Chapter 43.6- One Thousand Hands

I did not flee from the office. I did not. I did not run with my tail in between my legs. I did not slam the door behind me as I body flickered through the tower, uncaring for the chaos I caused in my rage. No. Instead, I suppressed that urge. I bowed to my Hokage, and I spun around. I closed the door behind me softly. I nodded at the shinobi that nodded at me, and I stopped at the ground floor, set upon by one of the Uzumaki children. Kirito. He had a gleaming forehead protector atop his head. I wanted to tear it off and tell him to go home. Instead, I ruffled his hair as he told me all about his genin team and how good of a time he was having.

I allowed no hint of my rage to show as I met his teammates and their chunin-sensei. Jonin were in limited supply with a war going on so Chunin were being given teams of genin. Seeing a member of my clan in that situation made me want to rage, but I swallowed the insult. I had swallowed many insults today. What was one more?

I made sure there was no expression on my face as I shook his hand. I waited for the very last second, before I bore down on him with the full weight of my presence, my innate desire to kill. Some called it a genjutsu, but that was a misunderstanding of what this truly was. Killing Intent, was ironically, one of the few uses of Ninshu that managed o survive the Sage and his sons. It was sharing your intention to kill someone in its purest form. At this point, he was probably seeing visions of me snapping his neck, or driving a kunai into his skull, or tapping his chest and scrambling his organs. I let off as I let go, warning delivered. He would take care of Uzumaki Kirito, or he would die. There was no middle ground. I would not tolerate that when it came to family.

I turned around and left the building. I took the long walk down to the clan compound. It was almost time for the academy to close. I took the chance to think. I knew I would never forget the insults. I had few things I cared about, but one of them was definitely my pride. This village was mine. My Grandfather built it. My Granduncle strengthened it. And that Monkey thought he could deny me my birthright? How ridiculous. I would become Hokage. When the time came, Hiruzen would have no choice. That would be the revenge. I’d be twice, nay thrice, the Kage he’d ever be. That would be revenge.