Naruto: Starting from the Reincarnation of the Otsutsuki

"Konoha has suffered another defeat..."

"Did the Yellow Flash use the Flying Thunder God Technique to teleport the entire Konoha battlefield...?"

Hanzo the Salamander sat upright in the central command tent built especially for him, holding the battle report that had just been sent back from the Anbu in his hand, his face unusually solemn.

Just half a day ago, they were rushing to the front line in the rain.

However, the Amegakure ANBU, responsible for constantly monitoring the situation on the front lines, sent back this intelligence at that moment.

The positions were all forced to be abandoned...

Such a complete rout forced him to abandon his entire march and set up camp at the border between the Land of Rain and the Land of Grass, just to re-examine this hard-won "alliance".

"Although Konoha has produced many talented people... its core strength is far inferior to that of Iwagakure."

"Furthermore, Hiruzen Sarutobi must have also noticed the problems at the front lines, right?"

"Where are his disciples? Orochimaru and Tsunade?"

A variety of questions lingered in his mind, causing him to fall into deep thought.

Logically speaking, even if Konoha is weak, it shouldn't have been beaten so badly by that old man Onoki.

Moreover, on the front lines, only Jiraiya and his disciple "Yellow Flash" Minato Namikaze were ever seen displaying their might, while the other two, whom he personally named the "Legendary Sannin of Konoha," remained completely silent.

"Did they have a conflict with the Hokage?"

Hanzo the Salamander stood up and paced back and forth in the tent with his hands behind his back.

"Should my Rain Fortress... still wade into these muddy waters? Should I help an ally that might be on the verge of collapse?"

At this moment, under the constant washing of the rain, Hanzo resembled an old man in his twilight years, filled with anxieties and uncertainties.

Just as he was lost in thought, a clear but cold voice suddenly rang out from the other side of the tent.

"So this is what 'highly poisonous weapons' are all about—a timid and hesitant attitude?"

"Who?!"

Hanzo the Salamander suddenly turned around and looked behind him, where a dark figure stood silently.

"Who are you? How did you get in?"

Hanzo the Salamander instinctively reached for the sickle beside him, his gaze fixed on the dark figure with a sinister expression.

Even if he had assigned his subordinates to guard the area at a distance, it shouldn't have been so easy for the enemy to infiltrate his camp.

"I?"

The dark figure tilted his head slightly, his tone carrying a hint of desolation.

"Just a forgotten ghost of the ninja world..."

"My purpose in coming here is simply to see with my own eyes how much of the pride Hanzo of the Salamander, who single-handedly instigated the Fourth Shinobi World War, still retains..."

"I just never expected that you'd be acting like an old dog now..."

Swish-! ! !

The moment the word "old dog" was uttered, the murderous intent in Hanzo's eyes surged instantly.

A sharp slash instantly closed in on the dark figure.

To his surprise, the dark figure remained completely calm, simply shifting its body slightly to easily dodge the thunderous attack.

"Um?"

Hanzo, the salamander, was terrified.

But his hands, seasoned by countless battles, did not stop moving for a moment. In the instant his slash missed, he flipped his wrist, and the chain at the end of the scythe coiled around his opponent's ankle like a venomous snake.

At the same time, a cold glint flashed in Hanzo's eyes.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!"

Purple poisonous mist surged from his mouth, instantly filling the entire tent.

The potent poison contained within is the result of his years of immersion in it.

He was absolutely confident that even Tsunade, whose medical ninjutsu was unparalleled, or Chiyo, the master of poison techniques, would never dare to confront him head-on.

Just as the poisonous fog was about to touch the shadowy figure's skin, a strange whirlwind suddenly rose from beneath the figure's feet.

The wind-style chakra was extremely restrained, instantly severing the chains and blowing away the poisonous mist that came upon it like a white wall.

The mysterious person himself remained firmly in place, completely unaffected.

Wind Release without a seal?!

Even my deadly poison couldn't work?!

"You bastard..."

Hanzo was moved.

Poison was ineffective against him, and his swordsmanship couldn't touch him either.

If he goes all out now and summons "Well-Hidden" in conjunction with a wide-range water-style technique, he might still have a chance to win.

The problem is, this is right in the center of the Rain Concealment's position!

Once Jingfu is summoned, the nearly one thousand elite Rain Village soldiers outside will die instantly from their own poison gas!

Frustrating...

An unprecedented sense of frustration!

"Who exactly are you, and what is your purpose?"

Hanzo the Salamander sheathed his scythe, suppressing the humiliation and murderous intent in his heart, and decided to take a step back for the time being to find out the other party's background and intentions.

My name is Qing.

Ao's chakra began to surge, and the purple chakra light blurred the outline of his robes.

"My purpose in coming here is very simple."

"The red-haired brat in your Akatsuki subordinates... is quite interesting; he possesses unparalleled power."

"I'm here only to remind you... if you continue to stagnate, all your hopes will be dashed once again."

"If you're wondering why I went out of my way to tell you all this..."

As Qing spoke, she keenly sensed the Amegakure ANBU outside the tent, who had finally noticed the gas leak and were rushing over impatiently.

"Then let's consider it... a small test as partners in advance."

"Let's see if you're still qualified to stand on this chessboard."

"Remember, keep a close eye on that red-haired brat. I'll come back to find you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the purple chakra gradually blurred his figure, and then there was a soft "bang," like a thick fog being completely torn apart in a gale.

A moment later, the tent was empty.

"..."

Wind Release: No Seal...

green……

Hanzo the Salamander's eyes flickered, as if he was pondering something.

"Lord Hanzo!"

"What happened?"

"That chakra just now was..."

The Rain Village ninjas, wearing gas masks, rushed over, and the leaders nervously scanned the inside of the tent.

Hanzo's gaze swept over them one by one, finally settling on the member at the back of the crowd who was wearing the battle uniform representing the Akatsuki organization of Amegakure.

The red-haired brat from the Akatsuki organization...

Unrivaled power...

What is it?

"It's nothing."

He withdrew his gaze, his voice regaining its usual composure and authority, as if his earlier dishevelment had never existed.

"I haven't stretched my muscles in ages; my body's practically rusting. I was just testing a new ninjutsu to toughen myself up. You may all leave."

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, but dared not utter a word.

But then, everyone's emotions suddenly surged.

because...

Hanzo the Salamander's previous age and hesitation were swept away at this moment.

"Pass on my orders!"

"Break camp! The entire army shall depart immediately, marching at full speed to support Konoha!"

"I'd like to see if this ninja world can still accommodate me!"

"yes!!!"