Naruto: My Chat Group Spans History.

Spots are not something that can be easily fooled.

Hashirama had vowed to make him the first Hokage of Konoha.

And what happened? He turned around and sat in that seat himself.

Perhaps this is another story that Hashirama deliberately fabricated in order to keep him in Konoha.

"Evidence, huh..."

Hashirama scratched his head.

In the short term, we really can't produce any substantial evidence, since the video isn't a physical object.

Unless Ban himself joins the group to watch, he cannot forward it.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him.

"Ban, wait a moment, I'll go find the evidence to show you right away."

After saying that, Hashirama gestured in the air in front of Madara, as if he were manipulating something invisible.

spot:"……"

Is this a new ninjutsu?

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Hashirama Senju: "@Yūzuki Shinomiya, is there any way to let Madara also see the video data in the group?"

A few hours later, Hashirama finally managed to "find" some time to return to the group chat.

Obito Uchiha: "As expected of the First Hokage, he's so busy with official duties that he doesn't even have time to reply to a message. Being the Hokage must be tough."

While chatting idly in the group, Obito thought about how Hashirama might have been working hard for a long time, and couldn't help but feel a little self-deprecating.

If it weren't for the hard work and struggle of his predecessors, how could he be sitting here chatting idly all day?

Hashirama saw the message, blinked, and realized he wasn't actually that busy.

After all, Tobirama was mainly responsible for the daily management of Konoha.

It was late at night, and Tobirama was directing the ninjas to clean up the mess left by Madara and Hashirama's battle when he suddenly sneezed.

He rubbed his tired face and continued to give instructions: "Send an Earth Release ninja over there to fill in this hole."

Shinomiya Yuuki: "First Generation, what happened?"

Hashirama briefly recounted what happened, from watching the video to going to Madara to "reason" with him, and then trying to persuade Madara.

Yuzuki pondered for a moment and replied:

Shinomiya Yuzuki: "There is a feature in the group that allows you to invite people to watch videos directly, but this requires the group level to be raised to level two, which is not available at the moment."

"However, I have another way. The Sharingan usually has the ability to read memories. If you let Madara read your memories, he will know everything."

"But be aware that group chats have a protection mechanism. If non-group members touch things in the group without authorization, the defense mechanism will attack. Just remember not to agree to anything casually."

Hashirama Senju: "I see, thank you for the guidance, group leader!"

"Madara, I've found a clue!" Hashirama exclaimed excitedly.

Ban raised an eyebrow, his eyes full of disbelief.

You think you can just make a couple of random gestures and then have evidence fall from the sky?

If you're going to try to fool me, at least be serious, okay?!

"Oh? Tell me about it."

Ban crossed his arms, striking a pose that seemed to say, "Let's see what other tricks you can pull."

Hashirama then spoke up: "My mind contains memories of the next few decades. Use your Sharingan to see if it's true or false."

"Let me read your memories?" Hashirama's suggestion surprised even Madara.

Reading memories means revealing your inner world to the other person without any concealment.

This unreserved trust was unbelievable even to Madara.

Yuuki knew the unbreakable bond between Hashirama and Madara, otherwise he wouldn't have made such a suggestion.

"Come on, stop dawdling."

Hashirama, on the other hand, seemed indifferent. He lay down on the spot, widening his eyes so that Madara could successfully cast his genjutsu.

Madara felt a heavy weight in his heart. Hashirama didn't seem to be lying. Could it all be true?

Ultimately, curiosity drove Ban.

With the Sharingan activated, the gates to Hashirama's memories slowly opened.

[Psychological intrusion detected]

[The other party attempted to access memories related to the chat group; the protection mechanism was activated.]

[Has the mental link with the other party been completely destroyed?]

"No, no, no, no!" Hashirama shouted hurriedly.

He didn't want Madara to become a second vegetable; Konoha didn't need two vegetable people.

[Protection lifted]

[Memory being accessed]

Madara quickly learned everything from Hashirama's memories.

From faking his death at the Valley of the End to secretly spending decades cultivating the Rinnegan;

Then he transplanted the newly created Rinnegan to Nagato, controlled the Akatsuki organization, and led Obito into darkness;

Reborn from the dead, fighting the Five Kage one-on-one, reincarnated and resurrected;

Until he became the Ten-Tails' Jinchūriki, and was then ambushed by Black Zetsu, he sacrificed himself to revive Kaguya, ultimately ending in tragedy.

These scenes came vividly to life before his eyes, like a movie.

It turns out that his entire life was manipulated by a strange creature called Black Zetsu.

With a single punch, Madara unleashed an astonishing force that blasted a hole through the Nanga Shrine!

How could someone as proud as him accept such a hopeless future?

Madara Uchiha's face remained calm and expressionless.

Only Hashirama understood.

At this moment, Madara was on the verge of extreme rage.

Madara looked down at Hashirama, who was still unconscious, found a pen and paper, quickly wrote something down, and stuffed the note into Hashirama's hand.

Without looking back, he walked through the huge hole he had blasted open and left.

………………

Soon after, Hashirama slowly awoke from the illusion.

Looking around, Ban had already disappeared without a trace.

"Madara?" Hashirama tried to call out, but only received silence.

At that moment, he felt something tightly gripping his hand.

Upon unfolding it, I found a slip of paper.

After reading it, a look of sudden realization appeared on Hashirama's face.

"So this is your plan, Ban? Fine."

Hashirama casually destroyed the note and left the Naga Shrine, already having new plans in mind.

Chapter 6 Shopping in the Mall, Wood Release and Sage Body

"Only three minutes left... Why does time always seem to drag on at such a crucial moment?"

The clock hands slowly swung to 23:57, each number jumping in Youyue's eyes, seemingly testing his patience.

Yuyue's heart had already flown to the future.

In the blink of an eye, three minutes had passed.

The group chat notification sounded at just the right time, crisp and pleasant.

[Daily benefits have been credited to your account]

[You have successfully changed the fate of three group members and have received 1500 gold coins.]

"They're here!" Yu Yue felt a surge of joy in her heart.

This is a privilege exclusive to the group owner; you can earn coins by rewriting the fate of group members.

Gold coins are refreshed precisely at midnight every day, providing a continuous daily benefit.

Not to mention that gold coins are hard currency, incredibly powerful.

"Master the art of creating clones to perfection!"

[Cultivation complete. 50 gold coins deducted. Current clone technique proficiency: Transcendent/Saintly]

In an instant, a wealth of essential knowledge about the Shadow Clone Technique flooded into Yuuki's mind, as if he had been practicing this most basic ninjutsu for most of his life.

"Clone Technique!" Yuuzuki quickly formed hand seals.

With a "bang," a cloud of white smoke billowed out, and a clone that looked exactly like Youyue stood steadily.

"That's amazing!" Yuzuki exclaimed, praising her new skill.

As the worst of the worst, he even struggled to learn basic ninja skills like the Shadow Clone Technique.

What was separated in the past was less of a clone and more of a deflated plastic model.

But now, in just a few seconds, he has made his clone technique far superior to everyone else's.

And this is just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the uses of gold coins!

"Open the Gold Coin Shop".