Naruto: I'm Really Not an Evil Uchiha!

Better ninjutsu is either reserved for those with outstanding contributions or strictly passed down within the clan, not to outsiders.

Sakura, who belongs to Team 7 alongside Sasuke and Naruto, possesses Earth, Water, Yin, and Yang chakra natures, yet she only uses Yang-based ninjutsu. The techniques she knows were all taught by Tsunade. If Tsunade hadn't taken her as a disciple, what impressive ninjutsu would Sakura have learned on her own?

Even if Sakura is portrayed as an academic genius with exceptional chakra control, it's meaningless without access to resources, which only leads to wasted potential.

"Tomorrow, I might be leaving for a mission. I'll be gone for a long time."

Nono Yakushi looked at Shimizu's sunny smile and was momentarily dazed. For personal reasons, she had grown fond of this... young boy. The time she spent with Shimizu had been harmonious and comfortable.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. After completing numerous assassination missions for Danzo Shimura, he had finally agreed to let Nono return. She had saved enough money to open an orphanage.

She should have left a week ago, but she had delayed it until now, hoping Shimizu could learn as much as possible while she was still around to answer his questions.

"So... when will you be back?" Shimizu paused. It seemed the time for Nono Yakushi's departure had finally come.

"I don't know, but if fate allows, we'll meet again."

At the Uchiha settlement, Shimizu's hand glowed faintly green as he healed a piece of pork. A deep cut, exposing bone, healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This was a special piece of pork, stored in a culture chamber to maintain its vitality. The healing process drew on the remaining life energy within the meat, ensuring that every ounce of energy was fully utilized. Once accustomed to this method, applying it to human bodies would yield twice the results with half the effort.

"An orphanage, huh..." Shimizu sighed. This was Nono Yakushi's personal decision, and he didn't feel right stopping her.

After having a meal together, she left Konohagakure. No matter what, Nono had taught Shimizu a lot, even if his initial intentions for approaching her weren't pure.

Yet, as long as it didn't harm his interests, Shimizu couldn't just stand by and watch Nono be driven to her death by Danzo. Shimizu didn't consider himself a good person, but he also wouldn't let someone who had helped him die in vain.

"Coo coo." A white dove flew in from the eaves, shaking its smooth feathers, and pecked at the pork's surface. Shimizu continued channeling chakra as the dove ate.

His chakra depleted rapidly, and the green light in his hands grew brighter. The reason he could memorize so much medical knowledge in a short time was due to a simulator that provided him with these memories. Through this method, he had also acquired several medical ninjutsu techniques.

The one he was using now was his strongest medical ninjutsu: Mystical Palm Technique (an A-rank medical jutsu). By activating the cells in the wound, it could heal injuries within five minutes. Only a few medical ninjas could master it.

Shimizu could easily qualify as a medical ninja in logistics and was simply waiting for the next war to apply.

From outside the courtyard, Uchiha Tekka's voice called out: "Shimizu, Lord Fugaku wants to see you!"

"Got it," Shimizu responded. His study of medical ninjutsu under Nono Yakushi hadn't escaped the notice of the Uchiha clan. Months ago, Fugaku had already spoken to him.

Shimizu had revealed a portion of his talent for medical ninjutsu to avoid being accused of idleness. Unexpectedly, Fugaku hadn't opposed it and even regarded him as a rare genius within the Uchiha clan.

Shimizu could still recall Fugaku's excited expression, as if seeing a torchbearer in the darkness. Fugaku likely knew from the Uchiha Stone Tablet—or perhaps because he had a Mangekyō Sharingan himself—that the Mangekyō would eventually lead to blindness.

In the increasingly tense relations between the Uchiha and Konohagakure, Fugaku understood that if the Uchiha clan wanted greater power, they would need to unlock the Mangekyō Sharingan. However, the price of doing so was eventual blindness.

Regardless of whether the Mangekyō's abilities were used, the passage of time would gradually erode one's vision, leading to complete darkness. This was why the Uchiha bloodline limit was often considered a curse. The Mangekyō's blindness was a clan secret known to few outsiders.

In this context, the sudden appearance of a talented medical ninja within the clan naturally excited Fugaku.

After cutting the pork into smaller pieces, Shimizu instructed the dove to keep an eye on the house in case Danzo sent someone to tamper with it. He then packed his things and headed to the meeting place.

His height had shot up, resembling that of an 11 or 12-year-old boy. Many of his old clothes no longer fit. Pants that once reached his heels now barely passed as cropped pants.

Half an hour later, at Fugaku's house:

Shimizu arrived at the gate of a traditional Japanese courtyard with a bag of tomatoes in hand. Delivering fruit to Nono Yakushi had become a habit for him, and he liked to bring a small gift when visiting others.

"Fugaku is waiting inside. Come in," said a plump, elegant woman from the veranda. She paused in hanging up laundry and smiled warmly at Shimizu.

She was dressed in traditional housewife attire, exuding a gentle aura.

"Lady Mikoto, I brought some tomatoes as thanks for all your kindness." Shimizu handed over the bag with a smile. His handsome features, accentuated by his black hair, gave him an innocent, boyish charm.

"You didn't have to, Shimizu. It's already kind of you to visit." Mikoto stopped her chores and invited Shimizu inside. As she looked at him, her thoughts wandered, and her gaze softened with a trace of maternal affection.

Shimizu, whose parents were both low-ranking ninjas, had been orphaned in the war. Despite this, he had grown into a cheerful boy with a kind heart. According to Fugaku, he even possessed the compassion of a doctor.

However, Mikoto couldn't shake the feeling that his gaze toward her was... odd. Shaking her head, she dismissed her thoughts as nonsense.

Shimizu, meanwhile, discreetly observed Mikoto, particularly her abdomen. Her stomach was flat—she wasn't pregnant yet.

"So, Itachi hasn't been conceived," Shimizu murmured. While Shisui's birth was inevitable and he couldn't interfere, Itachi's arrival hadn't yet been set in motion. Was there a way to prevent his birth entirely?

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