Chapter 3

As Tsunade continued to speak, her voice a melodious backdrop to Jiro's contemplation, he found himself lost in her radiant smile. It was a heartwarming expression, one that seemed to carry the innocence and purity of childhood. Yet, his introspection caused him to inadvertently ignore her words.

A nudge from Tsunade's tiny hand on his shoulder brought him back to the present. Her big brown eyes glistened with curiosity and perhaps a hint of annoyance. 'Hey, it's ungrateful not to introduce yourself after somebody introduced themselves,' she chided playfully.

Jiro cleared his throat, offering an apologetic smile. 'Sorry, Tsunade-san. I wasn't paying attention. My name is Jiro.'

Tsunade let out an intrigued 'Hmm' before turning and running off into the park with the same energy that had initially drawn Jiro to her. Her earlier irritation seemed to have dissipated.

Jiro watched her go, a mix of emotions swirling within him. He chastised himself for not giving her the attention .

Observing the oddly empty village, Jiro's memories attempted to fill in the gaps. "It's the period of war," he mumbled, realization dawning. The absence of people and children in the park was a stark reminder of the tumultuous times that defined this era in the Shinobi world.

With a deep breath, Jiro decided it was time to return home. His mind was a whirlwind of unanswered questions about his wishes, his parents, and the strange scroll given to him by the Hokage. As he walked through the quiet streets, he contemplated the events that had led him here.

Arriving at his house, Jiro began a meticulous search for the scroll he believed would hold the key to understanding his newfound abilities and the extent of his fuinjutsu talents. It was a seemingly odd gift from the Hokage, considering Jiro's age and lack of prior connections to the village's elite.

Muttering to himself in a hushed tone, Jiro voiced his thoughts. "It's still strange how they allowed a three-year-old to live alone, and why did the Hokage have this scroll? My parents weren't even remotely connected to the Senju or the Hokage. There's more to this, I'm sure of it."

With determination burning in his eyes, Jiro finally found the scroll concealed beneath his bed. It was a momentous discovery, as he unfurled the parchment with trembling hands.

As he read the characters, something extraordinary happened. Jiro's eyes widened, and he began to chuckle uncontrollably, his laughter echoing through the quiet house. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA… I knew it! I can understand what's written here!"

The words on the scroll seemed to come to life, their meanings crystallizing in Jiro's mind. It was as though the knowledge had been woven into his very being. He understood the intricacies of the seal, its purpose.

Jiro muttered, his voice a mixture of awe and joy. "Now fuinjutsu iIt's like child's play to me"

It was a revelation that filled him with boundless excitement. The wish he had made, to have the highest level of talent in fuinjutsu, had become a reality beyond his wildest expectations. With this newfound power, he could shape the world to his desires, unrivaled and unstoppable.

Jiro's grin widened as he contemplated the future. "I will become so powerful that not even the Ōtsutsuki can match me."

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