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Yoruichi smirked faintly. "Don't believe it if you don't want to."
Orochimaru's golden eyes narrowed, his serpentine pupils flickering with suspicion. "Are you mocking me, Yoruichi? You're saying that the God of Shinobi Senju Hashirama was merely called a 'legend,' and that Uchiha Madara..."
Before Orochimaru could finish his thought, he stopped himself abruptly. He shook his head, muttering, "Impossible. Absolutely impossible. Madara Uchiha died long ago, defeated by the First Hokage at the Valley of the End."
But his expression darkened as fragments of obscure history came rushing back. Orochimaru recalled an ancient record, one that few even knew existed. After the battle between Hashirama and Madara, Senju Tobirama had reportedly taken Madara's body to a hidden location.
Yet when Tobirama returned to collect it later, the corpse had vanished.
Orochimaru's voice wavered as he broke the silence. "No, no, no... It can't be. After all these years, could Uchiha Madara still be alive?"
He scrutinized Yoruichi closely, his mind racing. Who exactly is this man? How does he know so much? Is he a spy?
At this point, while Orochimaru had already begun delving into forbidden sciences and straying down a dangerous path, his loyalty to Konoha still lingered, faint as a flickering candle.
Breaking the tense silence, Orochimaru smirked slyly. "Yoruichi, I think I have something here that may interest you."
He handed over a thick dossier, bound in faded parchment. Yoruichi flipped through the first few pages, his eyes gleaming as he absorbed the details.
The document exposed a dark truth about Konoha's inner workings. It detailed the manipulative rise of the Shimura, Dormitory, and Mito clans—pillars of Konoha's elite. For years, these families had schemed their way into power, stealing the battle merits of others, faking mission accomplishments, and even bribing exam officials.
Through these corrupt tactics, their younger members rapidly climbed the ranks, leaping from Genin to Jonin in mere years.
Yoruichi couldn't suppress a sardonic chuckle. So that's why Konoha's Jonin ranks have been so inconsistent. Cheaters, every one of them.
The extent of the corruption stunned him. The evidence was clear: graduates from ordinary families, no matter how talented, were constantly overshadowed by the elites of these clans. Mission reports and battlefield achievements had been falsified to ensure their rapid rise.
For those outside the inner circle, breaking through the system's barriers seemed almost impossible.
Yoruichi closed the file with a sharp snap. His smile didn't reach his eyes. "Orochimaru, this information is a treasure trove. You've outdone yourself."
If these revelations were made public, it would shatter the credibility of the Shimura, Dormitory, and Mito clans. It might even incite mass outrage among Konoha's rank-and-file shinobi, who had worked tirelessly only to have their efforts stolen.
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The Next Morning, Ninja Academy
Obito's finger jabbed in frustration. "Yoruichi-sensei, this is another shadow clone, isn't it?"
The clone raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "And how would you know that?"
"You're not even trying to hide it anymore!" Obito yelled, puffing his cheeks. "This is the third day in a row! You don't respect us at all!"
Rin crossed her arms and nodded in agreement. Even Kakashi, usually indifferent, glanced up from his book, though he said nothing. He understood all too well that powerful Jonin often had demanding schedules. Still, he couldn't deny Obito's point—Yoruichi had been particularly absent-minded lately.
"Respect?" Yoruichi's clone chuckled, flicking Obito's forehead lightly. "What does respect have to do with training?"
"If you're not going to teach us yourself, I'm not going to try!" Obito grumbled.
The clone smirked mischievously. "Fine. If you can defeat this clone, I'll bring my real self here. But if you fail, you'll have to double your training routine."
Obito leapt forward with renewed determination. "I won't lose this time!"
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Hokage's Office, Later That Day
Sarutobi Hiruzen furrowed his brows, his weathered face etched with concern. He skimmed through the damning dossier Yoruichi had presented.
"This is..." His voice trembled with anger as he slammed the file onto his desk. "Unforgivable."
Evidence of systematic corruption, nepotism, and outright fraud sprawled across the pages. Sarutobi knew these families had always bent the rules, but the scale of their exploitation was staggering.
"Yoruichi," Sarutobi said, his voice steady but sharp. "I'm entrusting you to handle this matter. Use any means necessary. If anyone obstructs you—" He slid a token representing his authority as Hokage across the desk. "—eliminate them without hesitation."
Yoruichi accepted the token with a solemn nod. Behind him, Uzumaki Mito watched silently, her presence radiating an unspoken power.
As Yoruichi turned to leave, Sarutobi gazed out the window, his heart heavy with unease. This will be the beginning of a storm in Konoha.
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That evening, as the moon hung low over Konoha, the village buzzed with tension. Shadows flitted across rooftops as ANBU operatives mobilized. Yoruichi stood at the forefront of the operation, his cloak billowing in the wind. Beside him were Jiraiya, Tsunade, and Orochimaru, each flanked by their squads.
The targets were clear: the Shimura, Mito clan compounds. Tonight, justice would be served.
From the shadows, Danzo observed the commotion, his expression grim. "So, the old man has made his move. But does he truly understand the chaos he's unleashing?"
Behind him, the remaining elders exchanged uneasy glances.
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