Naruto: In the name of the Senju, he made the ninja world tremble.

"I want to fight, the kind of fight where every punch lands, a truly exhilarating battle!"

"Yes, yes."

"I need the art of spiritualization, a body capable of fighting independently."

"No problem, no problem."

"I also have the Wood Release secret technique, the Tree World Advent, the kind that can overwhelm the entire ninja world."

"It definitely exists, it definitely exists."

"You bastard, you can't just agree with words!"

Inside the chakra flame space, Senba was grabbed by the neck and pinned to the ground by Mori no Senba, who was wearing red armor.

He looked at the other person with a helpless expression.

Chiyu hadn't expected her clone to be so warlike; merely transmitting the memory of annihilating the samurai Tetsuzo had directly triggered the clone's intense fighting spirit.

"Mori no Chiba, calm down, calm down. You will get everything you need, it's just a matter of time. Now you should help take a look at these new ninjutsu. Although the ninjutsu Granny Momoka gave us this time are not high-level, they are very versatile."

"Besides, if you leave, I'm afraid my bloodline will not be able to hold up, and you wouldn't want to see that happen, would you?"

Qianyu stood up and put her arm around the other person's red shoulder armor, patiently trying to persuade them, but to no avail, and finally received a haughty snort from the other person.

Looking at Sen no Chiba sitting beside the chakra fire, with her hand reaching into the blue flames, Chiba knew in her heart that the other was anxious. It was now Konoha's 52nd year.

The events that followed, such as Orochimaru's defection and the Hidden Cloud Village's theft of the Byakugan, were only briefly mentioned in the original work, but in the context of the ninja world, each one was a momentous event.

He still needed to work harder. Gazing at the white snowdrifts illuminated by the moonlight outside the window, Qianyu fell into a deep sleep on the cot beside his grandfather's hospital bed. He had been spending his nights with his grandfather in the ward lately, accompanying the old man on his final journey.

Meanwhile, underground in Konoha, someone was also planning to send the Third Hokage away ahead of schedule. Hiruzen Sarutobi had the fewest guards in history, yet he still dared to risk leaving the village—a truly golden opportunity.

"Take 'A' with you on this mission. Remember, if we fail, you can die, but A cannot!"

"Yes, sir!"

After that, this place fell into a deathly silence, just like the night in Konoha, until one day the sun broke through the darkness and shone here, bringing a new scene.

The next morning, as the sun shone brightly, Qianyu walked into the Qian Shou ancestral home with practiced ease. The guards and maids along the way treated him with even greater respect than usual, clearly indicating that the scene of him having dinner with Granny Taohua the previous day had already spread.

Among the younger generation before Chiyu, Tsunade was the only one who could dine with Granny Momoka. Although there was a significant age difference between Tsunade and Chiyu, she held extraordinary significance in the eyes of the rest of the Senju clan.

The savory miso soup and sweet tamagoyaki, paired with fragrant white rice and thick-cut fried pork cutlet, instantly energized Chiyu. He needed a high-level match between two novices.

So after bidding farewell to Granny Peach Blossom, he got up and ran all the way across the rooftops of the village. He could pass through without hindrance as long as he saw the headband on his forehead and encountered patrol teams or scout hawks in the sky.

The Konoha training ground was covered in a blanket of white after the snowfall. The half-foot-deep snow crunched underfoot, and the sound of bare branches breaking under the weight of the snow could be heard from time to time, startling a few sparrows into scattering and flying away.

At this moment, Uchiha Tsukuyomi was standing on the snow, rapidly forming hand seals in front of him, "Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique."

This second most compassionate ninjutsu in the Naruto world transformed into a powerful fireball technique with a diameter of over two meters, which spewed from her mouth and rolled forward, melting the accumulated snow.

Next second,

"Wind Release: Great Breakthrough".

"Senba-ryu created a combination ninjutsu, where wind and fire clash."

A massive storm swept in from the side, enveloping the fireball, which then began to expand at a visible speed, instantly blowing away and melting a large area of ​​thick snow.

"boom--!"

A tremendous roar resounded, and several walls of fire flew out in all directions, forcing Chiba and Uchiha Tsuki to retreat. It was clear that this combined ninjutsu had failed.

However, Qianyu was not disappointed. Instead, he looked thoughtful. His breakthrough and the move he mentioned earlier were just a joke, but the power was quite to his liking.

But now was not the time to think about these things, because Uchiha Tsukuyomi had already eagerly swung "Slice Rain" at him.

"Uchiha Style, Leaping Sword Flame, Slash!"

The fiery rain slashed towards Chiyu's neck. The intense heat made Chiyu's hair stand on end, and he leaned back as the scorching heat swept past him.

Chiyu suppressed his urge to use ninjutsu, stretched out his right hand and a huge Fuma Shuriken appeared, its four blades unfolding in turn, followed by the sound of tearing through the air in his palm.

Just then, a figure landed beside the training ground, a toothpick dangling from his mouth, leaning against a large tree and watching their battle.

Upon seeing Genma Shiranui's Chiba, his eyes darted around, and he swiftly charged towards Uchiha Tsuki, shouting out the name of the move.

"Moon, following my move, the second form of the Wind Demon's Shuriken: True Jizo Exorcising Gale Sky-Splitting Sun-Piercing Slash!"

"What kind of lousy name is that?!"

Uchiha Tsuki, clearly stunned by the extremely long name of Chiba's move, paused for a moment. The next second, the giant Fuma Shuriken sliced ​​through the snowy sky, rushing towards the gate with a sharp whistling sound.

"Uchiha-style swordsmanship, counter-block!"

Uchiha Yue used the spine of her sword to deflect and strike the powerful Fuma Shuriken, sending it flying. At the same time, she felt a tingling sensation in her palm.

Before she could react, Qianyu was already close by, another Wind Demon Hand Sword appeared in her left hand, and she raised the four crescent fans together high before slashing down fiercely.

The immense force forced Uchiha Yue to retreat continuously, while the numbness in her hand grew stronger. Just as she was about to lose her grip on the Rain of Slash, the attack from the other side stopped.

"Are you alright, Yue?" Qianyu looked at the blade of the sword in Fengmo's hand, which looked like it had been chewed by a dog, and then looked at the sharp and brand-new Qieyu in Yue's hand. She wisely stopped.

There's really no need for the two to spar without using ninjutsu. One is a master swordsman, and the other relies purely on brute force. What's the point of a spar?

Seeing this scene from the sidelines, Genma Shiranui gently clapped his hands and called the two over.

"Chiyu, what was the name of that Wind Demon Shuriken technique you just used?"

"I just made it up on the spot," Chiyu said, seeing Genma's puzzled expression. She explained that she had heard the elders of her clan describe the Fourth Hokage and, feeling admiration, had imitated him a little.

Upon hearing this, Genma Shiranui patted Chiyu on the shoulder with a somewhat emotional expression, feeling increasingly satisfied with him.

Meanwhile, Uchiha Yue, standing nearby, was inspecting her ninja tools, seemingly worried about damage from a collision, though a mischievous smile flickered in her large eyes.

She didn't believe what Chiyu had just said at all, because Chiyu had privately commented that the Fourth Hokage was a "good husband." Although she didn't go into details, she absolutely didn't believe that she said it out of admiration.