Chapter 137
After watching Sasuke leave, Natsuki stretched his body lazily.
He hadn't expected Sasuke to come seeking guidance, let alone with such a sincere attitude. Naturally, Natsuki wasn't stingy with his advice.
Although he had no intention of meddling in the fate of the "Savior," Sasuke was a friend. Since Sasuke had taken the initiative to ask for help, he couldn't just stand by and do nothing. That would be too heartless.
Besides, if his words could truly help Sasuke, maybe that was a good thing.
Sasuke's early life had been far too bitter. If he could avoid going dark, that would be best. Going to Orochimaru wasn't a good option—better for Sasuke to stay in Konoha, at least where he had friends and comrades, so he wouldn't be alone.
As long as he understood how to get stronger, Orochimaru's power would lose its appeal.
As for the truth behind the Uchiha clan massacre, well, that involved the "F4." Or rather, Danzo would end up being the scapegoat. That didn't matter much.
With Danzo's ambitions, he was bound to stir up trouble before the final act, and he'd inevitably get killed off eventually. Ideally, Homura Mitokado and Koharu Utatane would die too—Konoha didn't need those old vampires sucking the village dry any longer.
It would be best if Sasuke understood that the Uchiha clan's massacre was orchestrated by the F4 and had little to do with Konoha itself.
Let him take his revenge on those four geezers, but don't destroy the entire village. After all, Konoha had quite a few assets belonging to Tenten's family—if the village was destroyed, wouldn't Natsuki suffer a massive loss?
Yawning, Natsuki thought about how he hadn't taken a nap that day. He was feeling a bit lazy.
Seeing that it was getting late, maybe it was time to buy groceries. He hadn't cooked in a while—today, he'd make an exception.