Morning sunlight streamed gently across the rooftops of Konoha, scattering golden rays onto the stone-paved streets below. The early market buzzed to life. Voices of vendors, hurried footsteps of shinobi heading to missions—all blended into a familiar harmony of everyday life.
Satoru walked lazily, hands behind his head. Beside him strode Eren, stoic as ever—his sharp eyes scanning everything around them like a predator surveying new territory.
It wasn't a special day.
But deep down, Satoru could feel it.
Moments like this—peaceful, fleeting—never last.
"Hey, big bro. Wanna go check on the kids today?"
Eren glanced over and gave a slight nod.
Obito's House – Secrets Unveiled
When they arrived at Obito's place, the door was still shut, but from within came a flurry of murmured tension.
"The moonlight reflects your face… delicate like a cherry blossom's grace…"
Satoru raised an eyebrow and slowly nudged the door open.
And there he was—Obito, hunched over his desk, pen in hand, cheeks flushed, his eyes sparkling with unspoken dreams.
"…Love poetry?"
A bemused voice came from behind.
Eren leaned in, narrowed his eyes, and skimmed the page on the table.
Obito jumped up, spinning around like a startled cat, face redder than a tomato.
"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING HERE?!"
Too late.
Eren had already snatched the paper and leapt onto the roof, eyes shimmering with mischief.
"Hmm… let's take a look…"
Obito screamed, drew a kunai, and launched it like a berserker.
"ERRREEEEEN!! GIVE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW!!!"
Eren laughed, dodging effortlessly, and read louder:
"Rin-chan… your eyes shine like the moon through the darkest night…"
Obito shrieked like a cornered animal.
"STOOOOOPPPP READING THAT!!!"
Satoru stood on the side, arms crossed, thoroughly enjoying the chaos.
"I've seen a lot of ninja in my life…
But a shinobi writing love poems during work hours? Now that's a rare breed."
Just then, Obito's grandmother, a sweet-looking old woman, came to the door. She chuckled gently at the scene.
"Satoru-kun, Eren-kun. Come inside, boys. I made something nice for lunch—eat with us, won't you?"
Satoru's eyes lit up.
"Obaa-san, you're the best! I love you!"
Obito roared:
"SENSEI, THAT'S NOT THE POINT OF ALL THIS!!!"
A Warm Meal – The Feeling of Family
Lunch that day was… chaotic.
Obito sulked in the corner, face still red, glaring daggers at Eren as he chewed his rice.
Kakashi, as always, remained calm—but poked fun at Obito whenever he could.
Gai rambled endlessly about the fire of youth, until Rin and Asuma had to stuff his mouth with rice to shut him up.
Shisui quietly watched everyone, his eyes gleaming with something hard to define—longing.
A family.
There was nothing fancy about the meal.
But the warmth… was real.
Satoru, naturally, didn't hold back. He devoured everything on the table, leaving Obito's grandmother chuckling and Obito… mildly traumatized.
"Sensei, what even is your stomach?! A black hole?!"
Satoru just rubbed his belly and grinned.
"If you can eat, you're blessed, kid."
Still, something gnawed at him deep inside.
I'm getting taller again… Already 1.87m…
Is it the body's physiology?
What if… this weird bloodline starts going out of control?
He swallowed hard.
"Damn it. I do not want to become a three-meter-tall mutant…"
A Meeting with the Mist Village Team
That afternoon, Satoru, Eren, and Renji visited the Mist Village shinobi staying at a local inn.
They'd heard.
Kushimaru Kuriarare had been captured.
They had also seen the Great Water Dragon that Satoru summoned last night.
Some of them admired him.
Others… wanted a rematch.
When Satoru walked in, Mei Terumi—the girl destined to be Mizukage—locked eyes with him, unblinking.
"Hey. What's with that look, kid?"
Mei blinked. Then smirked playfully.
"Satoru-san… I think you're very interesting."
A shiver ran down his spine.
Yep. She was very interested.
Kisame stood nearby, arms crossed, studying him with a predator's calm.
This guy was strong.
Too strong.
But also…
Exciting.
Kakuzu, Kubina, and Ameyuri also watched him with curiosity.
They had seen the fight.
They'd seen the Colossal Water Dragon rip through the night sky.
Not everyone admired him, though.
"You're strong, Satoru-san…"
"But I'll bring you down."
Kakuzu clenched his fists, eyes full of resolve.
Satoru smirked faintly.
Good… these kids have fire.
Preparing for the Duel – A Talk with Renji
After the meeting, Renji and Satoru stood off to the side, watching the next generation train.
As a seasoned teacher, Renji couldn't help but worry about the upcoming friendly match.
"You're sure about letting them fight without restrictions? No adjustments?"
Satoru folded his arms, gaze calm and resolute.
"Renji-sensei, this isn't a game.
They're shinobi. Sooner or later, they'll have to stand on their own feet."
Renji watched him for a moment, then sighed.
"I get it. But remember—war is still out there.
A defeat now could crush their confidence… especially if their opponents go all out."
Satoru gave a soft smile, his eyes flashing sharp.
"Then I'll teach them…"
"…that a shinobi isn't defined by wins or losses."
Renji looked at him, quietly impressed.
"I'm beginning to see why the Hokage values you so highly."
Satoru said nothing.
He didn't care about winning.
His students were each a rare flame. Each had their own path.
What mattered most—
Was what they learned after the battle.
Night Training – Battling with Haki
Satoru didn't head home.
Instead, he slipped into the western forest—where his students continued to train.
Flickering campfires cast long shadows on tired, determined faces.
Obito, Kakashi, Gai, Rin, Shisui, Asuma—
All of them pushing to awaken Haki.
"Sensei! This is too hard!"
Kakashi groaned, drenched in sweat.
"Huh? You know how to complain?"
Obito teased—before collapsing a second later.
"Ugh! My head! I can't sense anything!"
Gai stood firm, fists clenched… but his knees were shaking.
"This is the trial of youth!!!"
Satoru stepped forward, arms crossed.
"Haki isn't something you pick up overnight.
It's not like ninjutsu or taijutsu."
He sat down, eyes warm and serious.
"It demands endless discipline.
You have to know yourself—your emotions, your will, your patience."
Obito frowned.
"But I still don't feel anything, sensei!"
Satoru chuckled and flicked his forehead.
"No one gets it on the first try. Don't give up."
He glanced around at each of them, then said softly:
"Remember—this power may be what saves your life in battle."
The air grew heavy.
No one spoke.
But deep inside, a fire ignited.
They didn't want to be left behind.
They didn't want to be burdens.
They wanted to be strong.
Satoru – A Teacher to Believe In
Satoru watched his students.
And in his heart, something stirred.
I used to be weak, too.
Sitting behind a computer screen… running from reality.
But now—
He smiled faintly, fingers curling into fists.
Now I can protect the people that matter.
He rose, brushed off his cloak, and turned toward the forest path.
Behind him—
The sounds of training continued:
Ragged breathing.
Fists slamming into wood.
Feet pounding earth.
A peaceful night—
Before the storm.
🔥 END OF CHAPTER 113 🔥