For the first time, Iruka found himself truly admiring Moyu.
It became clear to him that Moyu harbored no hidden agenda—only the genuine intent to draw out the potential of the two boys under his care.
Watching their growth, Iruka realized that Moyu was not just powerful, but qualified—remarkably so—to teach. Every parent and instructor present felt a quiet sting of embarrassment. Uchiha Sasuke, long regarded as the class prodigy, had never shown progress this swift. And Naruto—once dismissed as the hopeless tail of the class—had now risen to stand beside him.
No one could have imagined it. The boy who once failed the simplest Clone Technique now ranked alongside the village's finest, taking the top position under Moyu's tutelage. Both Naruto and Sasuke had charged through every trial, surpassing all expectations until they stood first among their peers.
Each exam had been passed with flawless scores. Sasuke defeated Nara Monomaru through sheer tactical brilliance, while Naruto overpowered Hyuga Neji—one of the most gifted of his generation.
Iruka could only exhale in disbelief. His respect for Moyu deepened.
As for Moyu himself, he stood at ease amidst the crowd's rising attention. The murmurs, the astonished gazes—they amused him more than he cared to admit.
"Not bad," he murmured to himself. "All that time training them, cooking for them, yelling at them—it wasn't for nothing."
His satisfaction was quiet but absolute.
In the aftermath of the exams, Moyu's reputation soared. Parents and instructors alike whispered his name, calling for him to be invited into the Ninja Temple or even appointed as an official examiner. They saw in him the kind of mentor who could strengthen the next generation—and, by extension, Konoha itself.
Word reached the Hokage's office quickly. That same afternoon, Hiruzen Sarutobi summoned Moyu. Standing before the Third, Moyu bowed respectfully.
"Lord Third," he said evenly. "It's true that I trained those two, but it's because my experience only stretches so far. My methods are built for them. If I were to teach any others, the results would be no different. I can only guide two—and those two are already chosen."
His words carried a clear message.
He would not take on more students. His strength, his focus, belonged solely to these two.
Hiruzen studied him in silence, the pipe smoke curling between them. The old man could hear the quiet truth hidden in Moyu's tone—loyalty not to the system, but to the students themselves.
"You're right," Hiruzen finally said. "Then continue to take full responsibility for them. Both are... special cases."
The Hokage's gaze softened, thoughtful.
Uchiha Sasuke—last of his clan, carrying the weight of a massacre.
Uzumaki Naruto—son of the Fourth Hokage, bearer of a burden the village itself feared to speak of.
The two of them had walked through solitude all their lives. If Moyu could be the bridge that connected their strength to the world again, Hiruzen would not stand in the way.
To take that from them now, he thought, would be cruel.
Understanding this, Hiruzen nodded with quiet approval and dismissed Moyu.
Once outside, Moyu let the tension leave his shoulders. Speaking with the Hokage always carried an invisible pressure, one that pressed from all directions—calm but suffocating.
He took a slow breath, eyes half-lidded.
Politics, ambition, intrigue—none of it interested him.
He preferred simpler things.
A straight path. A fight he could feel.
And two students who were learning to carve their own.
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