Konoha: Naruto, trained by Aizen

He was born in a little-known ninja village.

During his chakra training, his talent was on full display, and in just two years he became the number one genius in the ninja village.

Enjoy numerous honors.

He was quite arrogant, believing that even if he were placed in those great ninja villages, he would definitely be a genius.

He was looking forward to an opportunity.

An opportunity to showcase one's talent to the entire ninja world.

Finally, one day, he got to take the Chunin Exams he had been dreaming of.

He arrived in Konoha carrying the hopes of the entire ninja village to participate in the Chunin Exams.

He thought.

He possesses exceptional talent.

He thought.

Even the most talented students in Konoha are no match for him.

however.

When he was easily defeated by his opponent using physical skills, when that foot stepped on his face.

The white-haired boy wearing a mask said in an extremely indifferent tone, "How boring."

At that moment, he broke down.

It turns out that even a genius like himself would be just an ordinary character in a great ninja village.

From that moment on, the white-haired ninja became a persistent nightmare deep within his heart.

He left Konoha, too ashamed to return, and eventually wandered to this small town, joining the intelligence tavern.

Through more than a decade of hard work, he became the leader of the group.

However, he had been afraid of fighting for many years and had not made a move, and his body had become rusty.

Hearing that tone again brought back a nightmare, and he looked at Naruto's mask.

He quietly clenched his fists!

The overlap between past and present geniuses stirred the same fighting spirit within him.

Having been afraid for most of my life, should I continue to be afraid?

Retreat means certain death, so we'd rather fight to the death!

"Who exactly are you?" he asked, taking a deep breath.

"Hidden Mist." Naruto said sparingly, placing his hand on his waist.

He slowly drew out the Mirror Flower Water Moon and stood it in front of him.

"Buzz." Under the sunlight, the reflection in the mirror shimmered and rippled.

The Jonin's pupils contracted, his heart filled with horror, followed by anger.

Fog Conceals!

It's Kirigakure!

Why is it Kirigakure?!

So that's how it is! This is what they mean by "discarding the millstone after it has served its purpose"!

For these major ninja villages, only mutual benefit can maintain their relationships.

It seems that Kirigakure wants to secretly take over this area and slowly erode Konoha's intelligence network.

War is coming!

He shakily raised the kunai, ready to fight to the death.

He looked at Naruto's longsword.

In the sunlight, the knife was like a reflection in a lake, shimmering and rippling.

Like a mirror image that shatters at the slightest touch, yet reappears perfectly intact the next moment.

The many changes are alarming.

What kind of illusion is this?

Isn't he a ninja who specializes in taijutsu?

The Jonin's mind was racing, his muscles tense.

Naruto looked up at the sky, then at the Jonin, smiling: "It's getting late, and I don't want your blood to tarnish the sunset."

"Whoosh." As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of light appeared.

The Jonin's hair stood on end; a strong sense of crisis washed over him.

He formed hand seals at lightning speed.

The substitute wood was chopped into pieces, and the Jonin moved close to Naruto, thrusting a kunai toward his chest.

"Clang." The kunai and the longsword clashed, and the immense force generated sent the kunai flying.

His vision blurred for a moment, and when he looked at Naruto again, he no longer had his long sword in his hand, and he punched himself hard in the chest.

The Jonin tried to block the attack, but was still knocked back by Naruto's punch.

His physical skills are really terrible.

"Hado #4: White Lightning." Naruto seemed a little impatient as he extended his right finger.

The next moment, a burst of intense white light suddenly erupted.

The Jonin couldn't avoid it and could only turn away.

"Ah!" With a scream, Bai Lei brushed past his body, snatched his left arm, and fell into a distant house, spraying blood everywhere.

The house exploded instantly, smoke filled the air, and residents screamed shrilly throughout the town.

Countless townspeople fled in panic.

The scene immediately descended into chaos.

"Ah!" The Jonin clutched his severed arm and cried out in pain.

The look in his eyes as he looked at Naruto had lost all fighting spirit; it was filled only with endless fear.

That ninjutsu was executed so smoothly, so quickly, and so powerfully.

Even in a major ninja village, he would be considered an absolute genius.

I can't beat such a genius.

"Please spare my life, I'm willing to be your slave." He knelt down and kowtowed forcefully.

They abandoned the dignity of ninjas.

Seeing such a cowardly opponent, Naruto shook his head.

“You’ve even abandoned your self-respect; you don’t even deserve to die.” He turned and walked in the direction Lee Rock had left.

His reluctance to make a move doesn't mean the Jonin won't die.

The Root ninjas who are monitoring the situation will surely clean up the mess.

Unexpectedly, the moment he turned around, a flash of resentment appeared in the Jonin's eyes. He clenched his right hand into a kunai and stabbed it viciously towards Naruto's back.

"Die!! Die!!!" As if witnessing the scene of killing a genius, his eyes were filled with madness that had lost its mind.

"Buzz." His vision rippled strangely again. He stabbed at nothing and his body lurched forward a few steps due to inertia.

"What kind of bizarre illusion is this?" Before he could even come to his senses, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest.

Looking down, he discovered that the long sword had already silently pierced his chest, with a poignant display of blood on the exposed tip.

A whisper came from beside my ear:

"It seems I had too high expectations of you."

"Such a battle is meaningless."

"Bang." As the Jonin fell to the ground, the life in his eyes slowly faded.

He died without understanding why his battles had been so utterly ineffective.

"What a terrifying bloodline limit." The Root Jonin, who was observing from the shadows, couldn't help but feel a chill.

The experience of reading about a fictional story and actually watching it is completely different.

He originally thought that this bloodline limit for manipulating vision could only be used to bully weaker opponents, and that even if one were in the same situation, one could still see many flaws.

Because of the intensity of the battle, details are often overlooked.

But as a third party observing the battle, even with extremely high standards, he could not find any flaws in the woven illusion.

In his vision, Naruto appeared and disappeared like a reflection in a mirror.

Sometimes in the rear, sometimes in the front.

The refraction of light and fog can actually achieve this level of effect?

This bloodline limit has been developed to an extremely terrifying degree.

can only say.

No wonder Danzo-sama has his eye on him.

As he watched Naruto walk off the field, the shock he felt hadn't completely subsided. Unable to hide the complex emotions within him, he couldn't help but whisper:

"What a terrifying guy."

Chapter 135 All Three Gates Open! Fierce Battle

Within the rogue ninja organization, under the surveillance of Rock Lee and Nero Aburame, they located the mission site.

Aburame Nerei was once again shocked by Naruto's bloodline limit.