I'm drawing manga in Naruto

With Shuo Mao safe, the third generation would naturally have to leave.

Before leaving, he said something to Akabane, then left, trying to appear calm.

Akabane didn't dwell on the details, knowing that provoking the Third Hokage again would only lead to trouble. Now that his objective was achieved, he decided to stop while he was ahead.

After the group was discharged from the hospital, he mentioned the time and arrangements for the comic convention to Shuo Mao and Zi Xiao.

The main part of the comic convention arrangements is rehearsals.

When the third generation reported on the convention arrangements, they mentioned rehearsals, so there's no need for further notification.

Since there were still many people to notify, Akabane didn't stay long. After exchanging greetings with them, he went to notify the Uchiha first.

The rehearsal is the next day, so these things need to be communicated today. Otherwise, if we rush into the scene, who wouldn't feel weak in the knees when facing the Third Generation and Mito Uzumaki?

Fortunately, I don't have to participate...

Akabane was relieved that he had managed to extricate himself from the situation, so he didn't have to participate in the rehearsal.

Chapter 95 was great! It's a pity it's too short...

"The scene setup must match the visuals."

"Stop dawdling, hurry up over there, everyone, let's do it one last time."

At the anime convention, Mito Uzumaki's voice never stopped.

Tsunade was quite helpless. In the past two or three days, she had seen a completely different grandmother—irritable and easily angered, as if she had become a different person.

Almost everyone in the group had been scolded, including the third-generation clone, who dared not utter a single word in rebuttal.

"Why can that guy blatantly slack off, while I..."

Tsunade muttered to herself, growing angrier the more she thought about it.

"Don't even think about it. That kid is slippery as an eel. He's already extricated himself from the situation."

Jiraiya also envied Akabane's state, but unfortunately...

Sigh, I gave myself a handle to use against me.

A group of friends looked up at the stands on the mountain, then looked at each other and sighed with envy.

There is more than one viewing platform on the mountain.

To ensure the best viewing experience, huge areas have been carved out of the mountaintop and the mountain walls behind it, offering perfect views of the anime convention venue from these stands.

The stands where Akabane was located were the central area prepared for the Daimyo and his group.

"Thank goodness for Mito-san, otherwise organizing a comic convention would be really tiring."

Akabane was deeply moved.

In just three days, Mito Uzumaki has evolved into an interior designer and director, and she is full of enthusiasm.

The world of anime is wonderful; it gives a second spring to a listless, otaku woman.

He gazed into the distance, then suddenly raised an eyebrow—

A ninja dressed in Chunin uniform quickly rushed towards them from the forest.

Meanwhile, smoke and dust gradually began to rise from the furthest part of the forest.

Akabane stood up, formed hand seals, and instantly a large fireball shot out from his mouth.

"Ok?"

Mito Uzumaki sensed the chakra fluctuations and looked up to see a huge fireball lighting up the stands.

Magnificent fireball technique!

This was the signal she made with Akabane; releasing the ninjutsu meant that the Daimyo was about to arrive.

"Everyone clean up the site, handle the scene within one minute, and make sure it is concealed."

At a shout, everyone immediately sprang into action.

After three days of baptism, these people had become accustomed to Mito Uzumaki's commands; if they were even half a beat slower, they would be met with a barrage of insults.

In the blink of an eye, the venue was empty.

The next second, Mito Uzumaki appeared beside Akabane.

She glanced into the distance, smiled, and said, "Looks like we're almost there... That old fellow, I haven't seen him in over a decade."

"It's time for me to go."

Akabane got up, stretched, and prepared to leave the stands.

"As the planner of the comic convention ideas, you deserve to be here."

"That's what Mito Uzumaki said."

"No, I feel very uncomfortable being with the older generation."

Akabane jumped off the stands.

With so many stands here, why stay in the most troublesome spot?

He turned and entered the viewing platform high in the mountain cliff through the secret passage.

"Oh! It's His Majesty the Great!"

"Don't crowd, it's dangerous."

This section of the stands is mostly occupied by ordinary people, so it's not the best vantage point.

However, Akabane didn't care.

He just wanted to go to the comic convention; he didn't care about the performances, he was just there for the fun.

"Your Excellency, it's been many years! I'm so happy to see you're still healthy!"

Seeing the car approaching, Mito Uzumaki smiled gently.

These words would have sounded sincere coming from anyone else, but coming from her...

"Mito, you are the one who looks as youthful as ever after all these years."

Da Ming answered seemingly casually, but his tone was full of bitterness and jealousy.

The three generations stood awkwardly to the side, not daring to utter a single word.

The clashes between the elderly are truly...

"Of course, Your Excellency, please take a seat."

Mito Uzumaki casually pointed to her seat, showing no sign of politeness whatsoever.

Everyone turned a blind eye to this.

Daming was helped out of the car—not to put on airs, but because he was indeed old enough to need assistance.

He glanced at Mito Uzumaki and felt a pang of sadness. They were of the same generation, but they looked like grandfather and granddaughter.

Why!

Da Ming sighed and was helped to his seat.

After he took his seat, it took only a short while for everyone to find their place.

"The comic convention is divided into three parts: first, the opening ceremony performance; then, a one-hour free performance and viewing session; and finally, the closing ceremony performance."

Mito Uzumaki smiled faintly, "I am the host for this session, Mito Uzumaki."

Her voice, amplified by chakra, resounded throughout the entire mountain forest.

what?

"Did I hear that right?"

"My God, it's Lady Mito!"

"Great, I didn't expect to see her here."

Instantly, the entire stands erupted in cheers—Mito Uzumaki, the only living legend remaining from the legendary era of Konoha.

So this is the Senju clan...

Akabane sighed slightly, thinking that if Mito Uzumaki wanted to become the Third Hokage, it would be a piece of cake.

however.

The Senju clan has not been involved in politics since the second generation.

"Now, the show is about to begin."

Mito Uzumaki smiled faintly.

Instantly, a blinding bolt of lightning flashed across the venue below.

Lightning Release: Ground Walking!

The striking scene attracted everyone's attention.

This marks the beginning; the one who used Lightning Release was not Sakumo, but the Third Hokage's shadow clone.

Then, several figures appeared on the path.

Because the surrounding trees have been cut down and repaired, the situation below can be clearly seen from each of the stands.

"It's Kakashi, Grandpa, it's Kakashi!"

In the stands, a girl immediately exclaimed in surprise.

With a dejected look and a mask covering his face, he is almost identical to the character in the comics.

Behind them followed Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura, the four of them protecting Tazuna together.

"This is?"

Daming stood up in surprise, his aged body struggling to support him, his eyes squinting as if he could barely see.

"Your Excellency is playing a role."

The third generation said softly.

"So, it was a ninja in disguise?"

The girl immediately understood.

As she was speaking, the situation suddenly changed again—

The puddle suddenly transformed into two human figures.

The next second, the chain was pulled.

boom!

Before he could even scream, Kakashi Hatake was torn into countless pieces.

The entire audience erupted in screams.

"This...this is what a ninja is?"

"Too dangerous!"

"Was that acting too?"

In the stands, many people exclaimed in surprise. Fortunately, a ninja on the side kindly explained, otherwise there might have been a commotion.

So far, the results have been excellent.

Akabane looked back at the scene and felt a slight sense of emotion—it was just like a live-action anime, full of memories!

of course……

Jiraiya dared not actually use a kunai to poke his own hand.

He wasn't a member of the Uzumaki clan after all, and didn't have such abnormal vitality; he was just using a simple trick.

The subsequent plot was exactly the same as the original plot.

The daimyo and princess in the stands were completely stunned. Although they lived in the world of ninjas, they had never witnessed such a battle before.

A bizarre assassination, a massive water-based escape...