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"I have also secretly funded an orphanage to take out talented children from other orphanages, some of whom are of Senju lineage.
This research is just starting; it hasn't taken any effect yet and can still be prevented, so I informed you," Hiruzen said to Mito, his tone earnest but cautious.
Mito regarded him with a nod of appreciation. "You have done well, Hiruzen. I will see how I can support you. Now, regarding your seals, take this scroll."
She handed him a delicately inscribed scroll, its intricate symbols glowing faintly. "This contains advanced seals of the Uzumaki clan, along with some of my own techniques.
After seeing your barrier seal, I must say you've made quite an accomplishment—almost reaching Tobirama's level."
Hiruzen felt a rush of anticipation as he accepted the scroll. "Thank you, Mito-sama. I will study it diligently," he promised, understanding the weight of the knowledge she had entrusted to him.
"As for my exclusive Yin seal, I will teach you this technique once you comprehend the scroll at a higher level," Mito added, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Thank you, Lady Mito," Hiruzen replied, bowing respectfully before departing toward his office.
The air felt charged with possibilities as he walked away, the sun casting dappled shadows, mirroring the swirling thoughts in his mind.
Once at his desk, he was met with a mountain of administrative work, a testament to the demands of his role as Hokage.
He dove into the tasks, the rustling of paper filling the quiet room.
After completing a substantial amount, he left a shadow clone to handle the remaining tasks, seizing the day to delve into the scroll of seals.
A year rolled by, marked by a tenuous peace following the treaty signed by the major villages.
Hiruzen estimated it could last twenty years if nothing disrupted this fragile truce.
On Hokage Mountain, he engaged in fierce practice with his clones, merging techniques from the **Sarutobi clan**, Konoha's foundational taijutsu, and the **Marine Six Styles**.
Sweat dripped from his brow as he pushed himself, a fierce determination igniting within.
He developed a new fighting style over the past year, naming it **Shadows Nine Styles**—forged from various martial arts he had studied, each move a testament to his growth.
His ambition extended beyond this new style; he envisioned integrating **Rokugan**, **Semei Kikan**, and other Konoha techniques into his repertoire.
Each punch and kick brought him closer to realizing his vision, the fire within him burning brightly.
"After a year of training in physique, chakra control, and seals, I have made significant progress," he mused, the winds on the mountain echoing his resolve.
His unique combination of **comprehension** and **assimilation** skills had accelerated his learning curve, driving him to check his current status.
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**STATUS**
**NAME**: SARUTOBI HIRUZEN
**AGE**: 22 YEARS
**TALENT**: SS RANK
**TAIJUTSU**: MID KAGE
**NINJUTSU**: MID KAGE
**GENJUTSU**: LOW KAGE
**BUKIJUTSU**: LOW KAGE
**CHAKRA**: LATE KAGE
**CHAKRA CONTROL**: 98%
**FUINJUTSU**: LEVEL 5 (MASTERY OF BASIC SEALS, INTERMEDIATE SEALS)
**AFFINITY**: EARTH (60%), FIRE (60%), WIND (60%), WATER (60%), LIGHTNING (60%), YIN (60%), YANG (60%)
**SKILLS**: CREATION, COMPREHENSION, ASSIMILATION, EYE OF INSIGHT
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"It's a significant leap in my training," Hiruzen mused, the words rolling off his tongue like a mantra. "Just two more years, and my taijutsu, chakra control, and sealing techniques will reach peak shadow level."
A grin broke across his face as he envisioned his future influence over Konoha.
"I will rule with an iron fist while ensuring compassion prevails, carving out an unprecedented image for myself and striving to become a genuine God of Shinobi."
The year in Konoha had been largely uneventful, but behind the scenes, Mito had been quietly maneuvering to strengthen the **Senju clan**.
Hiruzen acted decisively, successfully removing the previous Elder Council with Mito and Uchiha support, appointing **Koharu** and **Homura** as the new elders.
Danzo seethed, watching others seize power he coveted, and whispers of discontent swirled around him.
Yet, Hiruzen remained unfazed. His orphanage had seen a significant increase in children under its care.
Rumors echoed through the village that he was recruiting orphans from smaller clans to mold them into formidable ninjas, their potential shining bright.
While many speculated about his intentions, Hiruzen bided his time, meticulously collecting evidence of corruption within Konoha, preparing for a demonstration that would send ripples through the village—like killing a chicken to warn the monkey.
"It's another boring year," he reflected, continuing his training routine on Hokage Mountain, the rhythmic sound of his feet echoing.
"Konoha's strength is gradually recovering from the war, and my new ANBU strength is also increasing, both in skill and numbers. In two years, I will take control of Konoha and begin implementing positive changes."
The numbers were staggering; the A-rank talents under his command had reached an impressive 80—individuals whose skills were overlooked due to humble origins.
In two years, he envisioned harnessing around 150 skilled ninjas, further solidifying his position.
The orphanage thrived, a beacon of hope in a recovering village. The loss of several experienced ninjas led to increased recruitment of orphans.
Konoha faced devastation, yet Hiruzen's approach held a promise of renewal.
Now, standing on Hokage Mountain, he immersed himself in crafting new taijutsu techniques, particularly focusing on integrating the **Rokugan** styles.
After two hours of intense visualization and practice, he felt a spark ignite within him—a new technique ready to be born.
The following day, dawn broke over the horizon as Hiruzen engaged in combat with his clones, each replicating various scenarios designed to enhance his adaptability.
During one of these sessions, he called upon his newly developed technique.
"**Rokugaan!**" he shouted, his voice ringing through the morning air as he channeled chakra into the attack.
In front of one of his clones, Hiruzen swiftly formed a hand sign, pushing forward with resolve.
A cannon-like blast of air erupted, the force rippling outward as it transformed into a massive pillar of energy. It struck the clone with overwhelming power, obliterating it instantly.
The attack surged forward, crashing into the wall, leaving a network of cracks in its wake.
The sheer intensity of the technique staggered him. The two clones positioned in front and behind were obliterated, creating a fissure that marked the strength of his newfound technique.
The explosive sound echoed through the training ground like thunder, a clear testament to the power he wielded.
Hiruzen knew that the **Shadows Nine Styles** possessed an edge that transcended traditional taijutsu techniques.
Unlike the **Eight Gates**, which could not be maintained for long during a fight but has more fire power, his six styles allowed for fluid movement and adaptability at low fire power with longer duration.
"I can't believe the potential I've unlocked," he thought, a triumphant grin spreading across his face.
"I will not only train to protect my village but also to inspire the next generation of shinobi. Soon, Konoha will be stronger than ever."
With renewed determination, Hiruzen resolved to continue refining his techniques and nurturing the talents under his wing.
The path ahead was laden with challenges, but he was prepared to face them, driven by a vision of a brighter future for Konoha and the legacy he would leave behind.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Hiruzen remained in his training zone, lost in a world of focus and intensity.
The shadows of Hokage Mountain stretched long around him, echoing his resolve to become the leader the village needed—a true God of Shinobi.
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