The New Uzumaki Legend of Naruto

After hearing this, Izumi sat down across from Menma casually, not caring about the fact that he was older than Menma.

Some people have the ability to make you feel immature in front of them, and Menma is exactly that kind of person.

"When I was studying with Teacher Ming, I was still a little girl who only knew how to throw kunai and perform C-level ninjutsu. She has experienced so much in the blink of an eye."

Quan put his hands on the tea cup, feeling the heat of the tea, looking like he was reminiscing about the past.

Menma smiled lightly, picked up the cup, took a sip, and asked Izumi:

"You have also been promoted to the extreme realm today. Do you have any insights?"

Quan also picked up the tea cup in front of him and took a sip, tilted his head and thought for a while, then said:

"I feel like I have broken through a certain limit now and am still getting stronger at any time, and I feel that there should be no bottleneck before entering the next level."

Menma glanced at Izumi in surprise.

Combining Shuizexi's and his own situation, in his opinion, if he wants to break through the extreme realm and reach the soul realm, he must rely on external forces to break the shackles of his own race.

In a situation like Quan's, he could only think of one possibility:

"It seems that in the experience just now, you have gained far more than just advancement. Can you tell me what you have experienced?

Menma leaned forward,

"I think you should have completed your own transformation during that period of time."

Izumi described his experience of entering the long river of time to Menma, and finally added:

"At the beginning, I felt that I could only move forward passively in the long river, but now it seems that I can choose where I want to land. It's just that I can only see the past that has happened in the long river, not the future. And... "

Quan sighed regretfully, "And there is absolutely no way to change the established facts."

Menmajiang slowly swallowed the tea in his mouth, and the sweet and warm feeling refreshed his mind. He suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart and spoke slowly:

"Maybe this is the reason why you can break through to the next level without bottlenecks. Although I have ways to continue to advance, your opportunity is really enviable."

"I still have to rely on Menma-sama to bring me here, otherwise I..." Izumi shook his head with a smile, and his bright black eyes turned to invite Menma with interest:

"Sir, do you want to experience the feeling of traveling through time?"

"Can I do that too?"

"Of course!"

As he said that, Izumi smiled and stretched out his hand towards Menma.

Menma would not refuse such an invitation, so he reached out his hand and held Izumi's hand firmly without hesitation.

"Buzz!"

The moment his two hands clasped together, Menma felt that the colors in front of him had lost their original boundaries, like an overturned paint bucket, with countless colors blending together.

"Wow~"

A gurgling sound of running water passed by his ears, and the colorful colors disappeared. Menma felt as if he was in an illusory river, drifting with the current.

But soon, the color blocks that blended together appeared in front of his eyes, and slowly the boundaries between the color blocks became clear...

Menma blinked and found that the two of them were still in the Iron Country, still sitting on the tea table from before.

He lowered his head and stared at his hands, which had been pulled down from transparency, and his whole body, with a hint of joy flashing in his eyes.

He tried touching the tea cup in front of him with his hand, and as expected, it passed through the cup.

Apart from turning into a shadow, Menma and Izumi's appearance and clothes have not changed in any way, but the surrounding environment is obviously different from before.

Although the objects and accessories displayed around look new, their design and workmanship are like those from thirty years ago.

At this time, two men dressed as samurai appeared on top of Menma and Izumi.

The two looked at each other and smiled, quickly stood up and stepped aside.

Menma looked intently at one of them, Bushido, who had a rather familiar appearance:

"This must be the Land of Iron a few decades ago. The samurai sitting in the guest seat must be Mifune in his youth. Time is really amazing!"

Compared with the old and thin Mifune in his memory, the current Mifune is undoubtedly much stronger. Kong Wu's powerful body shows that he has been practicing martial arts all year round.

"I heard Shang Shanyuan talk about his father's past before, and I happened to see their images in the river of time."

Quan looked at the two people sitting at the tea table and replied with a smile, "We are observers of time now and cannot do anything."

Menma nodded slightly. He had just tried to use natural energy to change something, but it was obvious that he failed.

Now, except for being able to move oneself and break away from the state of being in history, the rest is outside the jurisdiction.

At this time, both of their attention was attracted by another middle-aged samurai sitting opposite Mifune:

"Mifune, you are my best friend, consider it your last wish before I die."

"General Uesugi, your body..."

Mifune's expression moved slightly and hesitantly did not continue.

"Hahahahaha, people are always born, old, sick and die, and getting this terminal disease is not what I wanted. Although I still look middle-aged, in fact I am no different from an old man in his 70s or 80s."

Although Uesugi Kenshin was smiling, his eyes were filled with sadness.

"boom!"

His hands, which were originally flat on the countertop, suddenly made a fist with one hand and made a sound, causing the light green tea to splash out:

"Mifune! The highest honor of a samurai is to die in battle, challenge me, and then kill me!"

"What about Yuan and Chun and your wife?"

Mifune frowned, showing a painful expression.

Uesugi Kenshin's expression froze at first when he heard Mifune's words, but he soon regained his composure.

"My death may be good for their growth, but standing too high may not necessarily have a good future...

"I named them Yuan and Chun at that time, just because I wanted them to grow up safely in a place with abundant water. Mifune, I am no longer here, please trouble you..."

"Your wife is my wife, and your children are my children!"

Mifune leaned forward and promised with excitement.

Uesugi Kenshin showed a relieved smile and raised the tea cup in front of Mifune:

"The future of the Iron Kingdom depends on you, my best friend Mifune."

Looking at the dying scene of the hero in front of him, Quan couldn't help turning his head and said in a sad tone:

"It turns out that the former general and Mifune were good friends. I felt that Mifune was too easy-going to challenge the general."

“He just behaved like this in front of us.

"In these years, the iron country's ability to maintain neutrality and the recognition of it by the five major countries are indispensable for Mifune's iron-blooded methods."

As Menma spoke, he was pulled directly through the wall of the house by Izumi, and at the same time, the scene around him began to change.

A moment later, the world in front of Touma's eyes was fixed again, and the two of them were already on the ring in front of the Iron Kingdom General's Mansion.

Mifune's long sword had already been inserted into Uesugi Kenshin's chest, and bright red blood slowly dripped down the blade, which was particularly dazzling in the white world.

Uesugi Kenshin laughed and fell back. Mifune lowered his eyes, and the long hair that fell down covered the pain and sorrow on his face.

"Father!"

A slightly childish voice penetrated Menma's ears.

He followed the sound and saw a boy who looked no more than 5 or 6 years old and had a pigtail running towards the field. Although he was young, the hatred on his face was very expressive.

Behind the boy was a sobbing woman with a sleeping baby girl in her arms.