Naruto: I am Uchiha Shirou

The forbidden technique, Chimera Jutsu, consumed the energy in the palm of Shirou's hand marked with a diamond-shaped seal. Shirou squinted his eyes as he felt the power of the bloodline coursing through his body.

"The power of the Uzumaki clan, huh? To be more precise, it's the awakened power of the Uzumaki bloodline. No wonder Konohamaru was so exaggeratedly strong at a young age in the original story."

In the original story, Konohamaru's performance could be described as a miniature version of Naruto. He excelled in using Shadow Clone Jutsu and other signature techniques, and the destructive power of his ordinary Rasengan was absurdly strong. All of this was undoubtedly due to the massive chakra reserves he inherited.

Looking down at the pale, sickly face of Konohamaru—who seemed as if he had just recovered from a severe illness—Shirou showed an indifferent expression. He casually left a remark before disappearing from the room.

"If you want to inherit and revive the Sarutobi clan, then use the power of the Sarutobi. This power does not belong to the Sarutobi."

As the sunlight poured onto his face, the extremely fatigued Konohamaru slowly opened his eyes. Seeing the sun high in the sky, he suddenly widened his eyes in panic.

"Oh no, I'm going to be late!"

Just as Konohamaru exclaimed and prepared to get out of bed, a sudden wave of dizziness and weakness overwhelmed him, nearly causing him to fall off the bed.

"What's wrong with my body? Could it be that I trained too late last night and fell ill?"

Shaking his head weakly, Konohamaru washed his face, which seemed to make him feel a bit better, and then headed towards the ninja academy.

From beginning to end, Konohamaru only thought that he had caught a simple illness. He was completely unaware that the bloodline power within him had been entirely extracted.