Naruto: I'm Nine-Tails and My Host is Kushina

In the past few days, Konoha has been conducting extensive military drills.

I have to admit, the four elders—Hiruzen Sarutobi, Danzo Shimura, Homura Mitokado, and Koharu Utatane—are still quite adept at strategic planning. They assigned different squads based on their specialties and operational requirements, ensuring seamless coordination among the forces.

Some shinobi who had outstanding teamwork were placed in the same divisions. The Ino–Shika–Cho trio was a prime example of this cohesion.

For reconnaissance, the Aburame and Inuzuka clans made up the majority due to their tracking and sensory abilities. The Yamanaka clan took charge of the Sensory Division, while the vanguard was spearheaded by none other than the Uchiha clan.

This particular decision did not sit well with Uchiha Mikoto.

It was painfully obvious that the village leadership still viewed the Uchiha clan with suspicion. They were being placed at the forefront, the first to face enemy blades, the first to shed blood for the village. And when the inevitable casualties piled up, Konoha's elders would carve their names onto the Memorial Stone, calling it an honor.

But honor did not resurrect the dead.

Deep within the forests outside Konoha, away from prying eyes, two figures stood in conversation.

"Kushina, after this war ends, are you really planning to take charge of the village?" Mikoto asked, her arms crossed as she leaned against a tree.

Kushina Uzumaki grinned, twirling a lock of her crimson hair between her fingers. "Of course! Once this war is over, those old fossils in Konoha should step down. This is the perfect opportunity to make a name for ourselves and win over the people's trust."

Mikoto chuckled softly. "Ambitious, aren't we?"