For a powerful shinobi, the effect of earplugs is negligible. Uchiha Hikari's actions were merely to express her disdain for the two of them.

She didn't want them to notice her and impulsively drag her into their nonsense—that would be disastrous.

She had only half-heartedly blocked out most of their conversation, letting it go in one ear and out the other without processing any of it.

But when Nagato suddenly proposed founding a Sect, Hikari reacted as if she had heard some forbidden phrase. She practically launched herself off the couch in shock, stumbling and falling to the floor in a clumsy heap.

Scrambling to her feet, she crossed her arms in front of her in a big "X" and roared at the top of her lungs—

"NO!!"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!!"

Her voice was so loud it nearly blew the roof off. Clearly, she was vehemently opposed to the idea.

The reason for her extreme reaction was simple: Kaito had a habit of jokingly calling her "Sect Ancestor."

And if these two idiots actually went through with this and successfully established a Sect, Hikari had a terrible premonition...

That embarrassing title would haunt her for the rest of her life.

This... was something she absolutely could not allow!

"?"

Nagato and Kaito turned in unison, staring at the flushed Uchiha Hikari in confusion, completely unable to comprehend why she had suddenly exploded like this.

Hikari glared at them, her expression deadly serious. If these fools insisted on pushing forward with this nonsense, she wouldn't hesitate to "clean house" today.

Her fists clenched tightly, her hair lifting slightly as if caught in an unseen wind, her aura rising steadily.

"Ancestor, calm down... don't get worked up."

"Don't call me Ancestor!"

"And... I'm not worked up at all!!"

Hikari retorted, her face burning red. If she didn't put a stop to this now, she knew that years later, she would look back on this moment with nothing but regret.

Kaito, seeing the mix of fury and embarrassment on her face, froze for a few seconds before suddenly realizing something. His lips twitched, his shoulders trembling slightly as he struggled to hold back laughter.

He pinched his thigh, forcing himself to recall the saddest moments of his life in an attempt to suppress his amusement.

After a long moment, Kaito finally composed himself. He raised a hand in a placating gesture, signaling for Hikari to settle down. Then, he motioned for Nagato to crouch down.

Nagato, puzzled but seeing the gravity in Kaito's expression, complied.

After all...

Right now, Nagato considered Kaito the only one who truly understood him.

Kaito slung an arm over Nagato's shoulder and whispered, "Let's discuss this..."

"We're not founding a Sect."

Nagato: ?

Hikari: !!

Their reactions couldn't have been more different. One crouched on the ground, utterly bewildered. The other, hiding behind the couch, flailed excitedly, on the verge of babbling incoherently.Hikari, to avoid saying something embarrassing, even covered her mouth with her hand after realizing her mistake, occasionally peeking over the back of the sofa to steal glances at that fool.

This fool… sometimes he could be quite considerate.

"Wh… why?" Nagato's eyes were filled with confusion. He couldn't believe that Kaito, who had just been discussing cultivation techniques with him, would reject his proposal outright.

"We're building a school."

Kaito stroked his chin in thought for a few seconds before grinning. "What era are we living in, still clinging to traditional Cultivation of Immortality?"

"We'll implement nine-year compulsory Cultivation of Immortality…"

Over the next two hours, Kaito simplified the education system from his past life and combined it with the cultivation system, pouring new knowledge into Nagato's mind.

From the physical—no, bone aptitude testing for six-year-old children before enrollment, to the theoretical courses, combat skills, and ideological education after admission, everything was meticulously planned.

Halfway through, Nagato suddenly frowned and interrupted Kaito.

"Wait…"

"What about the children with poor aptitude?"

The man who called himself a god also cared about the weak—perhaps it was his tragic childhood that made him show such compassion.

Either way, Kaito found it somewhat surprising.

Because…

The well-traveled Dr. Kaito, through his analysis of the symptoms, could confirm that patient Nagato was an incurable case of chuunibyou.

"Good question."

Kaito raised a finger and continued.

"The school won't just teach them how to cultivate—it'll also equip them with various survival skills…"

"Even if their path to enlightenment is difficult… with these skills, they can still survive in a world full of cultivators."

As he spoke, he kept glancing toward Great-Grandma's direction.

A few years ago, due to his secluded cultivation, he hadn't even had the chance to check out the [Talisman Arts] he'd received as a mission reward before entering his training state.

And the path of Cultivation of Immortality wasn't limited to talismans—there was also alchemy, artifact forging, Soul pet breeding, and more.

Right now, he hadn't mastered them yet, but once the school was successfully established, Kaito was fully confident he could extract the foundation of an entire Sect from the Rain Village Cultivation School.

At this moment, though Nagato's face remained expressionless, his heart was already in turmoil.

Kaito hadn't just presented him with a school (Sect) construction plan—he had painted the vision of a grand era!

An era of Cultivation of Immortality!

And a peaceful future, at that!!

As for how to reach that peaceful future, Nagato had already figured it out.

Before, he had planned to use the power of the Tailed Beasts to intimidate the entire world—but now…

He intended to use the students trained by the school to begin intimidating the world, to show those foolish mortals who was really in charge!

Tailed Beasts…?

Not even dogs would bother with them!

"Burp—"

Great-Grandma's satisfied belch interrupted their passionate discussion. As if sensing their strange gazes, Hikari wiped the powder from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve and glanced at the empty plate in front of her.

"Sorry, I was a little hungry earlier."

Kaito: "…"

Listening to Great-Grandma's belch, Kaito couldn't help but feel something was off.

Was Great-Grandma subtly hinting that he was feeding Nagato empty promises?

Did the belch mean… she was full?

Kaito's suspicion lasted less than three seconds before he dismissed it—because he knew full well that Great-Grandma wasn't smart enough for that.

"Alright, that's enough. Let's head back."After finishing all the snacks in the room, Uchiha Hikari stood up and began urging someone to hurry back.

To be honest.

She was in a rather good mood at the moment.

Because Kaito had rejected Nagato's proposal to establish a Sect for her sake, which meant she wouldn't have to become some so-called "Sect Ancestor."

Though she didn't understand the strange things Kaito had said afterward, she figured the school had little to do with her.

As long as no one called her by that unbearably embarrassing title, she was fine.

"Hey, wait—"

Seeing her about to leave, Kaito quickly grabbed his great-grandmother's sleeve. "How about I arrange a position for you at the school?"

Hearing this, Hikari mercilessly slapped his hand away and swiftly retreated behind the sofa, peeking out with half her head as she glared at this scheming fool.

"I refuse!!"

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