Naruto: Reincarnation of a Hundred Lifetimes, the Uchiha's White Moonlight

Within the core fortress of the Snow Country.

The current Daimyo, Fuuka Nutō, narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingertips lightly on the cold armrest of the throne. As if sensing something, he suddenly let out a low laugh: "My good niece, you have finally returned to the land of the Snow Country."

As her uncle, I naturally want to give her a proper welcome.

He glanced at the guard beside him, his tone chilling: "Quickly, find my good niece, Little Snow, of the Snow Kingdom's royal bloodline."

I told her, "As her uncle, I really miss her."

A greedy golden glint flashed in Feng Hua Nu Tao's eyes the moment his words fell.

The dozens of snow ninjas in front of him bowed in unison to receive the order, their figures darting out of the fortress like ghosts, disappearing into the swirling snow in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace.

This is the huge advantage that the unique geographical environment of the Land of Snow brings to the Snow Ninja. Just as the ninjas of Kirigakure can use water mist to conceal their figures and unleash the maximum power of their ninjutsu, the snowstorm is the best cover for the Snow Ninja.

"Xiaoxue..."

Feng Hua Nu Tao leaned against the cold throne, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "Uncle really misses you. I can't wait for you to return and inherit the entire Snow Kingdom."

The aura emanating from him was already very close to that of a Jonin.

Although he is far less powerful than Hanzo the Salamander, the demigod of Amegakure, he is undoubtedly a top-tier powerhouse in this remote Land of Snow.

No wonder he was able to successfully rebel back then and firmly control the Snow Country for so many years; everything makes perfect sense.

"Achoo!"

On the other side, Yun'an, who had just stepped into the heart of the Snow Country, sneezed loudly and rubbed his nose, which was a little stiff from the cold.

Looking around, the world was a vast expanse of white.

There was no other color besides white; the howling wind whipped up snowflakes that stung my face.

The strong winds had no effect on Yun An and the others, but the few "weaklings" in the group suffered.

Little Li, Shizune, Fuji Fuyuki, and Asai Santayu were all bundled up tightly, but they were still shivering from the cold and walking with difficulty.

It was precisely because of taking care of them that the entire team's marching speed was slowed down by several times.

If Yun An really wanted a quick victory, he could simply use his space-time ninjutsu to locate Feng Hua Nu Tao and kill him with a single strike—simple and satisfying.

But he insisted on having some fun with the wind, flowers, and raging waves.

Only then did he patiently lead the team to slowly move forward in the wind and snow.

"This place...is it really habitable?"

Leonardo DiCaprio wrapped his coat tighter around himself.

Looking at the desolate, snowy world before me, I couldn't help but ask a heartbreaking question.

After all, compared to the warm, comfortable, and lush Konoha Village, the Land of Snow was far too rudimentary, and the living conditions were extremely poor, even more unbearable than the perpetually rainy Amegakure Village.

"At least all these years, the people of the Land of Snow are still here."

Feng Hua Xiaoxue said calmly, her face showing little emotion, but anyone could hear the stubbornness and dissatisfaction in her words.

After hearing this, Little Li scratched his head awkwardly and gave an embarrassed smile.

Seeing this, Matt Kai immediately put on a stern face and scolded him a few times, and the matter was barely dropped.

No one likes others to say anything bad about their hometown or homeland; protecting one's homeland is an instinct that everyone would do subconsciously.

While the Land of Snow may indeed be inferior to Amegakure and Konoha in many ways, even the truth is not something that can be easily said.

"Alright, don't mind what the kid says."

Tsunade strode forward casually, a small sake bottle in her hand. She tilted her head back and took a swig, her face flushed, her expression slightly drunk, and her body felt warm.

Tsunade wasn't the only one in the group; almost every member carried their own warm sake, taking sips from time to time to warm themselves and ward off the biting cold wind.

suddenly.

"Buzz buzz buzz".

The roar of a train hurtling towards us came from ahead, deafening as it rolled over the snow-covered tracks, kicking up clouds of snow.

Yun An raised an eyebrow, and his purple Rinnegan quietly appeared. He could clearly sense several impressive chakra streams rushing toward them as the train sped by.

Tsunade, standing nearby, straightened her expression and then let out a sneer.

A Jonin's strength is such that in an ordinary ninja village, or even a small country, they would definitely be considered a troublesome problem, or even a terrifying armed group.

But for a team full of hidden talents, it can only be described as so-so.

Jiraiya yawned lazily, stretched, and grinned mischievously: "Kakashi, Guy, I'm leaving you two young people in your care. Remember to respect your elders."

"Understood, Jiraiya-sama."

Kakashi responded, and the kunai in his hand quietly spun, its silver light shimmering in the wind and snow.

Might Guy was already impatient, and even the terrible weather and the omnipresent blizzards would not affect his burning youthful passion.

"The unknown enemy will surely use the Will of Fire of Konoha to learn what true strength is and what the true spirit of Konoha is."

Mighty stood firmly in the deep snow, his muscles bulging, and his skin flushed with a faint blush.

This is the effect of internal martial arts movements.

It was precisely because he practiced internal martial arts that he was able to achieve this.

The aftereffects of his past practice of opening the Eight Gates were greatly alleviated.

Otherwise, if one uses this physical technique for a long time, even if one only opens the first four gates each time and then stops, the long-term burden and consumption will still cause unimaginable hidden dangers to the body.

When you're young, you might have a chance to get through it with your strong physique, but as you get older, a lot of hidden problems accumulate and suddenly erupt at a certain point. The impact of that time is unimaginable.

"Little Li, watch closely. See how your teacher deals with these despicable enemies."

Matt Kai shouted, his voice booming so loud it drowned out the howling wind.

"Uh-huh."

Leonardo DiCaprio nodded emphatically, his eyes burning with the flames of youth, his clenched fists cracking.

The two, master and apprentice, with their thick eyebrows and green vests, truly seemed to be identical at all times, sharing the same ideals and goals.

Asai Santayu watched this scene unfold, he unconsciously moved closer to Fuuka Koyuki.

Although he was somewhat confused, he instinctively sensed that something was amiss.

He looked at Yun An, his voice tinged with nervousness, and slowly asked, "Has...something happened?"

Yun An nodded, his tone calm: "They are the three Jonin from the Land of Snow. They are on their way by train and will appear shortly."

What, scared?