Naruto: In the name of the Senju, he made the ninja world tremble.

The warm sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves of the tall old trees in the courtyard of the Senju ancestral home, casting dappled light and shadow on the bluestone slabs of the courtyard.

Senju Momoka sat on a soft couch under the eaves, holding a withered old object in her hand. It was a wooden carving of the Senju family crest. The seventy-year-old woman was in poor spirits today and looked somewhat sickly.

A steady, rhythmic sound of footsteps approached from afar, neither deliberately concealed nor ostentatious, revealing the thoughtful nature of the person who came.

"Lady Senju Momoka, I apologize for my intrusion and apologize for disturbing you."

Mitokado Yan did not barge in directly, but stood outside the door and bowed slightly to greet her.

Senju Momoka slowly raised her eyes to look at the square-faced Mitokado Homura. Perhaps due to poor eyesight, she carefully examined him before nodding slightly, her voice aged yet clear:

"Mitokado Homura, it's rare for you to come to my quiet place. Come in."

After receiving permission, Mitokado Homura slowly entered the house. He knew the weight of the old woman in front of him. She was the living history book of the Senju and Konoha, and the link between the many small clans and common ninjas in Konoha. As an advisor, he dared not be negligent in the slightest.

After the maid served tea and left, Mitokado Homura slowly spoke, getting straight to the point, but with a serious tone: "I have come today to ask Lady Momoka about something concerning Konoha's Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, Uzumaki Naruto."

The word "vortex" seemed to have stirred something in Granny Momoka's nerves. Her aged face regained some of its vitality, and she looked sharply at Mitokado Yanagi.

"You and Hiruzen are really thoughtful. Uzumaki... Uzumaki, well, well, otherwise it would be disrespectful to the Fourth Hokage in name only."

Mitokado Homura could naturally hear the sarcasm in Granny Momoka's words, but he felt no displeasure. Putting aside the other party's identity, even though this matter was for the sake of the village, it was indeed somewhat inhumane. His shamelessness was still inferior to that of Shimura Danzo.

Just as he was about to speak again, calm footsteps came from outside, and a figure appeared at the door. "Grandma Taohua, I'm back."

Mitomon Homura turned his head and looked at Chiba, who had just changed into casual clothes. Perhaps the sunlight was too bright today, because even someone as composed as him seemed to be in a daze.

A black, tight-fitting inner layer was covered by a long, navy blue haori. Perhaps because the weather was still a bit chilly, a fluffy white fur collar adorned the collar.

"I will be the bait, of course. From now on, you will be the protectors of the village and the inheritors of the Will of Fire."

The words of parting from many years ago seemed to reappear clearly in Mitokado Homura's ears at this moment. Although he knew it was an illusion, he could not stop it.

"Senju Senba, the future head of my Senju clan," Granny Momoka introduced calmly. "Senba, this is Konoha advisor, Mitokado Homura."

Chiyu stepped forward, bowed, and said in a respectful but not arrogant manner, "Junior Chiyu greets Advisor Mitomon Homura."

"No need for formalities." Mitokado Homura raised his hand in a gesture of support, his gaze lingering on him for a moment, his eyes flashing with complex emotions, a mixture of admiration and wariness.

Their teacher dedicated himself to dismantling the Senju clan and guarding against the Uchiha clan. Now, they have inherited their teacher's legacy and cannot afford to relax their efforts.

However, since the main purpose of his visit today was to see the Nine-Tails, Mitokado Homura suppressed these complicated emotions and looked at Granny Momoka before speaking.

"Lord Tao Hua, the Nine-Tails' power within that child is too violent. Even if he were still an infant, it would be impossible to suppress the Nine-Tails even in ten years. If it were to go out of control, the consequences would be unimaginable."

He paused, then looked earnestly at Granny Momoka, "When Lady Mito and Kushina were alive, although they left behind information on controlling the tailed beasts, they never actually did it. And you have a close relationship with these two."

"So I have come here today to ask for your advice on how to guide and restrain a young Jinchūriki, how to prevent him from being devoured by a Tailed Beast, and how to prevent the Nine-Tails from going out of control and bringing disaster to Konoha again."

Mitomon's arguments were clear and well-considered, with not a single word spoken for his own selfish interests; every word was from the perspective of the village's safety.

Senju Momoka remained silent for a moment, her withered fingers gently tapping the armrest.

"If you had a higher talent for ninjutsu and your family could provide you with power, perhaps the second clan head would have passed the Hokage position to you, Momokazu."

The old man immediately saw through his deeper thoughts: "What you want to know isn't guidance and restraint, but how to 'control' this child, right?"

Mitokado Yan did not deny it, but he fell forward, his forehead touching the ground and his face down, so his expression could not be seen.

"Lady Momoka, the safety of the village is paramount. Naruto is the village's last line of defense, and I must leave behind a foolproof plan for the village."

A scroll was tossed next to Homura Mitokado with a thud. "Tailed beasts are uncontrollable, so even Jinchuriki have no way to control them. The Uzumaki clan has a special constitution that allows them to suppress the Nine-Tails. Here are some methods to help suppress the Nine-Tails. The rest depends on how much of the Uzumaki constitution that child inherits."

Granny Momoka's words made Mitokado Homura's heart tighten. Naruto had golden hair, so it seemed that his future susceptibility to the Uzumaki physique was probably worrying.

However, he also knew that this was the end of it. Granny Momoka had given all the help she could, and by not getting involved in the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki matter, it was probably the best outcome for Konoha.

So, for the rest of the time, Mitomon Homura consulted Granny Momoka about the parts of the scroll that she didn't understand, so as not to bother her again in the near future.

A moment later, Mitokado Homura got up to take his leave.

"I feel guilty for disturbing Lady Tao Hua for so long today, so I will take my leave now."

He turned to look at Chiyu, and suddenly took out a small scroll from his pocket and handed it to her. "Nice to meet you. This is a gift from your elder to you. Although it can't compare to the Third Hokage's, it will still be of some help to you in terms of ninja tools."

The gift was not expensive, but it was extremely practical. It not only reflected the elders' care for the younger generation, but its value did not exceed that of the gift given by the third generation. It was clear that the gift was well-prepared.

Meticulous, thorough, and flawless, Chiba looked at the gentle-faced Mitokado Yan in front of her, placing his level of danger above Danzo in her mind. "Thank you for the gift, advisor. Chiba will study it carefully."

Mitomon En nodded slightly, turned and left with steady steps, until he walked out of the Senju family home with composure, without making any unnecessary movements.

"How did the pneumothorax go?"

Not far from the Senju family ancestral home, Koharu Utatane was waiting for Homura Mitokado. Upon seeing him, she immediately went up to him and asked him questions.

Mitokado Homura didn't say anything, but simply handed her the scroll, indicating that the mission had been successfully completed.

"Did you encounter any unexpected situation?"

As expected of her longtime partner, Koharu Utatane clearly sensed that something was wrong with Homura Mitokado, and looked at him with a slight frown.

"It's nothing, I just miss my teacher a little."

Mitokado Homura pushed up his glasses, looked at the ninja hawks flying above Konoha, and responded with a somewhat sad tone.