Of S-Class Secrets

Inoichi grimaced as he looked down at the sleeping boy, curled around a tear-stained picture of his father. There was a reason all pictures of the Yondaime had been destroyed, all it would take was one look from an unbiased source, like the children, to realize the connection. They would then ask why everyone treated the hero's kid so badly. He sighed. There was no way the boy would be able to keep it a secret, not with the Uchiha brat waving his 'illustrious' family in his face.

Why did the boy have to be so good at ferreting out S-Class secrets? This was the fifteenth time he'd found out about his father, the twenty-seventh about the fox. And he was only nine! At this rate he'd be permanently susceptible to Genjutsu, his mind recognizing it as 'normal' after all the exposure. He'd have to erase the whole week to be sure that he got all of the clues from his head. Hopefully he could weave the academy lessons back into the memories, the boy had a hard enough time as it was.

After all, there was a reason he could do henge without knowing what chakra was.