Chapter 451: Untamed Beast
Pulling out an Uchiha turtle left Masahiko not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"The guy who ran north was probably the real one. No, maybe not either. That bastard is getting more and more cautious. Madara was just one of his safety nets, but heaven knows if it was the last one," Masahiko let out a long sigh. "We missed him again, dammit!"
Madara focused his mind to assess his surroundings, knitting his brows a moment later as he looked at the Masahiko in front of him: "This level of destruction is definitely not something a child could cause! Brat, what happened just now?"
Masahiko narrowed his eyes and looked back: "Who are you calling a brat? You turtle!"
Madara's brow furrowed even tighter, finding the child's demeanor somewhat familiar, and his facial features looked a bit familiar too: "Brat, are you from the Uzumaki clan? What is that old monster to you?"
Masahiko paused, He didn't recognize me? Right, Madara has seen me in my mid-twenties, but since eleven-year-old me is this handsome, he definitely wouldn't recognize me!
Pondering for a moment, Masahiko asked back: "Do you think I'm handsome?"
Madara: ???
His body paused, the Mangekyo Sharingan spinning in his eyes. Madara went straight to the point: Genjutsu manipulation!
The corner of Masahiko's mouth twitched, his eyes suddenly widening: "Who do you think you're using Genjutsu on?!"
"Rinnegan!" Madara displayed a rare look of surprise. A moment later, he spoke through gritted teeth: "Dammit! Which Uchiha junior was so spineless as to marry that old monster! The old monster is already so old..." (???_??)凸
Masahiko: "..."
Has Madara stayed underground for too long? This train of thought is a bit unique, carrying the fresh scent of soil...
After a brief silence, Madara also realized something was off. The Rinnegan wasn't something that could be awakened just like that, and the child in front of him was so small... Moreover, the cloak he wore looked exactly like a manifestation of Sage chakra.
"...Old monster?"
Masahiko shook his head: "Who are you calling an old monster? I'm still just a child."
"...Then you are?"
"Call me the Uzumaki Sandbag Fist!"
Madara: "..."
"Transformation Jutsu?"
"No, I've rejuvenated."
Madara: "..."
"Hahahahaha...!" Madara suddenly threw his head back and laughed wildly, a Perfect Susanoo rising into the sky, "Let's have a battle! Old monster!"
Masahiko fell silent for a moment, looking up. Had Madara come to terms with it, or had he been driven mad?
"Am I being a bit too much?"
"Oh? I'm not?"
"Then let's be even more extra! Sage Art: Wood Style: Shinsu Senju: Veritable One Thousand Sandbag-Sized Fists!"
"Bastard!"
A moment later, inside the Spiritual Space.
Another mansion slowly rose from the ground. The group, who were currently listening to Chiyo tell "stories of the past," froze for a moment: "Another newcomer? It's very lively today."
The mansion was completed, but the trembling of the ground still hadn't stopped. Around the perimeter of the mansion, a thick white wall broke through the soil, enveloping the mansion layer by layer.
The group hesitantly walked over, only to see a line of black text written on the wall: 'Unopened area, untamed beast inside, danger!!! No entry for anyone except Hashirama!'
Everyone looked at each other.
"Hmph!" Tobirama let out a cold snort, turning around to leave, "Senior Chiyo, please continue telling us about the Second Granduncle's youth."
Chiyo smiled: "I've basically told you everything I know. If I keep going... it'll just be hearsay."
"Hearsay is fine too." Mito smiled warmly, turning to walk away.
Hashirama stood in a daze for a moment, a brilliant smile curling onto his face. Holding the dice cup, he walked forward, the thick wall failing to block him in the slightest as he passed straight through it: "A new gambling buddy has arrived... Madara!"
In the outside world.
Masahiko looked at the plains and forests that had replaced the original barren hill, feeling a bit lost: "Even using only Wood Style, Madara could only hold out for less than ten minutes in front of me. Being invincible is so lonely! Hehehe."
Glancing at the situation inside his spiritual space, Masahiko's face instantly turned pitch black. Why did Chiyo spill everything? This made his old face...
"Fine, let her talk." Masahiko pinched his smooth, tender little face. He had long abandoned his old face anyway. "Time to head back to Konoha to harvest some Witness Points. I wonder if Orochimaru... died a miserable death."
Konoha Village had a total of four major civilian residential districts, among which the western district had been completely decimated by the battle between the Fat Cat and Shisui.
This suddenly left over a thousand civilians homeless, and eighty percent of them were still unconscious... Waking up from a nap to find your house gone must be quite troubling.
Fortunately, on a day like today, most residents had gone to watch the matches. Although there were casualties, it was only a few dozen people.
Rin, despite her heavily pregnant state, took the field herself. Basically everyone who was injured was saved, and the final death toll was under twenty, which was a blessing amidst the misfortune.
Masahiko hid nearby, watching Rin assign D-rank missions to Naruto and the other candidates to clear the debris, before flickering away. He could sense that the battle at the stadium had concluded, and Obito and Nawaki were heading this way.
Inside the stadium, half of the unconscious villagers had been moved, while the remaining half... were left unattended. Since the battle was over anyway, they might as well let them sleep in the stadium.
Little Tsukika was cradled in Kushina's arms, still fast asleep, while Kimimaro's trio stood to one side.
Masahiko flickered and appeared beside Kushina: "Where is Orochimaru?"
Kushina turned her head at the sound, "You... whose kid are you?"
Masahiko chuckled, raising his eyebrows: "How about it? Was Great-grandfather handsome in his youth or what?"
"Lord God!" Kimimaro exclaimed.
"What?" Karin's eyes instantly widened, "This little brat is the Great Elder?"
Masahiko paused. It wasn't too surprising for Kimimaro to recognize him, but Karin's reaction...
She should have said, 'How could someone this handsome be the Great Elder?' to make sense...
"You're Great-grandfather?!" Kushina's loud voice echoed through the entire stadium. Hiruzen, Jiraiya, and Minato, who were standing in the center of the arena floor, turned toward them at the sound.
"What happened?"
Ten minutes later.
The group finally accepted the fact that Masahiko had rejuvenated. Among them, Hiruzen's expression was the most complex...
Kushina was completely unreserved, ruffling Masahiko's little head, while Karin continuously compared their heights from the side... Masahiko felt that rejuvenation did have a few downsides.
Jiraiya wanted to crack a few jokes, but let out a complex sigh instead.
Only then did Masahiko remember official business, swatting Kushina's hand away: "Did Orochimaru escape?"
"He... died."
"...Impossible!"
The group led Masahiko to the center of the stadium, and Jiraiya pointed at a charred patch of ground with a sigh: "Orochimaru crashed into the Four Red Yang Formation..."
Masahiko pinched the black ash with his fingers, failing to find any anomaly. But he truly didn't believe Orochimaru would die.
*Witnessed and significantly altered the Naruto world main plot: Konoha Crush, obtained 30 (5) Witness Points.
"Significantly altered? As expected, he's not dead!" Masahiko shook his head with a chuckle, then blinked in surprise: Orochimaru only assassinated Hiruzen, right? Destroying a stadium counts as the Konoha Crush? The system's method of evaluation is always so flashy and unique...
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