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It was getting dark.

Yoruha slung a large bag of venison over his shoulder, left his house, and began making his way toward the outer edge of the Yamanaka Clan district.

It didn't take long before he stopped in front of a plain, unremarkable house.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Uncle Fuma, are you home?"

After the third knock, the door creaked open.

A man with brown hair and sharp, handsome features stepped into the doorway. He looked Yoruha up and down, his brows knitting slightly.

"Yoruha? What are you doing here this late?"

This was Fuma Yamanaka—only one syllable off from Yoruha's own name.He was the younger brother of Yamanaka Inoichi.Yoruha's biological uncle.

Outwardly, Fuma was an elite ANBU jonin.

But in truth, that was only part of the story.Behind the scenes, he worked under Danzo Shimura, as a member of Root.A hardened elite, trained in emotionless obedience.

His fate, as history would later record, was grim.

Kabuto Yakushi would one day use him as a living sacrifice for Edo Tensei.The terror of being forcibly resurrected after death, used as a puppet—Only those who'd suffered it could understand the horror.

So naturally—Yoruha had always intended to keep his distance from people like Fuma.Too dangerous.Too cold.Too loyal to Danzo.

But blood ties are not so easily erased.And over time, through quiet visits and shared silence...

One was a child carrying two lifetimes of memories.The other, a jaded man devoid of emotion.

Strangely enough, they grew close.

Even now, despite his cool demeanor, Yoruha could tell Fuma was genuinely concerned.He didn't like people showing up at his door late unless something was wrong.

"It's nothing serious," Yoruha said with a smile, holding up the bundle."The Nara Clan sent over some premium venison today. The kind that's not even available on the market.Thought I'd bring some by for you.You ANBU types burn through stamina like crazy anyway."

The Nara Clan had been breeding deer for generations.Their venison wasn't just delicious—it was medicinal, rich in vitality and chakra-enhancing nutrients.An excellent supplement for shinobi.

Fuma looked at Yoruha for a second longer, then took the venison wordlessly.

"Come inside," he said, his voice low. "It's windy out."

As he turned back toward the house,Yoruha paused at the doorstep and looked around at the still air.

"Windy? …Sure."

Inside, Yoruha sat on the living room couch while Fuma stored the venison in the fridge.

"Uncle Fuma," Yoruha said, glancing at the sword on his uncle's back, "you're still wearing your blade around the house?Even Itachi from the Uchiha Clan is part of ANBU, and he doesn't look half as tense when he's off duty."

He sighed.

To Yoruha, it always seemed like Fuma was wound too tightly, never letting his guard down.

Why had he chosen to follow Danzo?

Wouldn't it have been easier just to be a high-ranking ninja within the Yamanaka Clan?

"There's ANBU, and then there's Root," Fuma replied flatly as he closed the fridge."There's no comparison."

He walked back to the living room and sat across from Yoruha.

"You didn't come here just to bring venison," he said. "Speak."

"You got me."Yoruha leaned back, relaxed but serious."I've decided to start training in chakra refinement.But I don't have a decent technique. That's why I'm here—I need your help."

Fuma's brows furrowed."Chakra refinement?" he said sharply. "Have you forgotten what happened two years ago?You nearly died. And now you want to go through that again?"

"You make it sound worse than it was," Yoruha replied with a grin, picking up a sake flask from the table.He took a swig—sharp and burning down his throat.

The taste brought back echoes of his past life—of another world entirely.

He lowered the flask slowly and said,

"That was two years ago.Back then, I was weak.But now?"

"No."

Fuma didn't hesitate. He shook his head and took the flask from Yoruha, drinking from it himself.

"Training chakra isn't like drinking sake. You know that.And I can't help you with this."

Yoruha didn't stop smiling.

He reached out and gently took the flask back from his uncle's hand.

His eyes gleamed—a flicker of light beneath their surface.

"Of course I understand," he said softly."That's exactly why I came to you."

"Because right now, while I'm still a child—you're the only one who'll believe in me."