I founded the "Bragging Cult" in Naruto.

Chapter 113's memories, filtered through a lens of nostalgia, are unreliable.

"Ahem~ Sister, it's me! Nawaki! Your little brother! Ahem~"

At this moment, the rope tree, which was embedded in the wall, broke free of the wall and fell to the ground.

Tsunade glanced at the boy who claimed to be her younger brother. At first glance... Hmm? Something's strange. She rubbed her eyes and looked a second time, and Tsunade felt completely numb.

Is that boy with the melon-shaped haircut and wearing a green bodysuit Rope Tree?!

Not to mention Tsunade, Orochimaru also showed a rare look of disgust and astonishment on his face, which was only seen on ordinary people. He even subconsciously took half a step back, as if he wanted to escape.

Orochimaru, his fashion sense is probably top three in Konoha, if not the best, so why would his disciple wear such indecent clothes?! And that hairstyle, is it imitating a male erection head?

Tatsuma felt a slight pain in his eyes. Whenever he focused on Nawaki, his eyes would become unfocused and he didn't want to see the person clearly.

Only Minato, still wearing a warm and gentle smile, said, "Same style as Dai-nii."

"Haha~~ It has to be you, Minato! You recognized the look Dai-nii designed for me at a glance. Sure enough, the marks left by youth and passion are always the same!"

Nawaki stood with one hand on his hip and the other hand pointing towards Minato, giving him a thumbs-up and revealing a mouthful of Konoha's white teeth.

"Is Dai the same Matt Dai?"

Orochimaru muttered something, his eyes filled with killing intent, and turned to leave. Fortunately, Tsunade grabbed him and stopped him. Tsunade dared not let Orochimaru leave in this state.

If we let him go, news might spread tomorrow—no, even today—that Orochimaru has harmed fellow village ninjas.

At that moment, a voice came from not far away. The voice was easily recognizable with a head of striking red hair. Minato's gaze immediately shifted, and his eyes lit up.

Kushina looked at Nawaki, who was still posing, and said, "Tsunade-neechan, please do something about Nawaki. The way he's acting is affecting my appetite."

Tsunade nodded, then grabbed Nawaki by the back of the neck, ignoring his struggles, and dragged him deeper into the clan compound, shouting loudly as she did so:

"Grandma! Aren't you going to do anything about Rope Tree? How can he face anyone looking like this?!"

Tatsuma nudged Minato's lower back with his finger to remind him not to stand there, and then quickly followed, looking forward to seeing a good show.

After walking a short distance, Tatsuma saw Mito Uzumaki emerge from the house, nodding to them with a kind smile. Tsunade, carrying the rope tree, approached Mito and said:

"Grandma, look at Rope Tree!"

Mito Uzumaki gently patted Tsunade's hand, signaling her to release Nawaki. After Tsunade released him, Mito Uzumaki waved her hand, shielding Nawaki behind her, and then said kindly:

"Doesn't Rope Tree look quite energetic now? It looks exactly like your grandfather did when he was a child."

When Tsunade heard her grandmother say that her younger brother looked like her grandfather, she instinctively shook her head in protest. The grandfather she remembered, although not as handsome as her second grandfather, was not a complete idiot either!

"Impossible! My grandfather couldn't possibly have a watermelon head!"

Seeing that her granddaughter disagreed, Mito Uzumaki did not continue to explain. Instead, she waved and went into the house. Tsunade followed, and Tatsuma, who was watching the show, naturally followed closely behind.

Mito Uzumaki returned to the house and took out a blackened tin box. Inside was a stack of photos. She flipped through them for a long time before finally taking out a faded photo with cracked, faded colors.

"Look, this is what your grandfather looked like when he was a child. It was the photo that was sent to him before the marriage proposal."

The photo has faded, but the main subject is still recognizable: a boy who looks a lot like Rope Tree, with a watermelon-shaped haircut, making a peace sign, and smiling so hard that his eyes are squeezed into slits, revealing a mouthful of teeth.

"How is this possible?! And even if this is Grandpa, he looks only about Tatsuma's age, how could he be of marriageable age?!"

Tsunade was still shaking her head, and Mito Uzumaki was also looking at the photos, saying gently, "There weren't many opportunities to take photos back then. The photos I sent were taken over several years."

Tatsuma pointed to the faded area, which resembled shattered tempered glass, and said, "This photo looks like it's been crumpled up?"

Mito Uzumaki paused for a moment upon hearing this, then laughed and said, "Back then, I also thought Hashirama looked silly and didn't take me seriously, so I angrily fussed over him."

As she spoke, she took out another photo. It was of a girl with her hair in double buns, sitting slightly to the side with her hands folded on her thighs. She looked at the camera with a very dignified expression. The sides of the photo were slightly faded, and the position corresponded exactly to the fingers of Mito Uzumaki when she held the photo.

"This is a photo of your grandfather. It's been many years."

Tsunade looked at the teenage girl in the photo in Mito Uzumaki's hand, then at Mito's current appearance, and felt a pang of emotion. However, realizing something, she asked:

"So, Grandma, you don't like that kind of grandpa either, right?!"

"ah?."

Mito Uzumaki belatedly realized what was happening and glanced at Nawaki, who was also looking at the photo. Suddenly, Nawaki reminded her of the boy in her memories, and she suddenly became a simpleton.

It was the filter of memories, the blessing of the past, that gave her the illusion that the transformed Nawaki actually looked pretty good!

"You have a point. The way Nawaki is now, it's really not easy for him to win a girl's heart."

"And fashion."

Orochimaru spoke in a sinister tone, and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine when he noticed that even his grandmother, who had always protected him, had changed her attitude.

"Gurgle~"

Rope Tree instinctively started backing away, one hand covering his head and the other protecting his chest, saying in a fierce but weak voice, "What...what do you want?! Don't come any closer!"

This is a testament to my youth with Brother Dai! It's a memory of us sweating under the twilight! You...you mustn't!!!

Later, forced to change back into her old clothes, Rope Tree, with her hair like jagged teeth, sat on the dining table, muttering things like "Give me back my youth" and "You've taken away the fruit I nurtured with my blood."

He suddenly raised his head, looked at Tatsuma and Minato, and said fiercely, "Grandma! Sister! Look at Tatsuma and Minato, their hair has grown out of shape, cut it short! It must be cut short! Preferably shaved bald!"

Tatsuma, smugly shaking the bird's nest on his head, said, "I have naturally curly hair; it only expands, it never grows longer!"

His hair is still between his eyebrows and eyes, but it has grown several times larger, like a tumbleweed on his head. The ends of his hair don't obstruct his vision, which is one of the few advantages of naturally curly hair.

Minato touched his longer hair and said, "Shaving it all off isn't bad either. There's no way to get a haircut on the battlefield, so shaving it all off will help me last longer."

Seeing that the two of them showed absolutely no fear, Rope Tree's face fell again. He stood up, his neck stiff, and said, "Don't think you're so great just because you've been on the battlefield. I've also trained very hard, and I might have caught up with you guys already!"

Nawaki's strange thought process left everyone speechless. However, compared to his previous embarrassing verbal tic, Nawaki was actually quite normal now.

Chen immediately looked Rope Tree up and down. He didn't want to discourage Rope Tree. If we were to compare it directly with numerical values, his progress over the past three months was roughly equivalent to that of Rope Tree twice as much.

The boost from his talent for training through battle was immense. Not to mention Nawaki, even Minato couldn't match Tatsuma's rate of progress on the battlefield.

Of course, the price was the even more tragic fate of his left shoulder.

"Damn it! What kind of look is that? Come on! Let's spar right now!"

Seeing Tatsuma's gaze, Nawaki broke down and tried to pull Tatsuma out, but Tsunade's face darkened and she slammed her hand on the table.

"Bang!"

"Have a meal!"

"Okay, sister!"

Rope stood up and returned to its seat, obediently waiting for the food to be served.

After finally finishing their meal, Nawaki wanted to spar with Tatsuma again, and Tatsuma suddenly remembered Nawaki's life trajectory in the original work.

Twelve-year-old Nawaki died on the battlefield, that will be next year. Tatsuma looked at Minato and said, "Minato, why don't you spar with Nawaki first? I want to review how to make explosive tags."

"Alright, Nawaki, shall we have a spar?"

"good!"

Anyway, both of them have been on the battlefield. Although Tatsuma is obviously a bit deserving of a beating, it doesn't matter. Nawaki can beat up Minato first, and then beat up Tatsuma!

Tatsuma borrowed the study and used some blank scrolls to make a dozen or so miniaturized versions of explosive tags. The miniaturized versions were simply made by reducing the power of the chakra-containing formulas.

After making the explosive tags, Tatsuma returned to their usual training ground. Nawaki and Minato were locked in a fierce battle, or rather, Nawaki was the only one fighting fiercely. Minato was clearly suppressing his urge to attack, constantly dodging and blocking.

Tatsuma wandered around the field, skillfully setting up explosive tag traps. Everyone noticed except for Nawaki, but no one stopped him or pointed it out.

Orochimaru, in particular, looked at Tatsuma with even greater satisfaction. He knew that Tatsuma intended to teach Nawaki a lesson, and Nawaki, who was always charging ahead, certainly needed such a lesson.

After setting the trap, Tatsuma gave Minato a look. Their unspoken understanding was enough for Minato to comprehend. He deftly pushed the rope tree away, then pointed at Tatsuma and said with a smile:

"Tatsuma's preparations are complete, and I'd like to take a break too."

Nawaki, panting heavily, nodded upon hearing Minato's words, then proudly declared, "Minato, your stamina isn't up to par! You still need to undergo some rigorous training before you can fight as long as I can!"

Minato, who hadn't even broken a sweat, stood next to Nawaki, who was soaked to the bone, and their conversation created a sense of incongruity.

"As expected of you, Nawaki. You've grasped the importance of a man's endurance at such a young age."

Tatsuma's praise left the others speechless. Tsunade suspected that Jiraiya had corrupted her students during the time he was taking over their studies, and began to plot how to settle accounts with Jiraiya.

Tatsuma didn't waste any time and continued, "However, you won't even be able to touch the hem of my clothes."

"impossible!"

"Then you should give it a try." Chenma struck the vice-leader's signature pose and said, "Come here!"

"Come on then!"

Rope Tree A went up!

"Bang!"

The rope tree flew away.

(End of this chapter)