Naruto: A Lazy Life

Pov: Takumi Uchiha.

I smirk and look around at the flabbergasted crowd.

"My team is competent- well trained and will be under my responsibility. I will take the missions I want- I will abuse the power given to me and I will use it to maintain the most lazy lifestyle I can manage. You do not question my authority and you do not question the way I do things, the next time someone dares to step in my way I promise you this: You will fail. So save me the headache" I confidently call out to the powers in control of Konoha.

"You cannot possibly-" An egotistical Elder stands up to gain some attention, trying to shut down my behaviour.

"Watch. Me" I stare the aged man down back into his seat.

...

"There will be no more talk about me or my team- They are to perform as I demand and as the Hokage has stated. I lack care for the petty political squabble's you entertain yourselves with" I call out to my audience of ninja.

As I walk back over to the viewing area where Saburo and Yu wait- I glance up to the Patriarch in charge of the enslaver clan.

"I expect you to fulfil your end of the bargain"

I walk through the hallway and leak blood across the floor as I rise up the staircase and into the viewing area. Yu watches me from one end of the room, as Saburo walks over to me and starts examining my wounds.

No words are traded for a solid minute- Saburo pays careful attention the broken arm, muttering under his breath.

...

"How did you do it?" Yu breaks the silence.

"I described the process during the match. Prediction, evasion- defence and surprise" I state, simply.

"Your arm was broken- unmoving... I can see it clearly with my Byakugan. I have never seen bone shattered quite like that before..." Yu furthers his question.

"The surprise would only work if my arm was broken, beyond certain due to the Byakugan- I had to directly block most of the palm attacks with this arm to get it so injured. I then pushed past the pain to strike" I note.

"Pushed past the pain... you make it sound so simple" Saburo clicks his tongue.

"How bad is it?" Yu walks over.

"Bad- terribly bad, you should keep this arm under wraps for a long while... you need some surgery for sure- I would also suggest more surgery to fix what Ken did internally..." Saburo winces.

"It is fine. I will head towards the hospital now- you two will train until I am healed appropriately enough to assign you your missions. Saburo, Focus on Helping Yu with his training... the month of training we just did was not enough- train his ninjutsu breaking" I give my orders and turn to leave.

"Do you need help?" Saburo walks after me.

"No. I am fine"

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Pov: Shikaku Nara.

...

I believe that was the possibility Lord Fourth wanted me and everyone here to see. He takes what he wants seriously and backs up that want with a diligent attitude that leaves failure as nothing more than fantasy in his eyes. Backed up with that crazy talent in creating a counter technique on the go... or perhaps- a good chance that a greater being is feeding that skill to him.

He glances at the world as if doing the impossible was just some bothersome task.

Bothersome... Bothersome... Bothersome...

Is he talented- or is he merely dusting off learned skills?

I need to find out more.

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Pov: Fugaku Uchiha.

He did not lose. In fact- he won in such a way that would be most humiliating to the Hyuga.

Disapproving slavery... A counter technique... And beating one of the strongest Hyuga in their arsenal.

...

Which makes Takumi one of the Strongest Uchiha in our Arsenal.

Feels wrong to admit that one...

...I always saw him as potential strength... It did not occur to me how much strength he wields now- he is as powerful as he is Lazy... No Power is the wrong word, he is skilled- proficient and an expert on all things combat.

It was good that I secured Itachi's teaching through Takumi, he will learn well under him.

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-3 Hours later-

Pov: Takumi Uchiha.

"-The most important thing to remember here is this: Do not strain that arm, keep away from basic use let alone non-standard uses for the duration of the next few months... you injured it badly Takumi, but it can be healed with time. And if you worsen that injury I will be unable to fix it at all. Your Chakra is barely flowing through it" The Medical practitioner tells me.

"I also need you in for surgery in four hours- with another session of me poking around your organs tomorrow morning... Do not eat while waiting for surgery and stay within the hospital" The Doctor orders.

"Understood- will that be all?" I ask as I put my jacket back on, limiting the use of my injured arm.

"I expect frequent check ups every week" He grunts.

"I'll see what I can do- if not my subordinate Saburo Mori will deliver weekly medical reports to the Hospital" I nod and exit the room.

"How is Saburo?" They ask before I get too far.

...

"Living" I answer and leave, having sufficiently summed up his experience.

He is alive- resting well and training hard, fighting for his village and would certainly start gaining a name around it... He is living- for he is himself now.

I head towards the lobby, slumping down ungracefully into my chair and staring at the white ceiling. Blinking slowly.

An Elderly man just beat me to near death, how pitiful I feel now- I am lucky that this world has much improved medical treatments, far from the jokes I called medical professionals in my world.

Always were useless deadweight's... strange to rely on them now. Is that the fate of the weak? It is quite interesting.

Hn.

Although... My wife would be pestering me to sit straight right about now- looking ungraceful is not befitting of an Emperor after all.

...

I sigh and sit up straight- holding myself up and using my better hand to tidy my torn clothes.

Ha- I can't make this mess look elegant no matter how hard I try- sorry dear, I am not the man I once was.

I catch my reflection in a nearby window... looking at the broken nose, Band-Aids across my skin, bandages wrapping my arm and the weakness that calls itself me.

You are not The Emperor. You are False.

...

Great, the cruel voice is back.

I liked it when it was a tickle or twitch in the back of my brain... Why did I get so riled up? I have to stay away from all this business... this is not my Empire... Not my people... and not my battles to fight.

'{You have a voice in the back of your head? Should I make some room in here or...?}' The other voice trickles in.

That voice is me.

'{But you called it the cruel voice}'

I had forgotten how cold my tone could be- that is all, I do not have a split personality you fantasy obsessed ghost.

'{So that twitch to improve... is just your subconscious thoughts? Why are they so loud? That is unnatural}'

When you fully master the second aspect and step into the third... you begin to understand certain things about yourself, what is nature- and what is nurture. The subconscious thoughts are louder than yours because you cannot distinguish the mind from the soul, like your eyes being unable to distinguish the stars in the sky... only those who care, who are dedicated and are better can determine what star is which.

'...'

Your silence is loud.

...

Hn. Begone intrepid fool.

"Takumi Uchiha...?" A voice calls for me.

"Hn?" I look to a nurse with a clipboard.

"You are being prepped for surgery- come with me" He orders.

...

"My surgery is in four hours. What preparations take that long?" I groan.

"Good ones. I won't ask twice" He walks down the hall without me.

Hn. I suppose my rest has been interrupted.

I get up and take a deep breath before following the nurse.

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Pov: Yu Hyuga.

...

"You feel fine?" Saburo asks.

"I feel... odd. Like a burden released from my shoulders..." I touch my forehead again.

Stress washes off my bones, my breath feels so much lighter and...

"How did the clan take it? They were quick with the unsealing" Saburo notes.

... Yet I still feel a boiling anger in the back of my mind- telling me that unshackling my collar is just due respect, the bare minimum of what should have been done... They should be doing that to all the Hyuga- not just me, who has a special little Captain to beat an elder to near death.

This collar should never have been invented in the first place.

I should have been able to choose my life- be free as I wish... be lazy like Captain.

I am-

"Oh for the love of- Can you not adopt Takumi's bad habit of drifting off into space mid conversation!? I do not need two of you doing this to me...!" Saburo yells out as he walks away.

-regretfully free, for my freedom feels like mockery to the others still chained.

What can I do? What could I possibly do!?

"Seriously... still going? Hopefully you aren't as flicker minded as {Varutis}..." Saburo mutters to himself, which I ignore.

He only cut my collar to save face! WHY else would he do that!? The Hyuga are... horrid... stupid... foolish... terrible... awful... rotten... spoilt... Enslavers.

"Hey- Takumi is an old immortal blade master that rules over an entire planet- No? Nothing? Bah-" Saburo groans out- talking to himself again- words going in one ear and out the other as my anger froths with vile tension.

Nothing but rotten tradition- waiting to corrupt the fresh batch of youth.

"They want nothing to do with me- I am a walking blemish on their reputation. They want me to die on the field... do Takumi's impossible missions" I state.

...

"So of course they were quick to free me. They couldn't bare to be under someone's political thumb- let alone anyone's thumb! The wretched Main branch, hating being forced to retreat yet constantly forcing their marks on the youth- unlike the will of fire in all aspects!- burning saplings so they do not take up residence in the soil they rot in, SO THEY CAN FEEL SAFE- SECURE IN THEIR VIBRANT SOIL!! WHILE THE SAPLINGS STARVE AND NEVER GROW!!!" I Start spurting out my thoughts.

"Alright pal- clam down. Or don't- whatever focuses you up to this training, you better be able to cut my lightning disk jutsu by November..." Saburo talks to me as he begins to perform hand seals.

"I will accomplish that task by next month! Mark my words Saburo- I will be stronger than you come October!" I pick up my Rapier and grip it- tight, but not too tight.

"...We are halfway through September- there is no way we are getting you that strong, that quick- unless you wish to do more of Takumi's focused training sessions, he really pulled through with that speed storage skill... can you help me with that actually? It is useless in direct combat if I fail to control it properly, I was way too wounded in my match and that was practically all me..." Saburo begins to rant as my eye twitches.

"Just FIRE already!" I yell- now fully focusing on my training.