Naruto: Experience Pain, Start by Copying the Entire Shinobi World

The wind stopped.

It didn't stop naturally; it was forced to stop by the incredibly awkward atmosphere.

On Hashirama Senju's face, smeared with dust and blood, the expression slowly shifted from initial wariness to blankness.

Finally, the scene freezes in a state of bewilderment, as if asking, "Who am I? Where am I? Did I just hear that right?"

He blinked twice, his gaze lingering on Tsunade's beautiful yet distinctly menacing face.

"granddaughter?"

Hashirama scratched his messy long hair, glancing somewhat guiltily at Madara Uchiha beside him.

"Um, Madara, have I been... not sleeping well lately? Am I hallucinating?"

Before Ban could answer, he started counting on his fingers again.

"Wait a minute, Mito isn't pregnant yet... Even if she is, it'll be a son or a daughter, so where would such a big granddaughter come from? Could it be that I'll be out there with her later..."

"Shut up!"

The veins on Tsunade's forehead finally bulged.

She had prepared a whole host of touching lines that transcended time and space, but this frivolous old man started spouting such vulgar and inappropriate words.

She took a deep breath, couldn't help herself, and punched the rock at her feet.

Boom—!

There was no fluctuation of chakra; it was purely an outpouring of physical power.

The granite block, which was as big as half a house, crumbled into dust like a block of tofu under her fist.

The ground cracked outwards in a spiderweb pattern from the point where the fists landed, extending for dozens of meters. Even the large crater that the two had just created trembled.

Hashirama and Madara's eyelids twitched simultaneously.

That incredible strength...

That familiar irritability...

"They are indeed from the Senju family."

Madara snorted coldly, lowering his fan slightly, but his crimson Sharingan remained fixed on Qianxuan.

"But that doesn't prove anything. While the Senju clan's superhuman strength is rare, it's not like no one can imitate it."

He took a step forward, and that arrogant aura unique to the Asura of the Ninja World spread out once again.

"And that woman with horns, Grandma? Ha! That's utterly ridiculous!"

A mocking smile curled at the corner of Ban's mouth.

"I know the Uchiha clan's genealogy by heart, and I've never heard of an ancestor with horns on his head. What kind of actors are you, popping out of some backwater, daring to play tricks on me?"

Princess Kaguya was still in a daze.

She was staring at Madara's eternal Mangekyou Sharingan, seemingly trying to recall which generation of Indra this was.

Upon hearing the word "actor," the goddess of the rabbit finally reacted.

She turned her head and looked at Qian Xuan, her eyes filled with innocence:

"Can I hit him?"

Qian Xuanzheng pulled out another handful of melon seeds from his pocket, and shrugged upon hearing this:

"That's your grandson, do whatever you want with him. Just don't kill him, after all, we'll need him to contribute to the ninja world's GDP in the future."

"it is good."

Princess Kaguya nodded.

next second.

There were no signs whatsoever.

Ban felt as if the air around him had suddenly become incredibly thick, as if he had been encased in amber.

His prized eye power and immense chakra completely lost their power at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, a strand of long white hair, like a living venomous snake, disregarded the distance in space and instantly wrapped around his neck.

"What?!"

Ban's pupils suddenly contracted.

too fast!

So fast that even the eternal kaleidoscope couldn't capture its trajectory!

He instinctively tried to use the substitution technique, but found that his body was completely immobile.

The strand of hair wasn't tied tightly; it was just tossed around gently.

boom!

Madara Uchiha, who once terrified the ninjas of the Five Great Nations to the point of wetting his pants, was like a naughty child being disciplined by an adult.

The person was flung away by that strand of hair, tracing a graceful parabola in the air.

Then it crashed heavily into the rock wall hundreds of meters away.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere.

Hashirama's mouth dropped open, his jaw almost falling to the ground.

Those are spots!

That was Uchiha Madara, who had just fought him for three days and three nights and leveled several mountains!

Just like that... he was instantly defeated by a single strand of hair?

Princess Kaguya pulled her hair back, her face expressionless, as if she had casually swatted a mosquito.

She glanced in that direction and made a casual remark:

"Indra's descendants are still so rude."

Qianxuan clapped at the opportune moment:

"Beautiful. This is the love from our ancestors, profound and weighty."

Hashirama swallowed hard. The way he looked at Kaguya had completely changed.

This isn't some actor, this is practically a humanoid tailed beast...

No, it's ten thousand times more terrifying than a tailed beast!

"that……"

Hashirama raised his hand, like a primary school student wanting to ask a question in class, his tone becoming exceptionally obedient.

"Grandma? You just mentioned Indra...you mean the eldest son of the Sage of Six Paths?"

As the patriarch of the Senju clan, he had some knowledge of these ancient myths.

Princess Kaguya ignored him and continued to stare blankly.

Qianxuan answered for her:

"That's right. Your best buddy Madara is the reincarnation of Indra's chakra. And you, Hashirama, are the reincarnation of Ashura. So, in a sense, she is indeed your grandmother, and a direct descendant at that."

Hashirama felt like his brain wasn't working properly.

Reincarnation?

myth?

grandmother?

This is too surreal!

Just then, the pile of rubble in the distance exploded with a loud crash.

The spots burst out from inside.

His armor was completely shattered, half of his face was swollen, and his eyes burned with a palpable rage.

"Damn it!!"

Blue chakra flames shot into the sky, and the skeleton of the complete Susanoo instantly took shape.

He is Uchiha Madara, a proud eagle. How could he possibly accept such inexplicable humiliation!

"I'm going to kill you all!!"

The enormous chakra sword, carrying a world-destroying aura, slashed down towards the three of them.

Tsunade frowned, about to make a move.

Qianxuan pressed down on her shoulder.

"I'll do it."

He sighed and casually tossed the sunflower seed shells in his hand.

"Honestly, you're all so irritable. It seems you won't talk properly unless I give you old-fashioned bumpkins a little modern shock."

The sunflower seed shells that were floating in the air did not fall to the ground.

They hovered in mid-air, trembling slightly.

then.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

A piercing whistling sound rang out.

Those fragile sunflower seed shells, which would normally crumble at the slightest touch, were imbued with an extreme kinetic energy and hardness in that instant.

They transformed into countless streaks of light, invisible to the naked eye, and crashed into the enormous Susanoo.

Ding ding ding!

The dense pounding sounds were like a downpour hitting banana leaves.

Under the horrified gazes of Hashirama and Madara, the Perfect Susanoo, touted as having absolute defense and capable of withstanding even a Tailed Beast Ball,

It was turned into a sieve by this handful of sunflower seed shells!

Blue chakra fragments flew everywhere.

Before Madara's attack could land, it was forcibly disintegrated.

One of the sunflower seed shells flew past Ban's cheek, leaving a thin trail of blood on his handsome face.

That's not a killing move.

This is a warning.

The entire room fell silent.

Ban stood frozen in place, maintaining his sword-wielding posture, cold sweat trickling down his forehead and dripping onto the ground.

He could sense that if that melon seed shell had been even an inch off, his head would be a rotten watermelon by now.

Using sunflower seed shells... to break the complete Susanoo?

What the hell is that monster?!

Qianxuan clapped his hands, as if he had done something insignificant.

He walked up to the completely petrified Hashirama and extended his hand with a smile.

"Let's get to know each other again."

"My name is Sakuya Chigen, and I am the husband of your granddaughter Tsunade, that is, your grandson-in-law."

"That white-haired guy over there is your and your best friend's ancestor."

"We come from the future, several decades from now."

"I came back mainly for my honeymoon, and also to watch you two losers fight each other."

Hashirama looked at the outstretched hand, then at the beautiful but powerful "granddaughter" beside him, who could shatter a mountain with a single punch.

Then look at that "grandma" whose hair could blow away her freckles.

Finally, his gaze fell upon the "grandson-in-law" who was teaching people a lesson using sunflower seed shells.

His strong heart finally couldn't handle the overwhelming amount of information.

"Hahaha……"

Hashirama chuckled twice, then rolled his eyes and fell backward with a very decisive movement.

fainted.

"grandfather!"

Tsunade sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation.

Is this mental fortitude truly that of a ninja god?

Qianxuan wasn't surprised. He turned to look at Ban, who was still questioning his existence, and waved.

"Hey, you spiky-haired guy over there. Stop posing and come help your buddy up. Let's find a place to sit down and chat over hot pot. I have a multi-million dollar business deal I'd like to discuss with you guys."

spot:"……"

He looked at Qian Xuan, the killing intent in his eyes completely gone, replaced by a deep sense of apprehension and...confusion.

What's wrong with this world?