I'll go get the manager right away. Sir, please come inside to talk."
"Smart move."
Disdainfully throwing the staff member to the ground, Kaze swaggered into a private room inside the bounty office, waiting for the manager to arrive.
Soon, the manager arrived.
The manager, as fat as a drumstick, squinted and smiled obsequiously, bowing respectfully, and cautiously asked:
"What kind of information would you like to sell, sir? Rest assured, we offer fair prices for all information."
"I'm afraid you won't dare to buy it."
"You must be joking, sir."
The manager was a seasoned veteran. They all did unscrupulous work. As long as it made money, everything else was secondary.
Even very important information could be bought and sent directly to headquarters for sale.
Even if the five great ninja villages were furious, they wouldn't destroy bounty offices worldwide, would they?
"Let's hope so."
Kaze, putting on an imposing demeanor, took out several pieces of information and placed them on the table.
The manager quickly picked up a scroll and opened it.
Information, unlike bounty missions, needed to be personally reviewed to determine its value.
Hiss!
The manager's chubby face lost its smile after just a few glances at the scroll. His squinted eyes gleamed with excitement.
He knew this was a big deal.
The contents of the scroll were astonishing enough.
Once released, it would undoubtedly cause a stir in the entire ninja world.
The bounty office didn't care about Kaze's background or how the information was obtained. As long as the information wasn't completely fabricated, it was worth buying.
Money was more important than anything else.
Whether Konoha would get angry after the information was sold was not their concern.
After a few days of rest, Uchiha Kaze smoothly returned to the village.
"Captain, the rumors outside aren't true, are they?"
As soon as Kaze returned to Konoha, before he could catch his breath, he heard people in the village talking about Kazuki having a serious bloodline disease. This scared him, and he immediately rushed to Kazuki's house.
"What do you think?"
Kazuki gave him a contemplative look and took the scroll from him:
"What's this?"
"Money."
"How much?"
"I forgot, but it seems to be several million."
The information Kazuki provided wasn't entirely true. As the saying goes, mixing truth with falsehood is enough to deceive people. There was no need to be precise.
Moreover, selling information was mainly to mislead and divert the attention of the higher-ups.
Kazuki had no intention of making money by selling information; once discovered, it would be very troublesome.
The trap had been set, and now it was up to the bounty office to deliver.
This group of people, willing to do anything for money, might indeed give the Third Hokage and Danzo a big surprise.
In the Daimyo's mansion, the Daimyo, as skinny as a bamboo stick, lay on a lounge chair, enjoying the maid's service and watching the beautiful dance of the dancers below.
What ordinary people dream of envying as a beautiful life was merely a daily spice for the Daimyo.
"Daimyo, there's something important to report."
At this time, an aide rushed in.
"Hmm."
The Daimyo's voice sounded lazy and weak, as if his spine had been removed.
Bored, he yawned and waved his hand, signaling the maids and dancers to leave.
Once everyone had left, the Daimyo asked lazily:
"What happened to make you so flustered? Another assassin in the mansion?"
"You should see this."
The aide, looking troubled, cautiously handed a scroll to the Daimyo. The Daimyo glanced at it lazily and still looked uninterested:
"Alright, let's take a look."
He casually shook the scroll, and after several attempts, finally opened it.
When the Daimyo's lazy gaze landed on the scroll for just a few seconds, his eyes widened, and his previously boneless body suddenly sat up straight. His lazy voice raised several octaves, becoming sharp and trembling:
"How dare he?"
"Where did this scroll come from? Is it an enemy nation's fake news?"
The aide was also startled by the Daimyo's reaction and quickly explained:
"The scroll was purchased from the bounty office. It's said that their information accuracy is high. They even know about Konoha's Root, so the source must be reliable."
"Even if someone is spreading rumors, it indicates a problem. Daimyo, remember how Shimura Danzo treated you when the Fourth Hokage was appointed?"
The Daimyo tried to recall and was shocked.
When the Third Hokage nominated Namikaze Minato as the Fourth Hokage, Danzo nominated Orochimaru. The Daimyo, however, preferred Minato.
After all, Minato was a young, handsome man with a good reputation and strong abilities. He looked much more pleasing than Orochimaru.
So, he supported Minato becoming Hokage.
But Danzo gave him a chilling glare. The Daimyo still remembered Danzo's cold, murderous eyes.
Yes, that terrifying look.
Danzo, damn Danzo, what does he want? To kill me and take my place?
The more the Daimyo thought about it, the angrier he became.
"Send a message to Hiruzen, asking what they intend to do! Do they really want to support someone else and get rid of me?"
In the chaotic and betrayal-filled ninja world, the Daimyo's safety was oddly unimportant.
No one would think of assassinating the Daimyo, except for a few insane individuals.
Despite the fierce competition and conflicts among the five great ninja villages, the Daimyos of the five great nations had good relations.
The same was true for the Daimyos of many small countries.
Everyone was intermarried and related. The Daimyos were the bottom line; anything was acceptable, except for assassinating a Daimyo.
Given the weak protection for the Daimyo, if assassinations were allowed, who knows how many times they would have died.