He was in Konoha, and his domineering aura was overflowing.

Chapter 100 Konoha is safe today, with no hidden dangers.

—Boom!

When the rising sun bursts forth in its most radiant glory.

After a long while, the deafening explosion finally echoed through Konoha, seemingly belatedly.

"It's not that we're slow, it's that we've lost our hearing!"

Behind the earthen wall carved with a single dog's head, Hatake Sakumo, sensing something was wrong, decisively abandoned White Fang and dodged away to avoid frontal damage.

A wave of heat hit me, and the sudden stimulation made me burst into tears.

My eyelids twitched wildly, my facial muscles twitched incoherently, and I pounded my chest with relief at surviving the ordeal.

dong dong dong.

My heart was pounding in my chest from the inside, like a stereo system.

Looking up at the sky, there wasn't a cloud in sight.

Is this prepared for me?

His mood was so chaotic that it felt as if he were being trampled and ravaged by eight hundred cows, a truly horrific sight.

You don't have to.

I composed myself and looked in the direction of the fiftieth string.

The vibrant green, symbolizing life, surrounds the fifty strings, and the pungent smell of blood arrives as expected, like a lover who will never break their promise.

His pupils twitched rapidly, and a faint, pungent smell of blood filled the air.

Was he planning to die with everyone else?

Kakashi, who was three years old at the time, was breathing rapidly, his facial muscles were tense, and his expression did not change.

He was so frightened that his face went numb.

My breath was thick, sticky, and hot, like swallowing untreated waste oil that crawled down my throat. My exposed skin felt like it was in a steam room, and the discomfort was the rapid evaporation of sweat.

It's as if they're not in the Konoha Ninja Academy, but in a scorching desert with thousands of miles of yellow sand.

One head after another peeked out from the solid stone wall.

They were all covered in dust and looked quite disheveled.

The Inuzuka family members are always quick-witted and outspoken.

"Who said long-range ninjutsu could counter him?!"

The Nara family member's eyes twitched, and he suddenly felt a jolt.

"Oh no! Students!"

The students, their eyes gleaming, all turned to look at the teaching building area.

A perfect spot, a platform that allows them to observe the contestants while also facilitating their assessment.

There was no one there at that moment.

Ninja Academy students: We know this area better than you do.

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After exhausting himself to calm the villagers who were agitated by the commotion, Hiruzen Sarutobi stroked his scalp.

A few strands of black hair appeared in the palm of his hand.

"..."

A twitch at the corner of his mouth, and a wave of weariness washed over him.

Although as he gets older, he no longer cares as much about his appearance as he did when he was younger.

But this is different; this is a man's last act of defiance!

“Hinzan.” Mitomon Homura, who had rushed over, said, “The village was not damaged. Even the ninja academy that was right in front of us did not suffer large-scale damage. Only the training ground needs to be renovated.”

"However... my suggestion is to just build a new one."

Mitomon Yan inspected the scene.

Even after he passed by, the scorched earth still radiated astonishing heat; an egg would be cooked instantly if you cracked it on it.

It's more cost-effective to build a new one than to go through the trouble of repairing it.

“Sun Cleave, that technique is far too dangerous, even comparable to the previous ‘Precision Detonation’. It should be classified as a forbidden technique!” Turning Bed Xiaochun said seriously.

Inhale - exhale

He took a long sip, his brow furrowed with worry, glanced at them, and said calmly.

"Strictly speaking, Yu Ge does not belong to the ninja category, and the rules of ninjas do not apply to him."

"That won't do either!" Xiaochun's attitude was quite firm when she changed dorm rooms.

Or rather, the signals conveyed by this fluctuation forced her to be firm.

'Parent-child rice bowls' are specifically targeted at blood relatives.

'Sun, submit to death' - widespread destruction.

If these two had been developed during the time of the First Hokage, they would have been put into the Scroll of Seals as soon as they were developed.

"This is far too dangerous. The village must nip any potential threats in the bud and monitor their every move!"

Danzo Shimura, who had previously disguised himself, immediately followed.

Heaven has mercy on him; he has been hiding from Fifty Strings to prevent that inherently evil Fifty Strings brat from seeing him on the street and rushing up to shout "God punish me!"

"Yes, Rizan, this matter concerns the entire village, so we can't be careless! It's several levels more troublesome than the previous Kusagakure incident."

To them, Kusagakure was just a roadside village. Although taking them down would make Konoha's reputation terrifying among small ninja villages, it was still just a small place.

The Great Ninja Village has always held the countryside in high esteem.

Seeing that the other two members of F4 were siding with him, Danzo immediately followed suit.

Hiruzen Sarutobi, his eyes weary yet calm, slowly swept over his three old friends, opened his mouth, and began to speak in a leisurely and deliberate manner.

"So to put it another way, what you want to control is a strong person whose strength is enough to fight Konoha's White Fang head-on on the battlefield and leave him helpless."

"He possesses several highly destructive techniques that require little preparation time and are prone to extreme behavior when provoked by external stimuli."

What do you think?

With each sentence, F3's expression changed, and after Sarutobi Hiruzen finished speaking, they looked at each other in bewilderment.

"That's still not possible." Xiaochun hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

Hiruzen Sarutobi took in all the changes in her expression.

He knew his friend's personality very well.

Under normal circumstances, she would have chased after him and bitten him long ago, or at least gotten her hands on him.

But Koharu Tsukishiro is equally familiar with the 50-string instrument.

Her responsibility is to oversee the logistics of Konoha, which includes Konoha Hospital. Some of her duties involve managing the hospital, and in recent years, Isogen has occasionally returned to the hospital for a day trip.

Therefore, Koharu has a deep understanding of how troublesome it is to stop someone from playing the 50-string guitar once they start.

However, the fifty strings themselves possess power beyond reason.

His willful nature, coupled with his unstable spirit and power surpassing that of most ninjas, made him a formidable force.

Thus, a special being was born, existing outside the system, attracting everyone's attention, fear, and curiosity, yet no one dared to get too close or provoke it.

Mitokado En immediately understood Sarutobi Hiruzen's thoughts, coughed twice, and said seriously.

“Hiruzen’s considerations make sense, and besides, Isogen is competing against Hatake Sakumo. It’s hard to avoid some unexpected things happening in a ninja competition of this level.”

"Subsequent observations also proved that Isogen directed a large amount of energy into the sky, and the only part of Konoha's main body that suffered damage was the training ground, which was unavoidable during the competition. This shows that Isogen was very measured."

After a moment of silence, Xiaochun sighed and said, "The hospital has received very few patients at the moment. They are mostly people who were staring at the bright light emitted by that strangely named technique. The problem is in their eyes."

Upon hearing her report, Hiruzen Sarutobi's expression turned strange.

Hmm, he heard about this while he was trying to calm the villagers down. Hyuga, who was always looking for trouble, curiously rolled his eyes.

Under normal circumstances, the Hyuga clan does not casually activate their Byakugan in the village. After all, the characteristics of activating the Byakugan are too obvious, and if they are mistaken for perverted voyeurs, there is no way to explain it away.

However, the habit of rolling one's eyes and looking at things when in doubt, which has been developed over many years, is not so easy to break.

The result was that Konoha Hospital had one new patient.

Skipping over that question, Koharu, after changing rooms, pressed on: "Hidan, are you really planning to let him remain unaffiliated?"

"Sakumo will take care of it."

"But you saw how it ended today. If he really goes crazy, even Sakumo Hatake probably can't control him."

Konoha's White Fang is indeed very strong.

What he showed during the evaluation was only the tip of the iceberg; he is a ninja who can serve as the face of Konoha.

But even the strongest ninja is still a mortal, and a single misstep can lead to a genin defeating a jonin—this is not a myth.

Judging from the current situation alone, Sakumo Hatake's close combat system is terribly incompatible with Isogumo's.

Once Fifty Strings releases that technique, whose exact range is unknown because most of the energy is concentrated in the air, any ninja within that range will almost certainly die.

Konoha Shiroga was no exception.

"At least it's one way." Sarutobi Hiruzen sighed, finally venting his utter helplessness.

The three fell silent.

Tired.

It is undoubtedly a good thing that such an outstanding descendant has emerged in the village, but why do they feel so tired and exhausted?

Suddenly, they turned their gaze to Danzo, whose eyes were darting around.

"Why are you all looking at this old man?" Danzo frowned.

"How dare you ask? If it weren't for you, the problem wouldn't be this serious now!" Xiaochun scolded irritably after changing dorm rooms.

Danzo's face darkened, and he snorted coldly, "I did it all for Konoha!"

Well, now that things have come to this, he can't very well deny that this matter might, possibly, probably, should, or perhaps has some connection to him.

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After fifty years of singing, he officially graduated, and Konoha celebrated.

Chapter 101 Nine-Tailed Fox: I Can't Live Like This Anymore

The discussion of the Fifty Strings wasn't limited to the Konoha F4; the rest of the Jonin from various clans, having completed their respective tasks and quelled the unrest, gathered together.

Those who witnessed the entire event still bear the lingering shock on their faces.

ton ton ton.

After downing a large glass of ice-cold draft beer, Yamanaka Iyoshi let out a long, stale breath, as if he were expelling all the shock that had been building up inside him.

"For a moment I almost thought we were going to meet the First Generation."

"Don't say such scary things!"

"Haha, that's true." The head of the Inuzuka family laughed heartily, his expression filled with emotion: "We didn't die on the battlefield, but we almost died at the hands of our own village's descendants. If that had really happened, I can't even imagine how future generations would judge us."

The fishy pine needles smashed against my chest.

On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, the Jonin of various ninja clans gathered to watch a young man take his graduation exam, and he died.

They wouldn't dare read this even if I wrote it.