Naruto: Starting as the Third Hokage with Tears in His Eyes

Chapter 370 Uchiha Fireworks

Through a bowl of ramen, one can search for the shadow of a long-gone friend.

"Dad?" Ayame's voice pulled him back from his reverie.

He looked down and saw his daughter looking at him with concern.

The confusion in my heart caused by not being able to find my way was completely burned away by a blazing flame at this moment.

I know what I need to do.

What he wants to do is more than just make a special bowl of ramen.

He wants to make a bowl of ramen that can carry stories and connect the past and the present.

He quickly walked to the other end of the bar and picked up a paper and a pen.

Outside the window, the night was already deep.

Inside the shop, under the warm lights, the young ramen shop owner wrote a line of words on a clean napkin with an unprecedentedly solemn handwriting.

Winter Festival Limited Edition - Heritage Flavor Special Ramen.

◆

Uchiha clan.

The atmosphere in the conference room, like the early winter weather outside the window, carried a crisp and serious feel.

Akimichi Torifu, Yamanaka Taichi, and Hatake Sakumo were arguing fiercely in the Hokage Building over the winter festival stalls, and the news spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of the village.

The atmosphere at the Uchiha clan's territory was completely different.

The highest-level meeting being held here concerns the Winter Festival Art Fireworks Festival.

Clan leader Uchiha Kagami sat in the main seat, the tea beside him still steaming, the warm aroma of tea filling the air, yet unable to dispel the innate sharp aura emanating from everyone present.

The head of the security forces, Uchiha Tetsuka, sat upright with his hands on his knees, his whole being resembling a drawn sword. Even while discussing the celebration, he exuded a chilling aura, as if he were ready to rush to the battlefield at any moment.

The rising star of the younger generation, Fugaku Uchiha, sat quietly below, a huge scroll unfolded before him, intricately drawn with runes and patterns.

This is a project that stakes on the honor of the Uchiha clan.

Since the Akimichi clan wants to conquer everyone's stomachs with barbecue, and the Yamanaka clan wants to capture everyone's senses with flowers, then the Uchiha clan will use the most dazzling flames to etch an eternal memory in the night sky of Konoha.

"Lord Iron Fire,"

An elder of the clan broke the brief silence with a thoughtful expression, "According to your previous plan, using the Dragon Fire Technique as the core to create the outline of the First Hokage in the air is technically feasible. However, to make it lifelike, the control of chakra is too demanding. If you are not careful, it will turn into a blurry cloud of fire, which is not beautiful at all."

Uchiha Tetsuka did not answer immediately; he tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

"We are the Uchiha."

He spoke, his words calm yet carrying undeniable weight.

"The strongest ocular clan in Konoha. If they can't even achieve this level of precision, what right do they have to talk about glory?"

The meeting room fell silent.

Tie Huo's words directly elevated the issue from a technical difficulty to the level of family dignity.

Just then, Fugaku Uchiha, who had been silent all along, suddenly stood up.

Although everyone present was a senior who had watched him grow up, the moment he stood up, a calm and capable demeanor naturally emanated from him, drawing everyone's attention to him.

"Chieftain."

Fugaku bowed first, and then spoke in a humble yet assertive manner, "I have some immature ideas about the form of fireworks."

Uchiha Kagami nodded with a smile, signaling him to continue.

"I believe we shouldn't limit ourselves to depicting just one single image."

Fugaku walked to the scroll and pointed his long, slender fingers at the blank space.

"We can tell a story."

He paused, and at that moment, his three-tomoe Sharingan quietly activated, the patterns under his eyes spinning rapidly, as if countless ideas were being deduced and formed within them.

"At the beginning, the fire stars of the Phoenix Flower Technique spread out a star map in the night sky. Then, the two largest fire stars met and collided in the center of the star map, blooming into a fan representing our Uchiha clan and a pattern representing the Senju clan."

As he spoke, Fugaku Uchiha rapidly sketched the image on the scroll with a charcoal pencil.

"Then, the two patterns merged, eventually forming a giant leaf! Symbolizing the great moment when the two ancestors jointly founded the village!"

A suppressed gasp filled the conference room.

The grand scale and profound meaning of the opening alone have exceeded everyone's expectations.

"after,"

Fugaku's pen didn't stop. "We can use the Dragon Flame Technique to create dragon-shaped flames that spiral into the air, outlining the shape of the Hokage Rock. From the First Hokage, to the Second Hokage, and now to the Third Hokage who is leading us to prosperity..."

Finally, all the flames converged into one point, blooming into eight large characters in the night sky—

The charcoal pencil in his hand fell heavily.

"The Will of Fire, live on forever!"

"Slap, slap, slap."

A round of applause rang out.

Uchiha Kagami stood up, his face showing undisguised admiration and satisfaction.

"Fugaku, your idea has transcended fireworks itself."

He exclaimed, "This is not only art, but also the most sublime tribute from our Uchiha clan to the village and to the Will of Fire."

Uchiha Tetsuka also showed a rare hint of excitement, and he slammed his hand on the table.

"Alright! Let's do it this way! This is the kind of spirit we Uchiha should have!"

In an instant, the conference room was filled with enthusiasm. Everyone was ignited by the grand vision described by Fugaku and began to discuss the technical details of the plan intensely.

"The sparks of the Phoenix Flame must be exactly the same size, which requires at least twenty clan members who have awakened their three tomoe to perform the technique simultaneously, using their Sharingan for micro-management!"

"The dragon head part of the Great Dragon Fire is the most difficult part, requiring someone with extremely high expertise in Fire Release: Nature Transformation to lead it..."

The atmosphere was lively, the discussion was in-depth, and everyone was excited about this perfect plan.

The meeting was interrupted by a short break.

The tension eased, and everyone picked up their teacups to drink water, chatting in hushed tones, their faces still tinged with excitement.

Just then, the heavy wooden door to the conference room was gently pushed open a crack.

A fluffy little head peeked in.

"Oh, Tosang?"

The child's innocent voice carried a hint of timid curiosity.

Everyone froze, turning to look at the doorway.

There was a little boy, dressed in a small Uchiha uniform, clinging to the door frame, his big, dark eyes peering curiously inside.

His hair was a little messy, with a small tuft sticking up unruly, and he had a bright, slightly silly smile on his face.

Uchiha Yoru, a squad leader in the security forces, helplessly covered his face with his hands the moment he saw his son, Uchiha Obito, appear.

His wife, Ye Yue, must have felt sorry for him working so hard in the meeting, so she sent this little guy to deliver the gifts.

"Cough cough—"

"Obito, this is a meeting room, get out of here."

Ye Xian lowered his voice, trying to maintain his authority as a father.

Obito, however, completely disregarded his father's authority. He held up a small box he was carrying and exclaimed like it was a treasure, "Oh, Kaka-san sent me to deliver these three-colored dumplings! She said the meeting was tiring and she needed to replenish her sugar!"

The child's innocent words instantly dissolved the tense atmosphere in the meeting room.

Several older members of the clan couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Uchiha Tetsuka, his face stern, said to Yoru, "Let your son in. Meetings are tiring; replenishing his sugar levels is only right."

Ye Xian: "..."

Having received permission from the "supreme commander," Obito immediately ran in happily.

He first obediently placed the box of dumplings next to his father, and then, unable to contain his curiosity, he ran to the head seat of the conference table.

There, the huge scroll was still unrolled, displaying the magnificent fireworks design that Fugaku had just drawn.