Minato Namikaze couldn't shake the unease that gnawed at him regarding Aizen. It wasn't based on any concrete evidence, but a deep-seated intuition. Perhaps it stemmed from his exceptional chakra perception, honed to a sharp edge by his uncanny reflexes in battle.
He vividly recalled their first encounter. The crushing pressure Aizen exuded during their fight lingered even now, a testament to the young prodigy's raw talent. It wasn't just Aizen's power; it was the flawless execution of his techniques, the way he anticipated Minato's moves and countered them with seemingly effortless precision. Only someone who had faced Aizen at full force could understand that suffocating sensation, the feeling of being outmatched by an opponent to such a degree.
This unparalleled talent, now seemingly underutilized, fueled Minato's suspicions. And his intuition proved to be correct. In recent years Aizen hadn't engaged in a true, all-out battle since their initial clash. Even during his spar with Senju Nawaki, Aizen held back considerably, clearly hesitant to unleash his full power for fear of injuring his comrade. After that, with Minato's own strength rapidly increasing, their sparring sessions never pushed either of them to their limits. The past two years saw a decline in sparring sessions between Aizen and others.
His newfound aspiration to become a medical-ninja specialist made full-fledged combat with Senju Nawaki and the others unthinkable. Consequently, the perception of Aizen's stagnant growth became a widely held belief among their group. Except for Minato. A nagging suspicion lingered in his mind. Unlike the others, he couldn't shake the feeling that Aizen's seeming stagnation masked something far more concerning.
Minato couldn't shake off the disquiet gnawing at him. 'Sure, it was just intuition, a hunch with no concrete proof. Even if Aizen truly masked his abilities, what did it matter? Aizen was still their childhood friend, the kind and gentle soul they grew up with. Hiding his strength, if true, must be for some personal reason. After all, everyone had their secrets. Perhaps Aizen simply disliked conflict. But a nagging doubt persisted. Could Aizen be harboring a darker agenda, a hidden motive for concealing his power?'
The very thought seemed ludicrous. 'Aizen, a villain? The man was practically a beacon of virtue!' Minato brushed aside the suspicion, a decision that might come back to haunt him. Aizen's seemingly harmless facade, much like Hiruzen's unwavering "Will of Fire," had blinded him. He couldn't help but wonder: when the truth inevitably came crashing down, would it be enough to shatter his own moral compass?
clap clap clap!
A sudden burst of applause startled them. Aizen and the others turned to see Hiruzen clapping his hands, a knowing smile gracing his lips. "Excellent work, all five of you!" Hiruzen Sarutobi, the village leader, beamed at Aizen and his classmates. "Congratulations on passing the early graduation exam! As of today, you are full-fledged ninja." A chorus of humble gratitude filled the air as the young graduates acknowledged the Hokage's praise. "However," Hiruzen continued, his tone turning serious, "talent alone isn't enough on the path of a ninja. Regular sparring with worthy opponents is essential, but even more so..."
He paused, his gaze sweeping across their eager faces. With a knowing look, he turned his body, reflecting the figures of Orochimaru, Jiraiya, and Tsunade in the students' eyes. "The most crucial element is a capable teacher, someone to guide you on the path to mastery. While my own students are still young, they've established a strong reputation in the ninja world. Today, they're looking to take on new disciples to pass on their ninjutsu legacy. So, tell me," he chuckled, "are you interested?"
This was presented as the graduates' choice, but the true power lay with the established ninja. After all, who among them wouldn't jump at the chance to learn from the Hokage's apprentices. "Here we go," Aizen thought silently, watching the scene unfold. "The real test of the graduation assessment." Excitement crackled in the air. Minato and Nawaki practically vibrated, nodding eagerly. Even Aizen and Fugaku, aware that the three weren't necessarily interested in them, offered feigned surprise with nods of their heads. Only Kushina remained composed.
Orochimaru, ever the opportunist, wasted no time. "Nawaki," he drawled with a sly smile, "we've known each other for a while now. How about becoming my first disciple?" Nawaki's hasty nod left no room for doubt. The selection process had begun. Seeing Orochimaru secure his first disciple, Jiraiya wasn't about to be left behind. With a wide grin, he addressed Minato and Kushina. Minato practically vibrated with excitement, bowing deeply to Jiraiya. "I look forward to learning from you, Teacher Jiraiya!" Kushina, with a serene smile, simply offered a small nod to Jiraiya.
It seemed as though she had anticipated this outcome. With Nawaki and Minato finding their mentors, they effectively became part of the "Hokage lineage." Just as the scene seemed to reach its conclusion, it abruptly vanished, replaced by an awkward silence. Aizen and Fugaku, unsurprised by the outcome, practiced their expressions of disappointment with practiced ease. A forced cough from Hiruzen cut through the tension. He exchanged a series of knowing glances with Tsunade, a flicker of internal conflict crossing her eyes. Finally, with a resolute expression, she crossed her arms and addressed Aizen directly. "Listen up, brat," she said with a gruff voice, "You, Aizen, want to be my student?"
Tsunade's words shattered the silence. All eyes converged on Aizen, his surprise mirrored by a slack-jawed Fugaku. Confusion clouded Aizen's face, so genuine it lacked any hint of acting. His initial suspicion fell on Nawaki, but the surprised expression staring back left him bewildered.