Naruto: Starting with the Two Kamui

Although Sasuke had reservations, the allure of the cursed sword prevailed: that blind old man was truly powerful, and the sword he used must have been extraordinary. If he could obtain it, he would have another trump card when killing Itachi. If something unforeseen happened, it would prove that he was nothing more than that!

Naruto thought: Judging from Sasuke's expression, he's determined to go regardless of the danger. Sakura will definitely go with him too. If everything goes smoothly, that's fine. But if there's any danger, having me by his side will provide extra protection...

“Okay, I’ll go too…” Naruto nodded, then added, “But it would be better if I said hello to Uncle Shadow first…”

Sakura felt a chill run down her spine upon hearing the word "Shadow," and quickly said, "Naruto, why are you so nosy! If you're a coward, don't go with us!"

Sasuke also leaned towards not reporting it. He felt this might be a rare opportunity, and if he hesitated, he might miss it...

He said, "We often go out of the village for training, and Shadow knows that... Strictly speaking, this is also a kind of training, and I think he will agree."

“Alright then…” Naruto finally compromised, thinking: I’ll leave a few more Flying Thunder God kunai along the way, so if anything happens, I can take the two of them with me and retreat.

And so, Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura, each with their own thoughts, left Feathered Emperor Castle and embarked on their journey to the Land of Iron.

Behind a large rock, a small figure peeked out, watching the three figures walk away. Her pure white eyes held worry: "Naruto-kun..."

It was Hinata who was secretly observing Naruto's training.

Lin Yu has been quite busy lately. The Shadow Ninja Kingdom was only recently established, and many details of its facilities and systems need to be considered and discussed. Therefore, he has been returning home late at night these past few days.

After finishing her dinner, Hinata lay down on her bed.

After taking a bath, Xiaoxue climbed into bed and saw that Hinata looked preoccupied, so she asked her what was wrong.

Hinata was still worried, so she told Yuki what she had overheard behind the rock during the day.

"This is utter nonsense!" Xiaoxue didn't bother to dry her hair, threw the towel and bath towel on the bed, put on her clothes, carried her knife, and ran with Hinata in the night.

Hinata said, "Yuki...no, shouldn't we tell Father?"

Xiaoxue stared intently ahead with her beautiful eyes. This sensible girl had her own thoughts: "Father has his own things to do, and Grandpa Hashirama is currently busy with construction on the outskirts. If Father isn't there to oversee things in Feathered Emperor City, it might be vulnerable to attack..."

This is not unfounded worry. Xiaoxue has never forgotten how her kaleidoscope was activated!

Xiaoxue covered her eyes slightly: "Besides, when I'm out training, my father is worried that I might run into some trouble, so he's already taken out insurance for me. There shouldn't be any problems!"

Hinata felt a mixture of admiration and envy: Yuki... is always so reliable. If only I had been a little braver back then, I would have gone out and stopped Naruto and the others immediately.

"Hinata..." Yuki called out.

"Huh?" Hinata snapped out of her daze.

"Stop overthinking, speed up! Catch up with the three of them as soon as possible, and ideally persuade them to turn back before they arrive!"

"Ok!"

Roll your eyes!

Veins bulged on Hinata's temples as she activated her Byakugan...

At the night markets in the villages along the way, Naruto and his friends filled their stomachs. When they passed a temple, Sakura suggested drawing lots. Sasuke said it was boring, but Naruto was very interested... so the three of them went anyway.

It's said that the monks here are incredibly accurate at predicting marriage!

The fortune-telling he performed for Naruto's marriage was like a word puzzle, consisting of six words: "From thunder to rain!"

Naruto, puzzled, asked what the secret was. The monk simply smiled and said that heavenly secrets cannot be revealed, otherwise they would lose their power.

The monk gave Sasuke a drawing of a tree covered in snow... The monk said, "Only when the snow melts will we know what flowers are blooming on the tree!"

"..." Sasuke remained silent.

When it was Sakura's turn, she eagerly awaited, being the one among the three most concerned about her love life!

But the monk stared at her face for a long time, then his expression suddenly changed: "The sky has cleared, the rain has stopped, and the flowers have not yet withered. Come find me again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the monk suddenly packed up his stall, without even taking the money, and hurriedly went back to his house.

"Hey, you better explain yourself!" Sakura stepped forward and banged on the door.

Clang! But a bamboo skewer fell to the ground through the crack in the door.

Sakura crouched down to examine it and was stunned.

The signature contained only six characters.

—This trip is extremely unlucky, return immediately!

"..." Sakura stared for a moment, then withdrew her outstretched hand, did not pick up the slip, and returned to Sasuke's side.

"Sakura, what's wrong?" Naruto asked.

"No, it's nothing, let's keep going..." Sakura said.

As night deepened, a torrential downpour began, seemingly casting a shadow over the trip...

Xiaoxue and Hinata arrived at a cliff through which a river flowed, with a distance of a kilometer between the two ends of the cliff!

Below are raging waves, and before us lies a broken bridge, an insurmountable barrier!

"The broken section is brand new. The three of them crossed this bridge, which broke shortly before we arrived. This means we have to take a longer route. Could it be fate...?"

Xiaoxue stood on one end of the cliff, her eyes fixed on the broken bridge that was howling in the wind, her small fists clenching silently.

Chapter 440 The Night of the Blood Moon!

The night sky is the plate, the moon is the main course, the stars are the garnish, the clouds unveil the tablecloth, and the celestial dog enjoys the feast... This is a total lunar eclipse, also known as the 'Blood Moon Night'.

There were no stars on this blood moon night; the moon seemed to be both reluctant and eager to appear behind the clouds, and the celestial dog was still on its way.

In the Land of Iron, an ominous black mist shrouds a valley surrounded by snow-capped mountains.

Outside the valley, in the snow, stood a thousand warriors in silver armor, each wielding a twin sword, ready for battle.

Mifune stood ahead, his sharp gaze fixed on the darkness at the end. Tonight was the only chance to enter the Valley of the Underworld, and this place was the only entrance.

They waited there, anticipating the uninvited guest from the darkness.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The heavy iron boots pressed down on the snow, their footsteps standing out starkly in the silent snowfield. Everyone held their breath and gripped their samurai swords tightly.

A one-armed man, his entire body concealed in jet-black samurai armor, walks alone with a sword, his steps slow yet powerful, exuding an overwhelming aura—"Though there be thousands, I will go!"

“Miyamoto…” Mifune’s gaze was stern as he gripped the hilt of his sword and slowly drew it.

Many famous swords come in pairs, one main and one secondary. The secondary sword is also known as a "wakizashi," which acts as a substitute for the main sword. In the Hall of Famous Swords, the sword that Mifune broke was actually Kurosawa's wakizashi!

This time, Mifune brought the Kurosawa sword, which he hadn't used for many years. The white blade emitted a light black luster... hence the name Kurosawa, and it was known as the 'Little Black Sword'!

call out!

As Miyamoto advanced with his sword, a dark aura surged forth like flames, transforming into three streaks of light that swept through the air, slashing away... The fierce wind of the blade raged through the samurai ranks.

"Aaaaaah!!!" The weaker samurai screamed and fell to the ground. The slightly stronger ones swayed and barely managed to stand. They looked at their chests and saw no wounds where they had been slashed. The shadowy figure that had swept through the air was gone, and the dark flames were an illusion. Only Miyamoto was still moving forward with his sword.

The samurai were unaware that cold sweat had soaked their backs, and they gripped their swords tightly, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Recalling what had just happened, Mifune solemnly exclaimed, "Mikazuki... sword intent!"

Whew! As he closed to within a hundred meters, Miyamoto quickened his pace, running with his sword drawn…

*Whoosh!* The samurai coiled chakra around their blades and unleashed a powerful slash from a distance…

The flying slashes of eight hundred people swept in with overwhelming force!

Undeterred, Miyamoto brandished his sword and began wildly swinging it!

Crescent Moon Sword Dance!

Hundreds of sword lights burst forth from the afterimages he created, surging and crashing like waves, colliding with the sword lights unleashed by the eight hundred warriors wielding sixteen hundred swords...

boom!!

The shockwave swept across the land, whipping up a blanket of snow and ice, blurring the view...

A dark shadow streaked across the sky, splitting into three, and fell to the ground with a graceful yet domineering motion!

The crescent moon is at its last quarter!

boom!

Three blade beams cleaved through the ground, their power unparalleled in the world!

"Chongsuke! Urazuki!" Mifune shouted, already facing the sharpest blade in the center! Behind him, the one-eyed samurai and the one with his hair tied up each went to his left and right!

clang!clang!clang!

Propelled by the blade's edge, Mifune's feet left long tracks in the snow. Seeing that he was about to retreat into his own camp, he released chakra into the soles of his feet to forcibly stabilize himself.

"Awoooooo!!" Then, he braced his left hand against the back of the blade, used all his strength, and suddenly swung it upwards!

Wow!

Finally, the blade's trajectory, which had been skimming the ground, was altered, shooting straight into the sky and exploding into a dazzling light...

"Huff!!" Mifune braced himself on the ground with his sword, blood streaming from his hands: what terrifying cutting power! Mikazuki Munejin was in his hands, even stronger than his master was back then!

Clang! Clang!

Chongjie and Lijiao used all their strength to block the two sword beams from the left and right, but their swords broke and they died, both falling into pools of blood!

These two were generals of the Land of Iron, the strongest after Mifune, possessing near-Kage level strength, yet they had to risk their lives to stop the aftershocks!

Mifune felt a pang of sorrow: Even if Miyamoto is stopped in this battle, the Land of Iron will be severely weakened... But the demon sword must not fall into the hands of this villain!

"Samurai, heed my command! At all costs, kill this traitor!!"

"kill!!"

The samurai charged forward fearlessly, and Miyamoto met them head-on without hesitation!

clang!clang!clang!

Blades flashed and clashed, broken swords and limbs fell, corpses gradually piled up into small mountains, and blood stained the snow like a river of blood.

The samurai charged forward relentlessly, perhaps not strong, but their spirit was one of fearlessness in the face of death!

Despite his strength, Miyamoto was still a human being of flesh and blood, and gradually his breathing became somewhat erratic beneath his heavy black armor.

Yet his gaze remained cold and indifferent, like the Grim Reaper numbly reaping lives!

These samurai all eventually died under Miyamoto's sword. Their corpses piled up into a high mountain, and Miyamoto stood on top of the mountain of corpses, his sword dripping blood!

Splash! Splash!