Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 836 Giving Naruto a Childhood with Parents

In the ruins of Konoha, the Konoha villagers who rushed over upon hearing the news stared in stunned silence at the savior of this disaster, and the one who might be the mastermind behind it all—Uchiha U.

A blinding golden light tore through the oppressive air, and Minato Namikaze suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.

He knelt on one knee, holding Kushina Uzumaki tightly in his arms, his movements as gentle as if he were holding a fragile piece of glass, yet he could not hide the panic that came from the depths of his soul.

Kushina's face was as pale as paper, her breath was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, the seal on her abdomen was a mess, and the aura of her life was visibly fading away.

She lay in Shuimen's arms, struggling to lift her eyelids, her unfocused gaze barely able to focus on her husband's face, which was filled with despair and grief.

"Minato." Her voice was barely audible, hoarse with blood and foam rubbing against her throat, each syllable uttered with immense effort, "...Take care of...Naruto."

Tears instantly blurred Minato's sky-blue eyes, gushing out like a burst dam.

He bit his lower lip hard, but couldn't suppress the sobs that rolled out from deep in his throat.

The cries were low and suppressed, yet filled with heart-wrenching pain, echoing above the desolate ruins and pounding on everyone's heart.

“...Tell him...that Mom and Dad love you.” Kushina’s voice grew softer and softer, her eyelids drooping heavily, and the last few words became almost a silent sigh.

The hand that had been trying to stroke her husband's face fell limply to the side.

"Kushina——!!!"

Minato let out a shrill, distorted wail, his knees buckled, and he collapsed as if his spine had been ripped out. He bent over completely, burying his face deep in his wife's cold neck, his broad shoulders trembling violently, and hot tears soaking Kushina's dark red hair.

That cry was the lament of a man who had lost everything.

Hiruzen Sarutobi's aged face was etched with deep sorrow and utter exhaustion. The surrounding Anbu members bowed their heads in silence, unable to bear the sight. The atmosphere was oppressive and suffocating.

The Nine-Tails' painful panting in the distant ruins became the heavy background noise of this tragedy.

at this time--

"Pfft, pfft."

Two muffled, slightly impatient soft sounds abruptly broke the suffocating wail.

It was the sound of a fist pounding on his back, not very forceful, but to Minato's ears it was as clear as thunder.

Shuimen froze abruptly, and the crying stopped abruptly.

He raised his head blankly, almost sluggishly, his tear-streaked face showing only utter confusion and a glimmer of disbelief.

In his arms, the hand that should have been completely cold was now pounding his back intermittently.

Immediately afterward, Kushina let out a violent cough: "Cough! Cough cough cough! Mizuki, you...you're crushing me!"

Her eyes reopened, and although she was still weak, the deathly despair had faded, replaced by a sense of bewilderment and genuine suffocation after surviving a catastrophe.

Shuimen suddenly released his arms as if he had been electrocuted, leaned back, and stared wide-eyed at the person in his arms.

Kushina was breathing heavily, her chest heaving. Although her face was still pale, an incredible blush of life was spreading back under her skin.

"Kuku Shina?!" Minato's voice trembled violently, his face contorted with a mixture of immense joy and lingering grief, creating an almost comical yet heartbreaking distortion.

"How...how is this possible?!" Hiruzen Sarutobi exclaimed in shock, his cloudy old eyes fixed on Kushina's body.

Not just him, but everyone present was instantly drawn to it.

A soft, pure, yet indescribably vibrant milky-white aura flowed around Kushina Uzumaki. This light, like a warm liquid, enveloped her, mended her broken body, and dispelled the shadow of death.

It wasn't dazzling, but it was so sacred that people dared not look directly at it.

Everyone's gaze instinctively followed the direction of the flowing light, tracing its source.

Not far away, the figure in the white T-shirt—Uchiha U—still stood there casually, his toes even unconsciously grinding a few hairs of the Nine-Tails beneath his feet.

The same, identical milky-white divine radiance pulsed and flowed around him like breath, making his silhouette appear somewhat unreal.

The light created a stark and eerie contrast with the indifferent, even somewhat bored, expression on his face.

Everything is self-evident.

Minato Namikaze abruptly turned to look at Uchiha U, overwhelmed by a surge of gratitude that swept away all his reason.

He practically lunged forward, his voice choked with emotion, filled with the ecstasy of surviving a close call and a profound sense of awe: "Thank you, thank you!!"

Kushina also turned her head with difficulty to look at the mysterious young man who had saved her life. Her lips moved, and she weakly but clearly uttered two words: "Thank you."

The air was thick with a complex mix of shock, elation, and disbelief.

The Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, looked at Uchiha Uchiha with an extremely complex expression, a mixture of gratitude, deep apprehension, and incomprehensible shock.

This power transcends the realm of medical ninjutsu; it's almost a miracle!

Just as the complex atmosphere of surviving the disaster had not yet fully settled, a series of dense, cold, and uniformly oppressive footsteps came from the other side of the ruins.

"Tap tap. Tap."

The ghostly black figure, unique to Root ninjas, appeared silently behind the ruins.

They were like statues frozen in the shadows, silently carving out a path.

Leaning on his signature cane, Danzo Shimura, surrounded by a group of elite Root members, slowly entered the heart of this ravaged battlefield.

His single eye, like a deep pool, swept across the crowd with a sinister and sharp gaze. His eyes lingered for a moment on Kushina and Uchiha Yu, who radiated a holy light, and a hint of barely perceptible surprise flashed across his face.

Finally, he looked at Hiruzen Sarutobi, his voice low and hoarse, carrying his usual desire for control:

"Sarutobi, who's looking for me?"

His gaze finally settled on the unfamiliar young man in the center of the ruins, who was wearing a white T-shirt, surrounded by holy light, and standing on the head of a nine-tailed fox.

The young man seemed completely oblivious to Danzo's pomp and intimidation, and even yawned.

Uchiha U met Danzo's gaze, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved upwards into a smile. The smile was lazy and casual, yet it exuded a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

He raised his eyelids, and his scarlet Rinnegan, adorned with nine tomoe, gleamed with an eerie light under the holy glow. His voice, though not loud, carried clearly to everyone's ears, tinged with a playful mockery:

"You asked, who's looking for you?"

He paused for a moment, then uttered two words that left everyone present dumbfounded.
"grim Reaper!"

With that, he moved with a speed invisible to the naked eye and kicked Danzo's two legs, breaking them!
It wasn't until the next second that Danzo realized what was happening and cried out in pain.

"what!!!"

(End of this chapter)