Naruto: Who made him a ninja?

Chapter 84: The Combination of Flying Thunder God and Wood Release

“Wood Release, Flying Thunder God Technique, and…”

Inside the Tsuchikage's office in Iwagakure.

Ōnoki looked at the scroll in his hand, lost in thought.

“Mangekyō Sharingan?”

Seeing these abilities, Ōnoki felt a sense of unease; each one was刺痛刺痛刺痛刺痛 his nerves!

The two who once instilled fear throughout the ninja world had become legends, their stories regarded as embellished myths by the current generation.

But Ōnoki had lived through that era; he was even seven years older than Hiruzen Sarutobi!

He had seen most of what Hiruzen Sarutobi had seen, and he knew all too well how terrifying those two were.

Moreover, due to their adversarial relationship, he had even experienced it firsthand!

He still held a certain respect for Hashirama Senju, after all, it was Hashirama Senju's existence that had established the current order of the ninja world.

However, respect was respect, but that didn't mean Hashirama Senju was a pushover.

The power of the First Hokage was also terrifying, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to establish this new order of the ninja world!

As for the Mangekyō Sharingan...

“Damn it!”

Just thinking about those eyes, even the seventy-plus-year-old Ōnoki, still had memories of that night flashing in his mind.

The figure standing tall in the distance, arms crossed, body surrounded by a blue chakra giant, those scarlet and enchanting eyes, and the arrogant voice that forced them to submit.

This had almost become a nightmare for him, one he still couldn't shake off even now!

Sometimes, even his nightmares could startle him awake.

As for the Flying Thunder God Technique, compared to Wood Release and the Mangekyō Sharingan, its reputation might not be as great in his eyes.

But for Iwagakure, it was definitely a technique that struck fear into people's hearts!

During the Third Shinobi World War, Minato Namikaze single-handedly used the Flying Thunder God to instantly kill fifty ninja.

Even though these ninja varied in strength, it was precisely because of this variation that it was even more terrifying!

Because in Minato Namikaze's eyes, there was no difference between them; they were all just souls departing after the Flying Thunder God flashed by.

Now that these three powers had reappeared inexplicably, how could Ōnoki not feel his nerves twitching?

“What exactly is going on with Konoha? How have such powers emerged again?”

Ōnoki was now filled with anger, not just because of the emergence of these three powers, but also a lament for his own Iwagakure.

Damn it, the Fourth Hokage of Konoha is dead, but then another batch of talents pops up?

He was already over seventy and still couldn't retire, and still hadn't found a suitable candidate; how could heaven be so kind to Konoha!

“Father Tsuchikage!”

Just as he was most depressed, his good son, Kitsuchi, suddenly barged in.

Just as he walked in, Kitsuchi seemed to realize something; he suddenly shivered, then sheepishly touched his head.

His old man hated him not using titles during work hours, as it seemed very informal and lacked respect.

“Hmph.”

The Third Tsuchikage was already in a bad mood, and seeing his disappointing son come in, he immediately snorted coldly.

“Speak directly if you have something to say, or get out if you don't!”

“Uh…”

Kitsuchi wondered why his old man was so angry, but he didn't dare to retort.

“The investigation is clear. Most of the town in the Land of Grass was indeed destroyed. It is said that Kumogakure may compensate for this.

In addition, the Anbu also found witnesses at the time, confirming the appearance of a Wood Dragon.

And there was also a giant Slug, and a green chakra giant.

Battling them was a burly man covered in lightning armor; it was likely the Fourth Raikage.

Besides, this news came from Kumogakure.

The situation is roughly like this, over.”

“Hmm.”

Ōnoki nodded slightly, now understanding some things.

“I'm afraid those bastards in Kumogakure want me and Konoha to fight each other.”

“Fight?”

Kitsuchi blinked, and quietly reminded him:

“Using 'fight' to describe it is like dogs, Tsuchikage-sama, that doesn't seem appropriate…”

“Shut up, do you think I don't know that?”

Ōnoki choked on his own son's words, and his already bad temper flared up again.

If the occasion wasn't right, he would have given his good son a good beating!

This guy was brave enough, and his strength wasn't bad, but he would never be good at politics.

Besides that, there was Dust Release, which he couldn't learn at all.

Without Dust Release, it meant he wouldn't have any advantage in stronger battles, and coupled with his lack of political skills, handing Iwagakure over to him would simply be waiting for destruction!

“Why are you so disappointing?”

Ōnoki was really helpless; he had basically given up on letting his son inherit his mantle.

Fortunately, Iwagakure still had some trainable talents, such as his granddaughter Kurotsuchi, who was much smarter, and that little brat who made him very satisfied but also gave him a headache—Deidara.

“Forget it, it's pointless to get angry with you, you idiot.”

Ōnoki sighed, and Kitsuchi didn't dare to breathe loudly, standing obediently aside.

“Kumogakure's goal is clear. Although Konoha is cooperating to promote the Fourth Raikage's benevolence, it is just a way for both sides to save face.

Kumogakure is unlikely to do anything to Konoha now, but they probably see the talent on Konoha's side and don't plan to let it go easily, so they came to us.”

“Uh, is that so?”

Kitsuchi touched his head; he didn't like such convoluted things, but he still asked:

“Then Tsuchikage-sama, what should we do now? Ignore it?”

“Ignoring it isn't realistic, after all, we need to get more information as well.”

Ōnoki glared at his good son and patiently explained:

“But really interfering would fall into Kumogakure's trap, so we can choose a relatively moderate approach.”

“Moderate?” Kitsuchi seemed to understand: “Tsuchikage-sama, do you mean we send someone to test the waters?”

“Hmm.”

Ōnoki nodded, picked up a scroll and threw it at Kitsuchi.

“Isn't Kusagakure always conducting some secret experiments? Their people seem to always be safe as long as they're not dead and can return alive?

Whether it's medical ninjutsu or some weird forbidden techniques and evil arts, everyone would be interested in such things.

We don't use them because those people in Kusagakure are still useful, but it's good to teach them a lesson for jumping back and forth.”

“Indeed.”

Kitsuchi nodded; he had also been curious about this matter. Who wouldn't want to stay healthy and keep fighting?

It was only because Kusagakure was leaning towards them and providing many benefits in the Land of Grass that Iwagakure hadn't taken any action, but Kitsuchi was also a little confused.

“Tsuchikage-sama, how do we ensure Konoha sends someone out?”

“Isn't that simple? Didn't we hear that they seem to be using someone to conduct experiments?”

Ōnoki rolled his eyes; after all, they hadn't investigated thoroughly, and it was hard to confirm this information, but that didn't stop them from using it.

“Spread the word directly, saying they might have captured someone from the Uzumaki or Senju clan for human experimentation.

At the same time, add that I'm also interested in this thing.

I don't believe Konoha will remain indifferent when they hear the names of Uzumaki and Senju!”

“I understand.”

Kitsuchi nodded. Although it was deception, ninja would do anything to complete their mission, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

“Then, who will deal with them?”

“Isn't that simple?”

Ōnoki shook his head lightly, tapped the table, and a smile appeared on his face.

“The Akatsuki organization has helped us solve many problems that we couldn't conveniently handle; now here's another one.”

“Then, this task can be left to them.”

—

“Dinner's ready!”

“Okay, thank you, Shizune-nee, and Yūgao-senpai.”

Inside the Senju clan residence in Konoha, Hideki's face was a little pale, but hearing the call for dinner, he immediately ran out with a smile.

For a seasoned veteran, eating and lewdness were unavoidable tenets of life, after all, these things were engraved in DNA!

DNA's inheritance doesn't care about the survival of individuals, but its mission is the reproduction of the group.

As for how to keep the group reproducing, that was naturally the creed that Hideki believed in!

“Not bad.”

Tsunade also walked out of the room, glanced at the food on the table, and nodded in satisfaction.

At least these dishes looked good in terms of presentation, but she quickly pursed her lips again.

“Shizune, Yūgao, didn't I say I wanted to drink sake? Where's the sake?”

“Tsunade-sama, the sake is ready.”

Yūgao glanced at Shizune, who hadn't said anything, and finally had to speak helplessly.

“That's good.” Tsunade immediately regained her happy expression: “Indeed, taking you as a disciple was the right decision!”

“…”

Hideki turned his head speechlessly to look at Tsunade; he suddenly realized that this woman's skin looked delicate, but her essence should be quite thick?

How could she have the nerve to say such words?

Hideki still remembered what kind of face Tsunade had when he proposed taking Yūgao as her disciple.

“You want to bring your little girlfriend over, right? Don't be ridiculous, I, Tsunade, don't just accept disciples casually; I don't want someone without talent and perseverance!”

“I've already exchanged my rewards from this mission for remuneration. Hokage-sama agreed to give me five million ryō, Teacher, I remember you seemed to be chased for debts before, right?”

“...What do you mean? That town was destroyed by you guys, my debts have been settled!”

“Then what about the others? Don't tell me you want to destroy the towns where they are too? And won't this town be rebuilt?”

“…”

“Five million ryō, Teacher, you don't want to be chased to your door for debt and have no money to pay, right?”

“...Deal!”

A disciple worth five million ryō, now she has the nerve to say it was her right decision?

This is clearly the power of money!

“Hey, what kind of look is that?”

Tsunade sat down on the tatami mat with a plop. Just as she crossed her legs, she immediately noticed Hideki's gaze.