Naruto: Reincarnated As Azula, From The Same Generation As The Sannin Chapter 15: Azula's Nuclear Bomb, The

"Huh? Tsunade, what are you reading?" Mito asked curiously, raising a brow at her granddaughter, who had just trudged ho from the academy like a soldier returning from a lost war.

Normally, anyone could tell why Tsunade was gloomy—her mother's recent death was still a heavy stone in her little heart.

But today her aura of doom had a different flavor. Instead of sulking with her fists clenched or staring at the tatami like it owed her money, she was clutching a strange book (manga, but they didn't know yet).

The covers showed what looked like a kid with a sword blasting water all over the place—probably water, which made her recall her recently deceased brother-in-law.

On the other end of the cover, however, there was a suspiciously familiar figure: a girl who looked like an older Azula, striking a dramatic pose while laughing maniacally and setting the world on fire.

Tsunade's face scread, "Why is my rival playing as a fire goddess?" and her curiosity was practically chewing holes through the pages.

The truth was, Tsunade had two reasons to sulk today.

The first was obvious—the grief she was still carrying from her mother's death. The second was the dreaded academy test, or to be more precise, the practical combat. Aka, the mont when everyone realized that not all students were created equal, and so ca pre-installed with unfairly broken cheat codes.

Because today, for the first ti, Tsunade had witnessed the raw power of the so-called Uchiha Princes.

And Tsunade, the future Legendary Sucker-Puncher of Konoha, had to admit—if she ever fought Azula seriously, she'd probably lose. Badly. Like embarrassing enough to change villages badly.

That realization stung. After all, she had already sworn in her little heart that she would protect her family: Grandma Mito, her baby brother Nawaki, her many uncles and aunts… everyone she loved.

But what kind of protector couldn't even beat a classmate her own age? She felt… useless. And if there was one thing Tsunade hated more than losing, it was feeling useless.

When she'd arrived ho earlier, she hadn't seen Mito around. Probably taking care of Nawaki, Tsunade assud, so she decided not to bother her.

Instead, her eyes fell on the mysterious book Azula had handed out to everyone in class. Normally, she would've tossed anything that wasn't money straight into the nearest fireplace, but… Azula had poured an entire month of her ti into this.

A month! That was practically a lifeti investnt for a five-year-old. Tsunade couldn't help but be curious.

She spent over five minutes just analyzing the cover, squeezing out every detail like she was interrogating a criminal.

And the more she looked, the more she had to admit sothing shocking: that older Azula on the cover… actually looked kinda cool. Annoyingly cool. Like, "I hate her but I want to be her friend" cool.

Just as Tsunade finally cracked open the first page, she heard Mito's voice calling her.

Imdiately, her paranoid little brain scread: "Is this book cursed?!" Every ti she tried to read it, sothing interrupted her. If the book started whispering her na at night, she was out.

But she quickly shook off the thought and called back, "Grandma, I ca ho earlier but didn't bother you since I thought you were busy with Nawaki. As for this—uh, this is Azula's book. The one she spent an entire month drawing. It's… kinda interesting."

Of course, Mito already knew Tsunade had returned the mont she stepped inside. Between the layered Uzumaki barriers and Mito's monstrous sensory ability—which basically made her the living Byakugan of Konoha—there was no way she could miss it.

Still, she walked over, scooped Tsunade into her lap, and sat down on the tatami with the book pressed between them.

It was a familiar scene: usually, Mito would unroll scrolls to teach Tsunade ninjutsu. This ti, however, a book filled with drawings from a rival replaced the sacred scrolls.

On the first page, there was a boy and his mother. The boy was about to sell charcoal. Simple and innocent. Mito blinked, impressed. The art wasn't ssy scribbles—no, it had texture, color, and a surprising amount of polish.

But what really caught her attention was the the. When had an Uchiha ever cared about the struggles of ordinary people? This wasn't a "my clan is aweso" propaganda piece. It was a kid hauling charcoal through life's hardships.

Even more surprising, the boy, Tanjiro, started monologuing about how life wasn't easy—but still called it a blessing. He compared life to the sky: sotis cloudy, sotis bright, always changing.

Mito nearly dropped the book. She was speechless. Since when did five-year-old Uchihas have optimistic thinking? Most of them could barely spell patience without stabbing sothing first. And here was Azula, sohow channeling the wisdom of wandering monks into her doodles.

From that one line about life's struggles being blessings, Mito saw a shadow of her late husband—the man who had ended the Warring States Era and dragged the shinobi world into a fragile peace. It was eerie.

She almost expected Hashirama's ghost to pop out and say, "See? Told you kids are the future!"

Shaking her head, Mito kept reading. Apparently, this was a world without ninja at all. No jutsu, no chakra, no exploding tags. Just ordinary people. And yet, sohow, the boy Tanjiro was popular, kind, and… oddly gifted with a superhuman sense of sll.

At that mont, Mito thought to herself: What in the na of all nine bijuu has Azula been taught?

At first, Mito was only half-interested in whatever Azula had written. It was with the ntality of, "Eh, just another one of those weird books with too many words and not enough pictures."

But as she finished reading the first chapter, her eyes refused to leave the page. Her "I'm just curious" attitude started crumbling, and before she knew it, she was reading it seriously because it was really interesting and worth reading.

Why? Because this story wasn't about ninjas. No jutsu, no kunai, no smoke bombs, no "for the glory of the clan" nonsense.

Instead, the world inside those pages was crawling with demons. And not the kind of demon that politely lives inside your belly and occasionally lends you chakra. No, these were the real deal, the kind that treated humans like an all-you-can-eat buffet of at.

And those who fought them weren't superhumans, not jinchūriki, not people who could sneeze and blow up a mountain like Hashirama.

Just… regular humans. The kind who struggle to open pickle jars. The kind who trip on flat surfaces. Mito was hooked. If plain old humans could stand against monsters like these, then maybe there was hope for Hashirama's dream of peace.

The book spread faster than a rumor about the Hokage peeking in the won's bathhouse.

Mito and Tsunade weren't the only ones reading it; pretty much every student who got their hands on a copy from Azula ended up glued to it. And when their families noticed, they joined in too, flipping through pages like it was the most exciting thing since free dango day.

Even the Hokage himself couldn't resist. Hiruzen, mighty leader of the village, protector of peace, wielder of terrifying jutsu… sneakily 'borrowed' a copy.

How? By yoinking it from a white-haired kid who was too distracted yelling at a toad to notice.

anwhile, the grand architect of all this chaos, Azula herself, didn't give a flying shuriken. After drawing the manga, she couldn't even be bothered to read it.

It was because she already knew the plot by heart. She wrote it, after all. And besides, if you know every twist and turn, rereading your own work can feel about as exciting as reading a grocery list.

Of course, as early as she started, she wasn't in this for fun but first, reputation, and of course, the hellish wealth to rival the whole of Konoha.

Second, she wanted to play with the Uchiha clan's little red-eyed toys. With the right emotional gut punches, maybe she could awaken Sharingan left and right.

Heck, maybe even push her own mother—already sporting a fancy Three Tomoe Sharingan—over the edge into awakening the Mangekyō, just by watching "her daughter's tragic death" on paper.

Yes, that was the 'big' change Azula made to the story. She didn't just shalessly insert herself into it—she went all out. She had already apologized to Rengoku because he was gone, replaced by none other than herself: an older, stronger, cooler version. Bold move. So might call it narcissistic. Azula called it branding.

But reputation and teary-eyed Uchihas weren't enough. Azula had another card to play: the Tribunal.

Her plan was to create Konoha's first-ever court system. Judges, lawyers, trials, the whole package.

Because if the Uchihas kept dishing out 'justice' like overzealous hall monitors, people would always fear them. But if justice was delivered publicly, with fairness and drama, the Uchiha would stop looking like power-hungry cops and start looking like Konoha's heroic ssengers of justice.

Of course, there was one problem: who would propose the idea? If her father went to the Hokage and said that this was his plan, or the Uchiha's plan, Hiruzen would pick it apart like an overcooked piece of ran.

But if she—mischievous, playful Azula with her reputation for pulling silly stunts—presented it, Hiruzen would probably chuckle, think it was just another one of her 'antics,' and then lower his guard. That's when the brilliance of the plan would hit him.

So yes, instead of training harder or chasing power, Azula was wasting precious ti doodling and scheming about courtrooms.

But in her mind, it was necessary. Because once the Tribunal was established, Konoha would witness justice in its purest form: criminals defended, trials held in daylight, verdicts reached before everyone's eyes. No more whispers of bias, no more fear of Uchiha-only justice.

In short, Azula was about to turn the Uchiha from 'terrifying police force' into the legal equivalent of caped superheroes. All with a manga, a Tribunal, and a shaless cao as herself.

And the best part was that probably everyone would be too busy binge-reading her story to notice the puppet strings she was quietly pulling.

She wanted that if people in Konoha saw an Uchiha glaring at soone, the general assumption was: that person had ssed up.

Because the Uchiha were supposedly impartial, noble, and serious-minded.

Azula figured if she could use her sches to build that reputation even higher, then when the ti ca for her to compete for Hokage, if she did it soday, she wouldn't even need campaign posters. The phrase 'Hated by an Uchiha? Must be guilty' would basically run her election for her.

But of course—Azula hadn't forgotten her true goal. Becoming stronger was still the response for everything, but the problem was she was starting to hit a wall.

By now, she had learned pretty much every ninjutsu appropriate for her stage.

She could breathe fire like a dragon with indigestion, shoot lightning like a storm cloud with anger issues, and hurl around flashy elental combos that would impress even the Academy teachers.

Only two techniques she had avoided like plague-infested ran, but that could increase her strength in a short ti and were relevant even in the Boruto fanfic era, were the Rasengan and the Chidori—because they both ca with one tiny, annoying side effect: blowing up your own hand.

Besides, both jutsu guzzled chakra like a drunk uncle at a sake festival. Even Kakashi, during the beginning of Naruto, could only use it about three tis a day.

And anyway, most of the other 'new' jutsu were just slightly spicier versions of things she could already do. Fireball? Try bigger fireball. Lightning strike? Try zigzag lightning strike. She already had bending—why waste ti reinventing the wheel when she was basically born with a sports car?

Her main limitation wasn't skill. It was the sa problem every short-statured prodigy ran into: not enough chakra, and not enough physical growth.

In her mind, if she had a bigger chakra pool and a more mature body, she'd already be walking around at Kage-level without even needing the Sharingan. And wouldn't that be a flex?

Still, Azula wasn't the type to just sit around twiddling her thumbs while waiting for puberty to grant her upgrades. She needed sothing new to chew on, sothing important, sothing ga-changing. And she had just the thing in mind: sealing techniques.

Who was the best sealing master in Konoha? That was an easy one—Mito Uzumaki, no contest.

Honestly, the only person in history who might rival her was the legendary Ashina Uzumaki.

But Mito wasn't just a sealing genius. According to the clan's records, she was also the greatest sensor Konoha had ever seen.

The woman could probably detect soone sneezing three countries away and tell you whether it was pollen or a cold.

People said she had mastered all the legendary techniques of the Uzumaki clan, that in her pri she had been one of the strongest shinobi alive—soone only Madara and Hashirama themselves could truly challenge. Oh, and she had the Nine-Tails living inside her like so kind of demonic roommate.

Sure, she couldn't fully weaponize the Kyūbi the way Naruto would soday, but Mito didn't need full control.

She was still terrifying enough. And, technically speaking, she was also the head of what used to be the Senju clan. The na might have been quietly retired, but that didn't an the legacy or the mbers had just vanished into thin air.

Azula was certain that sowhere in Mito's possession were Tobirama's research notes, his personal experints, and maybe even the keys to the juiciest forbidden jutsu Konoha had ever banned.

And if Tobirama hadn't passed down his ridiculous ninjutsu encyclopedia to her, then Mito would definitely still have easy access to the Scroll of Seals. Which ant… jackpot.

From Azula's perspective, if she wanted a teacher, it had to be Mito. End of story.

Sure, she could technically consider soone like Sakumo Hatake. Well—the guy was only a chunin right now. A talented chunin, yes, but still a chunin.

That was like choosing to learn swordsmanship from a kid at sumr camp when you had the option of training under a legendary samurai.

The only real question was: how in the world was she supposed to convince Mito Uzumaki to take her on as an apprentice?

Because walking up to Mito and saying, 'Hey, super-powerful, terrifyingly competent, Kyūbi-carrying master of seals—teach everything you know' wasn't exactly a winning strategy.

(END OF THE CHAPTER)

So, what do you think about becoming Mito's disciple? And if you agree, what kind of Ninjutsu (your original idea) do you think Mito have that she can teach Azula that are super useful? And don't forget to give your power stones.