Naruto: Systematic Shinobi Chapter 324: Monkey On Hold - 12

For a few moments, his gaze was fixed upon the paper held in his hands. He was uncertain about his feelings upon discovering he was the Great Grandson of Tobirama Senju.

’Huh...you know, now that I think about it. You being descended from Tobirama Senju makes an awful lot of sense,’ Isobu hummed, ’Racism runs in the blood, I see.’

Was it racism? Or was it more xenophobia? Most of the Stone Swine were... white? Asian? What even was he, really? Was he white, or was he Asian? He certainly didn't look Asian. The size of his penis could attest to that.

And it wasn’t as if the Cloud Monkeys were exclusively black either. In fact, the vast majority of Cloud Monkeys were white as well, if he recalled correctly.

Hmm, no, actually, racism sounded about right.

White, Black, Asian, or whatever. None of that mattered; skin tone was so superficial, and hardly a good indicator, considering there were dark-skinned members of Konoha, after all.

Because he, and his people, were clearly of the Konohan.... Konohian? They were superior descendants of Konoha. And those inferior mongrel Cloud Monkeys and Stone Swine could never share a race with him and his people.

’Enough about my family’s racist past,’ Daiki rolled his eyes, ’I’d rather focus on the racist future.’

’The Nidaime would be so proud.’ Isobu snorted.

Still, while this revelation was quite intriguing.

It made him wonder, just what exactly was his status screen in the end? Assuming it was a bloodline, as Isobu had theorized, where did it originate from?

Did his father’s side of the family possess this same status screen as him? However, no answers could be found.

He would have to utilize Edo Tensei and bring back a member of his father’s family to obtain the information directly from them, if he desired answers.

...Unless.

His eyes drifted towards his palms clutching the sheet of paper, where the Dimension Force Seal resided.

If he sought answers, there was always Izanagi.

Perhaps it would be a slight waste of a precious Sharingan, but he couldn’t deny the allure of using it to acquire the knowledge he desired. Especially since he knew Obito possessed hundreds of Sharingan stored away, which he had collected from his clan after slaughtering them alongside Itachi.

Once he dealt with Obito, he would have more Sharingan than he knew what to do with.

Granted, Shin’s were Mangekyou Sharingan. But at the same time, he had Shin’s corpse, or what remained of it, and could regenerate his Sharingan as well when he had more chakra to spare, just as he had done with Shisui’s.

’That reminds me, I need to examine Fugaku’s corpse while I’m at it,’ he mused.

Again, once he had another surplus of chakra to expend. He would regenerate Fugaku’s Mangekyou and merge it with his own using the Bloodline Usurpation Seal.

In time, he would also claim Obito and Madara’s eyes and fuse them with his own, thereby obtaining all their Mangekyou abilities.

He would have his own Rinnegan by then, he was sure. He wondered what outcome would result from fusing two different sets of the Rinnegan?

"Daiki-kun?" Hiruzen prompted.

He dismissed those thoughts for the moment, putting away the medical page for now, and stood up, "Right then," he clapped his hands together, "Interesting as that was to learn, we have business to attend to, don’t we?" he said, walking around the desk and heading towards the door, gesturing for the two older men to rise and follow him.

"You have nothing to say about the fact Nidaime-sama is your great grandfather?" Danzo inquired.

Daiki smirked, "No, as interesting as it is to know, it changes nothing in the grand scheme of things," he stated, opening the door and proceeding into the hallway.

He made his way towards the video transmission room, entering it. The personnel present quickly snapped to attention before bowing to him, "Hokage-sama!"

He waved them off, moving toward the main desk, where an armchair that looked dreadfully uncomfortable was situated. He sat in it, casually resting his feet on the desk, and looked directly at the man on the transmission screen, "Alright, let’s get this over with, I’m a busy man," Daiki declared, just as Hiruzen and Danzo came to stand behind him, "Let’s see what that monkey wants and if he has seen some sense and is merely calling to agree to my generous stipulations."

He would be a fool not to.

That was actually precisely what Daiki was counting on.

Moments later, the screen illuminated as the connection was established at his command, and he found himself gazing at the large, flaring nostrils of the Raikage.

"Hokage....!" The Raikage snarled through gritted teeth, glaring at him as soon as the connection was made and they saw each other face-to-face – technically – for the first time, "You have some nerve... to make me wait like this!"

A yawn escaped Daiki, causing A to gnash his teeth, the noise echoing clearly through the video communication. His gaze drifted lazily past A, observing that, much like himself, the other man was also surrounded by his devoted followers.

The always dull Darui stood behind A’s shoulder, while the far more captivating and stunning Mabui was positioned on the opposite side, her beautiful silver hair briefly capturing Daiki’s attention.

"Apologies, give me a moment, my Kumoian is a little out of practice," Daiki responded, and the Raikage's eyes widened in apparent confusion. Daiki cleared his throat into his fist, then extended his hand. With a mere thought and a flash of chakra, he conjured a banana from his dimensional force seal. "Ooh ooh eeh aah ooh ooh?" he inquired of the Raikage, mimicking a monkey’s paw gesture by curling one hand and scratching the top of his head as he sniffed the banana.