Naruto :Madam, You Don’t Want Anything To Happen To Sasuke, Right?

Uchiha Haru sat in his room, pondering a curious question: was this merely a coincidence, or had he stumbled upon something extraordinary?

Was it really possible to benefit from intimacy—not just emotionally, but spiritually?

He mulled it over in silence until—

Knock knock knock!

A sharp knock disrupted his thoughts.

"Is Minister Haru here?"

"What is it?" Haru asked without rising.

"Lord Mizukage requests your presence," the voice outside said.

"Understood."

In the blink of an eye, Uchiha Haru vanished from the room. When he reappeared, he was already standing inside the Mizukage's office.

"You're here."

Mei Terumi didn't look the slightest bit surprised. She had long since grown used to Haru's sudden arrivals.

The Flying Thunder God Technique—an ancient, space-time ninjutsu once wielded by the Fourth Hokage—was as mysterious as it was convenient.

Haru casually nodded to Mei and sat down across from her without ceremony.

"What is it?" he asked.

Mei didn't mind his lack of formality. Since ascending to the position of Fifth Mizukage, she had known exactly how precarious her title was—and who had cleared her path to power.

Though she held the official title, everyone in Kirigakure knew that the real stabilizing force was not her, but the man sitting before her.

"There's something I wanted to inform you about," she began. "—the Six-Tails—has been successfully sealed into the body of that little Uzumaki girl you brought back from the Land of Grass. The compatibility is very high."

"If nothing unexpected happens, she'll grow into a perfect Jinchūriki for the Hidden Mist."

"Oh?" Haru raised an eyebrow. "Is that all?"

If this was the extent of the news, a messenger would've sufficed. It wasn't enough to warrant a personal summons.

"There's something else."

Mei personally poured him a cup of tea.

"In three years, Konoha will be hosting a large-scale Chūnin Exam," she said. "Young shinobi from the Five Great Nations and several smaller ones will participate. As one of the Five Great Villages, Kirigakure cannot afford to sit out."

Mei's tone grew more serious.

"Among the five villages, Konoha, Kumogakure, and Iwagakure are currently the strongest. Kirigakure and Sunagakure lag behind."

"After suffering under the bloody reign of the Fourth Mizukage—who, as we now know, was being manipulated by the masked man—our strength and reputation have plummeted. Some even consider us weaker than Sunagakure."

"The upcoming Chūnin Exam is our best chance to prove otherwise. I want to use this stage to show the world that Kirigakure is no longer what it used to be."

She looked directly at Haru.

"I need your help."

So it's come to this.

Haru didn't need her to explain further.

The Chūnin Exams were more than just a promotion ritual. They were political showcases—power plays wrapped in the guise of friendly competition. Young shinobi gathered not merely to test skills but to demonstrate the next generation's potential.

In the original timeline, even with the presence of prodigies from all the major villages, only Shikamaru Nara had been promoted.

That alone spoke volumes about the difficulty and importance of the exams.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Mei clapped her hands lightly.

The door opened, and three young shinobi entered.

Haru recognized all of them.

First was Kimimaro, the heir of the Kaguya Clan, known for his rare kekkei genkai—Shikotsumyaku.

Second was Uzumaki Karin, freshly returned from the Land of Grass. She had just become the Jinchūriki of the Six-Tails, Saiken.

And third was a quiet boy with short gray-blue hair, black-framed glasses, and a massive blade strapped to his back.

Chōjūrō—the sword prodigy hailed as the future of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist.

They bowed respectfully.

"Lord Mizukage! Minister Haru!"

Mei gave them a small nod, then turned to Haru.

"These three are the most promising of our next generation," she said. "In three years, they'll be old enough to participate in the Chūnin Exams."

"I want you to be their teacher. Train them in ninjutsu. Mold them into weapons that can carry the name of Kirigakure."

"If you do this, we'll surely stand out at the Chūnin Exams."

Kimimaro, Karin, and Chōjūrō all turned to Haru with hopeful eyes.

They might be young, but they weren't ignorant.

They knew exactly who held true power in Kirigakure.

Terumi Mei?

A powerful kunoichi, no doubt—wielder of both Lava Release and Boil Release kekkei genkai. She had great potential.

But she was still developing.

The strongest shinobi in the village wasn't the one with the Mizukage title.

Kagugya clan head Possessing the kekkei genkai known as Shikotsumyaku

The head of the Kaguya Clan was always considered a powerful force. For generations, the leader of the Kaguya Clan was regarded as the strongest person in the Hidden Mist Village.

But now, everything has changed.

The emergence of Uchiha Haru completely redefined that title. There was no longer any doubt—he was the strongest in the Hidden Mist Village.

What terrified everyone even more was that Uchiha Haru's strength seemed boundless.

They all knew Haru was powerful.

But how powerful? No one could say for certain.

Not long ago, Kakuzu and Hidan of the Akatsuki infiltrated the Mist to target the Six-Tails' Jinchūriki. Both were exceptionally dangerous—S-rank missing-nin with countless lives taken.

The Fifth Mizukage, Mei Terumi; the Six-Tails' Jinchūriki, Utakata; and Ao, a Byakugan user, teamed up against them. Even so, the three of them were overwhelmed. They couldn't gain the upper hand.

But then—

Haru arrived.

With the manifestation of a massive Susanoo and a towering wooden dragon—techniques once thought lost to history—he crushed the two Akatsuki members with terrifying precision. Kakuzu and Hidan, who had been toying with Mei Terumi's team, were annihilated in front of the village's eyes.

They didn't even have a chance to retaliate.

This level of power… no one could have imagined it until they saw it for themselves.

It was beyond terrifying. It was surreal.

And yet, it happened right before them—unfolding like a nightmare wrapped in awe.

This wasn't even considering the feats Haru accomplished when purging the corrupt factions within the Hidden Mist. If one were to learn even a fragment of his abilities, they'd breeze through the Chūnin Exams.

Yet when asked about becoming a teacher, Haru simply shook his head and said, "Maybe I'm not suited to be a teacher."

Standing nearby, Kimimaro, Karin, and Chōjūrō all looked crestfallen.

They had grown up hearing legends of Uchiha Haru—the man who reshaped the Mist with his bare hands. They admired him, revered him, dreamed of training under him.

To them, he wasn't just a hero. He was an ideal.

And now…

"Minister Haru, you…"

Mei Terumi had expected Haru to decline politely, maybe offer some vague excuse. She hadn't expected such bluntness. The impact on the three gifted young shinobi was obvious. Their spirits visibly sank.

Kimimaro stepped forward and bowed deeply.

"Minister Haru, we swear we will learn all we can. Please… become our sensei. Teach us ninjutsu!"

Karin and Chōjūrō followed without hesitation, bowing in unison.

"Please believe in us, Minister Haru," Karin said, her voice shaking slightly. "We won't let you down!"

Their voices were still youthful—unseasoned—but filled with sincerity.

"Minister Haru, please reconsider," Mei added, trying again.

Haru approached the three, placing a hand gently on each of their shoulders.

"You'll all become excellent shinobi," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "But being a teacher is not easy. And I'm not the right person to guide you."

"You should find someone better suited to that role."

"You must understand this."

He turned to look at Mei Terumi. His gaze was calm but resolute.

Haru had never been one to enjoy company. He disliked being disturbed, disliked unnecessary noise. He was still deep in the process of mastering Sage Arts. His training demanded isolation, precision, patience. The life of a teacher—dealing with students day after day—was simply not something he had room for.

"But…"

Mei knew he was right. Every word Haru spoke was true.

Still, she couldn't help but feel disappointed.

Because when it came to Uchiha Haru, there was no such thing as "suitable" or "unsuitable."

There was only one question—did he want to do it?

If Haru ever decided to commit to something, no matter how impossible it seemed, he would succeed.

That's who he was.

But she also knew that once Haru made up his mind, there was no changing it. No amount of pleading or persuasion would sway him.

So in the end, Mei sighed softly, keeping her disappointment to herself.

"Minister Haru…"

The children's hopes crumbled, and their faces reflected that heartbreak. Karin's face turned bright red; she bit her lip, struggling not to cry. Her large red eyes welled up with tears.

She looked utterly crushed.

To her, Haru wasn't just a role model—he was something closer to salvation. He'd brought her to the village, recognizing the potential in her unique chakra and sensory abilities. Ever since, she'd held him in a place of deep affection and awe.

But then—

"…However."

"I may not be fit to be a full-time teacher. But if you ever run into trouble in your training—if there's something you truly can't figure out—you may come to me."

Haru's voice cut through the silence.

The words weren't loud, but they carried weight. And within them was a promise—not of instruction, but of guidance.

He didn't say it out of pity. These children weren't just pitiful—they were gifted. The kind of talent worth investing in, even if only from the sidelines.

Who knew? In the future, they might play critical roles.

But detailed, patient teaching? That wasn't something Haru had the temperament for.

When he finished speaking, Mei's face brightened instantly. She clapped her hands together, smiling.

"Well? Aren't you going to thank Minister Haru?"

They had all thought it was over.

But now, there was a sliver of hope.

It wasn't the mentorship they dreamed of—but it was still a connection.

"Thank you, sensei!"

All three bowed again, this time louder, their voices filled with determination and joy.

They even changed their way of addressing him—from "Minister Haru" to "sensei."

It was a small thing, but meaningful.

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