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

Inside the medical tent, a strong smell of herbs mingled with the stench of blood, creating a suffocating atmosphere.

Qianxuan's eyelashes trembled, and his consciousness slowly emerged from the chaotic darkness.

The first thing to recover was the sense of smell.

No, it doesn't smell like herbs.

It smells like... roasted meat?

He suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes, which had just regained their luster, instantly lit up.

He sprang up from the bed with a swift movement, his movements so agile that he didn't seem like a seriously injured person who had just returned from the brink of death.

"Food! Where's the food?!"

His shout, full of energy, startled Lin, who was changing his dressing.

"Senior, you're awake?"

Lin was both surprised and delighted, and was about to say something.

Qianxuan's gaze was already precisely locked onto the lunch that Minato had just delivered but hadn't had time to eat yet—a large box of steaming hot grilled meat rice—on the table not far away.

The next second, he pounced on the food like a hungry tiger, grabbed the lunchbox, and without even using chopsticks, he shoved it into his mouth with his hands.

Lin stared blankly at the scene, opened her mouth, but ultimately swallowed back the words of dissuasion.

Oh well, being able to eat is a blessing.

Judging from his energetic appearance, he should be alright.

Qianxuan wolfed down his food while letting out a long sigh of relief.

Bet right.

Madara Uchiha, that proud old man, must have lost face after he and Shisui teamed up to kill one of his clones.

Given his arrogance, he would never deign to send a second clone, much less his main body personally hunt down a "junior" like himself.

For now, we are safe.

He touched his empty stomach, feeling the chakra transformed from the food replenishing his parched meridians, and his mouth movements quickened.

Just then, the tent flap was suddenly yanked open.

"Rin! I'm telling you! I just beat that bastard Kakashi again!"

Obito burst in, his messy black hair still adorned with a few leaves, but his face was beaming with excitement.

When he saw Qianxuan, who was stuffing his lunchbox into his mouth, his eyes lit up instantly.

"Senior Qianxuan! You're awake!"

He rushed to Lin's side, puffed out his chest, and his face was full of proud "praise me" expressions.

"How was it, Lin? I was pretty good, right?"

Obito lowered his voice and winked at Rin.

"I single-handedly stormed into the Land of Water, and amidst an encirclement of thousands of Kirigakure ninja, I managed to rescue Sengen-senpai and Shisui-kun! Just like a legendary hero!"

Lin couldn't help but laugh when she saw his smug expression.

Not far away, Shisui, who had just been cured and was resting on another bed, showed an extremely complicated expression when he heard this.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but seeing Obito's excited expression, he ultimately chose to remain silent.

In the corner of the tent, Kakashi silently turned a page of the book in his hand without even lifting his eyelids.

Qianxuan quickly devoured a whole box of roasted meat rice, licked his fingers with lingering satisfaction, and then beckoned to Zhishui with his finger.

"Hey kid, come here."

Shisui walked over, looking completely bewildered.

Qianxuan put his arm around his shoulder and led him to a secluded corner outside the tent. His expression turned serious.

Seeing this, Shisui followed him out.

"Still water,"

Qianxuan turned her gaze to him.

"Don't tell anyone about that person yet, especially not about Wood Release."

Shisui paused for a moment, then nodded heavily.

Senior Qianxuan must have his reasons for saying that.

Qianxuan sighed inwardly.

If those two old foxes, the Third Hokage and Danzo, found out about this, they'd study me like a rare animal for three days and three nights straight. I don't have that much free time to play games with them.

He patted Shisui on the shoulder and then rubbed Obito's head.

"Alright, you two are exhausted too, go and get some rest."

After sending the two younger ones away, Qianxuan stretched, his joints cracking loudly.

He gazed at the distant, turbulent sea, his expression gradually becoming serious.

A storm is coming.

……

One day later.

The piercing alarm shattered the tranquility of the early morning without warning.

"Enemy attack—! A large force of Mist Ninja is attacking!"

The entire camp was instantly jolted awake, and countless figures rushed out of the tents, filling the air with a tense and deadly atmosphere.

Minato appeared on the makeshift watchtower immediately. He looked at the densely packed Mist Ninja fleet on the sea, like a swarm of locusts. His blue eyes, which always carried a gentle smile, were now as cold as ice.

"Fugaku, Area A is yours!"

"Choza, Inoichi, Shikaku, you're in charge of Area B!"

"Kakashi, you're in charge of Area C!"

He issued a series of commands in an orderly manner.

Just then, a massive and icy surge of chakra erupted from the very center of the Mist Ninja fleet.

A huge ice path instantly formed on the sea surface, leading straight to the coast.

A figure walked unhurriedly along the icy path towards the defensive line.

He wore the attire that signified his identity as the Mizukage, and although his face was handsome, his expression was as cold as a doll without any emotion.

Three generations of water shadows, water without moon and frost.

I'll go and meet him.

Shuimen's figure disappeared from the watchtower in an instant.

The next second, he appeared at the very edge of the beach, blocking the Third Mizukage's path.

"Lord Mizukage,"

The sound of the water gate was calm.

"Do you really want the war to come to this?"

The Third Mizukage's empty gaze fell upon him, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"This is the will of the village."

His voice, too, was like ice, devoid of any warmth.

The moment he finished speaking, he formed a hand seal with one hand.

"Ice Release: Ice Crystal Technique!"

Countless sharp ice spikes appeared out of thin air around the water gate, blocking all his escape routes from all directions.

Minato's figure disappeared a second before the ice spikes closed.

Flying Thunder God Technique.

He appeared behind the Third Mizukage, and silently slashed towards the man's neck with a specially made kunai engraved with a spell symbol.

clang!

A crisp sound.

A crystal-clear ice mirror blocked the sharpness of the kunai.

The Third Mizukage turned around, still with that expressionless face. He didn't seem to be in a hurry to decide the winner, only occasionally unleashing a few powerful ice-style ninjutsu, forcing Minato to rely on the Flying Thunder God Technique to dodge.

The more the water gate was breached, the deeper the doubts in his heart became.

Not right.

He felt something strange about this Third Mizukage.

But he couldn't quite put his finger on what was strange about it.