Naruto: Starting by Reading Minds in Naruto

Shikaku processed document after document beside Tonbo and reached an unexpected conclusion.

Tonbo would not be a bad Hokage.

He had produced no dazzling political victory, but every decision aimed at the same clear result: stabilize Konoha until the immediate danger passed. That steadiness suited a village under reconstruction.

Tsunade remained the stronger permanent candidate. Her name, seniority, and reputation made the choice obvious. Shikaku was nevertheless relieved to know that Tonbo could hold the office without disaster.

Koharu and Homura, who continued observing him through their own channels, reached much the same judgment. Their only serious complaint was how forcefully Tonbo demanded access to the Scroll of Seals.

Even as Acting Hokage, he had still needed authorization from Konoha’s senior advisers. Danzō no longer shared that authority, leaving the two elders to decide. They agreed partly because refusing would encourage Tonbo to neglect the office out of irritation. Once Jiraiya returned with Tsunade, they could close the archive again. In their view, even Hiruzen’s old foundation would not let Tonbo master many forbidden techniques before then.

A new intelligence packet reached Shikaku.

”Lord Hokage, our spies have completed their first report on Otogakure in the Land of Rice Fields. How do you want to proceed?”

Sound had supplied one of the main forces that attacked Konoha. Rice Country had given the hidden village territory, food, roads, and political shelter. Whether its daimyō understood Orochimaru’s complete plan did not erase that support.

The spies’ maps showed training compounds disguised as agricultural storehouses, underground routes between villages, and supply purchases far beyond the needs of the local population. Some officials claimed the facilities belonged to independent contractors. Others admitted they had welcomed a hidden village that promised protection without the cost of building one themselves.

Tonbo read the report.

”Warn the daimyō that Otogakure must be dissolved. Konoha shinobi will receive passage through Rice Country to search for Orochimaru and his bases. At the same time, the action places pressure on Wind Country while the alliance terms are negotiated.”

That was the sorrow of a small country. Rice lacked the force to reject a great village after helping the side that lost. Weakness meant stronger neighbors could make punishment look like procedure.

Tonbo did not pretend otherwise. Rice had trusted Orochimaru and now would pay for being deceived. The situation helped him understand Nagato’s hatred of Konoha—and of the wars in which great countries repeatedly converted smaller lands into battlefields. Many shinobi who survived those wars probably carried the same grievance.

”They will not dare resist openly,” Shikaku said. ”Rice was at fault first and lacks the strength. They may delay while Sound removes evidence. Who should lead our team?”

”Aburame Shibi. His abilities fit the terrain and the search. He has no current mission.”

The order would include trackers, seal specialists, and a messenger capable of reaching the border if Sound disrupted ordinary communication. Shibi would gather evidence, identify abandoned facilities, and locate anyone trying to move Orochimaru’s research. If Rice obeyed quickly, the mission could remain an inspection. If it delayed, the same team could guide the larger force Konoha would send next.

Shibi’s insects could spread through forests, farms, tunnels, and hidden facilities without announcing the team’s location. His strength also gave him a chance to survive if the search actually encountered Orochimaru.

The Aburame were exceptionally reliable.

Tonbo reviewed the available squads before signing. He had begun to understand the difference between possessing authority and enjoying it.

Every mission order placed Konoha lives at risk. A name on the page decided who crossed a border and whose family might receive a death notice. The Hokage could not hide from that consequence by calling it routine.

Tonbo was not sentimental about death. He had fought in the Third Shinobi World War, killed enemies, and watched allies fall. His heart was already hard. He also knew the future course of the story and had allowed many deaths to approach without changing them, because he considered those events separate from his own hand.

The office changed that distance.

He could estimate survival probabilities, compare squads, and choose the person most likely to succeed. None of those calculations erased the fact that the chosen shinobi had a name. A leader who forgot that could spend subordinates as casually as kunai. A leader who remembered too sharply might become unable to send anyone at all.

If a shinobi died because Tonbo assigned the mission, the decision belonged partly to him. One order could kill not one person but an entire team, or trigger a confrontation that killed hundreds. The sense of responsibility was completely different from watching an event he knew would occur.

Power over the village came with responsibility for the lives spent beneath it.

Tonbo wanted Tsunade to return as quickly as possible. Leading the Analysis Team, teaching juniors, and protecting his family were easier burdens. When a subordinate died on an ordinary mission, he did not feel as if the whole chain began with his pen.

He had never wanted to be Hokage. Now he wanted it even less.

”No other urgent matter,” Shikaku said after the Rice order. ”But the spies inside Konoha are moving again. Several appear to be trying to send current casualty information outside the village. ANBU must pay special attention.”

No hidden village could eliminate every spy. Layers of screening reduced infiltration without ending it, and Konoha used the same methods against its rivals. During the present weakness, preventing accurate reports from leaving was essential.

”Understood. I will assign an investigation.”

When the day’s urgent work ended, Tonbo left the Tower and walked through the village.

Knowledge returned from his Shadow Clones in steady waves. Each dispersed copy delivered hours of research into his mind. Tonbo had already absorbed the memories of countless enemies through his techniques; a handful of his own research sessions could not overwhelm him. His step did not even falter.

Multiple Shadow Clone felt liberating. With sufficient chakra, he could investigate several ninjutsu at once and still retain time for his own life. All he needed was to create new copies periodically and collect the progress.

Konoha continued rebuilding around him. Carpenters raised frames, residents cleared streets, and temporary roofs slowly gave way to permanent ones. Complete recovery would still take time.

Near one repair site, Tonbo heard a familiar voice.

”Our son will become a powerful shinobi.”

”Becoming as good as his father would already be wonderful,” a woman replied.

”I want him to become as great as the Hokage.”

Hijiri Shimon stood beside his wife, who held their plump infant son. Tonbo approached with a smile.

”Shimon, it has been too long. Your child is already this large.”

”Captain Tonbo—” Shimon saw the formal escort farther down the street and corrected himself. ”Lord Hokage.”

Respect entered his voice, and an uncomfortable distance followed it. To an ordinary shinobi, even an Acting Hokage stood almost as high as the sky. Tonbo was no longer merely his former superior.

Before the appointment, Shimon would have joked about old missions or complained that Tonbo vanished whenever paperwork appeared. Now every sentence passed through the awareness that the listener could command his unit, alter his pay, or send him across a border. The title changed a casual encounter even when Tonbo made no use of it.

”This is my son,” Shimon said proudly. ”He will become a great person like you someday.”

”Of course he will. But do not become so formal. I am only the Acting Hokage, and the true office is still far from me.”

Shimon shook his head. ”Acting or not, you are Hokage. Receiving your blessing is an honor for him.”

Tonbo looked at the infant and thought of how quickly the years had passed. A former teammate now had a child of his own. Kakashi and Guy, by comparison, remained hopelessly single.

He offered the blessing Shimon wanted, even as the title between them made their old familiarity harder to reach.