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Chapter 113 - Chapter 113: Sage Mode, Negative Emotions, and the Uchiha

Chapter 113: Sage Mode, Negative Emotions, and the Uchiha

"Ouch! Sensei—!"

"Since when did you get such a heavy hand?!"

Jiraiya clutched his head, a massive bump swelling where Hiruzen had struck him.

The Hokage hadn't even looked like he was trying, but the impact felt like a

hammer hitting a rail.

"Regardless of whether Nagato truly possesses the Rinnegan, he is a survivor of

the Uzumaki," Hiruzen said, ignoring the dramatics.

"The Great Toad Sage's prophecy has strategic value. The Land of Rain is

currently moving toward a deep-cooperation agreement with the Leaf. Locating the

orphans will be simpler once we have boots on the ground there. Once you file

your report, I'll hand the files over to the Anbu."

Hiruzen pointed his pipe at Jiraiya. "But your priority is your own strength. I

don't care about your past mistakes, but if you don't start showing some real

progress, I'm going to have to personally supervise your 'extra' training. And I

won't be as gentle as the toads."

Jiraiya waved his hands frantically. "I'm on it, Sensei! I promise! I'll master

Senjutsu (Sage Mode) before the month is out!"

"Lord Fukasaku and Lady Shima say I have a natural affinity for it! I'll balance

the Sage training with the search for Nagato and my standard mission rotations.

I'm going to be the most productive Sannin in history!"

"Oh, and Sensei... my novel about the Sovereign Sage Pills is almost finished!

I'll bring you the first draft soon!"

Jiraiya felt a deep pang of guilt. The Nagato situation was a massive security

breach on his part, yet Hiruzen had chosen to shoulder the blame himself,

framing it as a "failure of administration" rather than a student's betrayal.

I really need to step up, Jiraiya thought. I'm making the Old Man carry

everything.

"Mastering Senjutsu in a month? Bold words, 'Dead-Last,'" Orochimaru

interjected, his voice full of clinical skepticism. "How long does it usually

take to learn Sage Mode at Mount Myoboku?"

"Three to five years for a human to reach a combat-ready state. Ten if they're

slow. But I can cheat by using a 'Fusion' with the Toad Sages. I don't need to

master the balance on my own to use it in a fight," Jiraiya explained.

"Years? And you call that 'talent'?" Orochimaru let out a dry, raspy laugh.

"I've already located a unique bloodline with a natural affinity for

environmental energy. By the time you finish your first meditation, I'll likely

have decrypted the chemical triggers of Senjutsu and turned it into a

village-wide vaccine."

Jiraiya rolled his eyes. "Don't talk big, Snake. You tried to take the Sage

inheritance at Ryuchi Cave and failed miserably. You were bedridden for a week

after that snake-bite."

"Sensing natural energy is the first wall. Molding it into Senjutsu Chakra is

the second. Applying it to combat without turning into a statue? That's a

marathon of life and death. I don't think even your 'science' can shortcut a

god-tier transformation."

According to the records of Mount Myoboku, the fastest human to ever master Sage

Mode was a legendary hero who took five years. Of course, there were myths of

the Sage of the Six Paths learning it in a single breath, as if it were an

instinct.

Lord Fukasaku had told Jiraiya not to compare himself to the Sage's lineage.

Those with "Special Roots"—the descendants of the original clans—had a

biological advantage that commoners couldn't match.

"Both of you, enough," Hiruzen said, placing a hand on each of their shoulders.

He felt the physical growth of his own body; his height and breadth had

increased again, and his grip on their shoulders felt as solid as an iron vice.

"Senjutsu is a magnificent power. I'm envious, truly."

"I tried to learn it years ago, but I lacked the 'roots.' But I still have hope.

If my students master it, it's the same as if I mastered it. Consider it a favor

to your old teacher—fill the gap I couldn't."

Jiraiya and Orochimaru froze. This was the classic "Hiruzen Reconciliation"

tactic they remembered from their childhood. Whenever they fought, he'd bring up

his own failures to make them feel like they were part of a team.

"Don't worry, Sensei! We've got this!" they said in unison.

After Jiraiya and Hiruko left to handle the new ordinances, Hiruzen signaled for

Orochimaru to stay behind.

"What is it, Sensei?"

"I've been thinking," Hiruzen began, gesturing to the Box of Ultimate Bliss. "Do

you think this artifact could be used to solve the Uchiha's 'Stableness' issue?"

"You've read Lord Tobirama's notes. You know the mechanics of the Sharingan.

It's triggered by extreme negative emotion, which causes the brain to produce

a specialized type of chakra. Most of that chakra goes to the eyes, but a

residual portion anchors itself in the brainstem."

"That residual 'Hate-Chakra' is what causes their personalities to warp. It

makes them obsessive, paranoiac, and eventually, insane."

Hiruzen leaned in, his eyes narrowed. "If we communicate with the Uchiha

properly... could we use the Box to 'filter' out that stagnant negative chakra

from their brainstem after they awaken their eyes? If we remove the 'Malice' but

keep the 'Ocular Power,' could we stabilize the clan permanently?"

Orochimaru's eyes lit up. This was the kind of high-stakes biological

engineering he lived for.

"It's a brilliant hypothesis, Sensei."

"But we haven't mastered the Box's control interface yet. We're still working on

the 'Safety' protocols."

"And then there's the issue of Trust," Orochimaru added darkly. "To the Uchiha,

their eyes are their pride. Asking them to let us put their brains into a

'Malice Filter' designed by the Hokage? Even with our current improved

relations, we don't have that much social capital yet. It would look like we're

trying to lobotomize them."

Hiruzen nodded. He knew Orochimaru was right. The project was technically

feasible but politically impossible.

Unless...

I need a bridge. A scientist who is also an Uchiha. Someone they trust

implicitly.

Master Tobirama, Hiruzen thought. This project has your name written all over

it.

Hiruzen had an even deeper plan for the Box. The monster sealed inside, Satori,

possessed a sensory ability to "Predict Malice" and near-infinite mobility. It

was a perfect match for Tobirama's tactical style.

If Tobirama could become the "Jinchuriki" of the Box—controlling Satori's power

to filter the Uchiha's negative energy—then the plan would be human-led and

controllable. The Uchiha would trust Seisui Uchiha far more than they would

trust a black box in a lab.

But that was a long-term goal. He wouldn't force his Master into another

"Weapon" role unless the Master agreed to it.

"Let's put a pin in that. For now, we seal it," Hiruzen commanded.

Together, the Hokage and the Snake wove a series of high-level suppressive

seals, burying the Box in a lattice of protective chakra.

"One step at a time," Hiruzen mused. "Move too fast, and you'll trip over your

own feet."

The Uchiha Compound.

Seisui Uchiha (Tobirama) was currently undergoing "Special Training" mandated by

Elder Isshin.

After his legendary performance at the Academy, Isshin had become obsessed with

the boy. He viewed Seisui as a "Biological Jackpot." The Elder had spent the

last month force-feeding Tobirama every secret scroll the Uchiha possessed.

Tobirama was actually enjoying himself. He was absorbing the Uchiha's private

history and secret manuals like a thirsty sponge. He was finding counters to

jutsus he hadn't even known existed.

Isshin was so delighted by Seisui's learning speed that he had organized a

"Practical Demonstration" for today. He had summoned several Three-Tomoe elites

to spar with the boy.

"Let's see if you've truly mastered the 'Uchiha Heart,' Seisui!" Isshin cheered.

Tobirama smirked, drawing his practice blade. You have no idea how much I've

mastered your heart, old man.

In the Mountains' Graveyard.

Madara Uchiha sat on his throne, his Rinnegan glowing as he watched the spar

through a Zetsu link.

He was silent. Focused.

He didn't see a student. He didn't see an orphan.

He saw a ghost.

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