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

The incessant drizzle relentlessly poured down on this land, and the rising humidity worsened the conditions of the chronically ill patients in the caravan.

The female healer was quietly brewing a medicinal soup in a secluded spot. On the table beside her were freshly served hot soup and rice balls, but she didn't touch them at all, focusing instead on observing the medicine pot in front of her.

"The female healer? They said you were looking for me. What's the matter?" The caravan leader, wearing rain gear, pushed open the door, and a cool breeze rushed into the room, causing the flames simmering the medicinal soup to flicker violently.

"Mr. Yunqi, I just discovered that much of our food has been improperly stored and has gone moldy," the female doctor said, gently smoothing her blonde hair at her temples and looking meaningfully at the food beside her. "We need to buy some new food here."

"Moreover, I'm running low on medicinal herbs, and I need to replenish them tomorrow."

"It's moldy?" The caravan leader wondered to himself. The food from the Land of Earth caravan was specially treated and extremely durable. How could it have spoiled before even leaving the Land of Rain?

However, he had known the female doctor for quite some time, and she wasn't the kind of person to make baseless accusations. So he immediately nodded in agreement, then turned and left to check on the food storage situation, knowing that resupplying a caravan was a huge expense.

After the room fell silent again, the female doctor continued her work. She was supposed to meet with the villagers, but she couldn't make any rash moves.

The presence of a ninja hiding his identity within the caravan, who also poisoned the caravan's food, made her wary, and she dared not leave the caravan easily to prevent any accidents.

The female healer gazed at the burning flames before her and couldn't help but sigh. She had been away from Konoha for so long, and she wondered how the children were doing. She wondered if the recent events in Konoha had affected them.

The campfire crackled and burned in the center of the cave, the flickering flames casting two figures on the cave wall, their shadows flashing and dimming in the cold wind.

Orochimaru's defection was not a decision made overnight, but the inevitable result of his long-term accumulated behavior. He had an extraordinary passion for experiments, which often marked the beginning of crossing the line of human ethics.

Qianyu spoke calmly, without much emotion, clearly describing all the details she knew, and adding her own opinion at the end.

Jiraiya leaned against the back of a giant toad, slowly drinking from a sake jug in his hand, a look of sadness flashing in his eyes.

It is unknown when Orochimaru began to research forbidden techniques. He was dissatisfied with the fragility of life and had an extreme fear of death. However, he never expected that this day would come so soon.

Chiba, who was standing next to Jiraiya, did not interrupt Jiraiya's thoughts. Instead, she silently added a dry branch to the campfire. In this situation, it was best to let the other person have some peace and quiet.

Out of boredom, Qianyu pricked his fingertip and flicked his wrist, and a small blue slug appeared in his palm. It then crawled up and down his fingertip, interacting happily with Qianyu.

"Your relationship with the slug is very good, even better than Tsunade's," Jiraiya said, looking at the little slug playing happily with Chiba, his tone full of surprise. "It's more like Granny Momoka's way of getting along with the slug."

"Really? Perhaps it's because I'm young that Slug-sama takes better care of me," Chiyu said with a smile, placing the little slug on her shoulder.

"Take care of me? Heh, if you encountered the summoning beasts of Mount Myōboku and Ryūchi Cave, you might have a different opinion about the three sacred sites."

Jiraiya said with some envy, "Ryuchi Cave aside, it took him a lot of effort to sign a contract with that guy Bunta back then. It's nothing like this kid's smooth sailing."

"Uncle-Master is joking. The three holy lands are the representatives of spirit beasts, so it's normal for them to be a little special." Qianyu said, gently patting the slightly angry little slug with his palm.

"Don't be so formal," Jiraiya grinned, regaining his usual carefree attitude. "By the way, how's your ninjutsu learning going, which I had Granny Momoka pass on to you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiraiya moved slightly, a faint chakra fluctuation emanating from his body. He raised one hand, and his long white hair swept towards Chiba like tentacles.

Qian Yu straightened his expression and instantly entered a meditative state. He sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands quickly forming hand seals in front of his chest. Chakra flowed steadily and condensed through his fingertips, and he did not panic despite the sudden attack.

"Ninjutsu, Needle Jizo!"

In an instant, Qianyu's white ponytail, which had been bound behind his back, suddenly swelled up, breaking free of the restraints, and spread and intertwined wildly in front of him like several agile white snakes.

Chakra flowed continuously into her hair, instantly turning her soft hair as hard as iron, layer upon layer, completely enveloping her, with countless sharp spikes appearing on her surface.

The next second, Jiraiya's long hair attacked Chiba's front, and several collision sounds occurred in the blink of an eye. The air was filled with muffled sounds like drumming, but there was no chance to break through the defense.

Seeing this, Jiraiya's eyes flashed with appreciation, and he couldn't help but smile and nod, repeatedly praising, "Good! Good! Good!"

He said "good" three times, which showed his satisfaction; Konoha had a worthy successor.

Seeing this, Qianyu dispelled her ninjutsu, and her white hair returned to normal. "Thank you for the praise, Uncle-Master. It's just a matter of diligent practice and getting better with time."

"The art of ninjutsu is not about being flashy. Although you inherited the physique of the Senju clan, you do not have a powerful bloodline limit like Wood Release, so you must hone your ninjutsu to the extreme."

Jiraiya looked at Chiba, his gaze suddenly becoming serious and solemn.

"The Needle Earthly Branch Technique requires a high level of skill and delicate control over chakra, and not everyone can master it easily."

Jiraiya spoke slowly, his tone carrying a profound sense of inheritance, "In that case, I will pass on the other hair ninjutsu to you, as a way of helping me protect Konoha. I have my own mission and cannot stay in Konoha for long."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiraiya ignored Chiba's astonished gaze and began to teach.

"Ninja Art: Lion's Mane Technique!"

"Ninja Art, Needle Hell!"

Chiba was completely focused, watching Jiraiya's every move intently, memorizing every incantation, and sensing the flow of his chakra.

He tried again and again, following Jiraiya's instructions.

From initially struggling with hair manipulation to gradually mastering shape changes, from simple stretching and binding to fully executing the Lion's Hair Technique.

Every time he failed, Jiraiya would patiently point out the problem, correct his chakra deviation, and adjust his hand seal rhythm.

The campfire inside the cave was still burning, illuminating the focused figures of the two men.

The rain outside the cave gradually subsided, and the sky began to brighten slightly. It was a rare sunny day in the Land of Rain.