Naruto: I'm in Konoha, my name is Uzumaki Menma

Chapter 314 gives the young Minato and Jiraiya a little shock.
When the man slowly opened his eyes.

What comes into view is a huge, deep cylindrical space, like an ancient well that has been abandoned for thousands of years.

Looking around, there are mottled stone walls engraved with ancient patterns, and a few faint rays of sunlight shine down from the very top, illuminating the dust floating in the air.

He propped himself up on his arms and sat up from the cold ground, beneath which lay broken rubble and years of accumulated dust.

They found themselves in a cylindrical space resembling the interior of an abandoned temple, surrounded by moss and weeds, with no trace of other living beings.

With a slight thought, he tried to sense the coordinates of the Flying Thunder God Technique, the chakra network imprinted, and the giant Tenseigan on the moon.

However, the senses that were once as clear as the stars are now nothing, as if they have been completely blocked by an invisible barrier.

"As expected..." Menma muttered to himself, his voice echoing slightly in the empty ruins: "It's not time travel, but a parallel world?"

This conclusion was not unexpected; on the contrary, it confirmed his previous guess.

Just then, a small, dark red head cautiously peeked out from the furry collar around his neck.

Xiao Jiu blinked her bright eyes, curiously looking around at the unfamiliar environment, her small nose twitching slightly.

"What a strange feeling, my face is numb." Xiao Jiu's voice was naturally soft and sweet, yet it also contained the keenness of an ancient being.

"The chakra aura here is a bit different! It's mixed with a... um... decay and oppression. Is this the 'parallel world' you mentioned? Then... is there another me here?"

Menma stood up, brushed the dust off his divine robe, and calmly surveyed the enclosed environment from behind his white three-eyed fox mask.

"The Nine-Tails in this world should still be that guy called Kurama," he replied while searching for a way to leave.

"Nine Lama..." Little Nine clicked its tongue, waving its paws somewhat unconvinced: "Hmph, so what? Little Nine is invincible now!"

After absorbing a Ten-Tails, Xiao Jiu's chakra reserves have surpassed those of the complete Nine-Tails, and the gap between him and the complete Ten-Tails is getting smaller and smaller. Now he is becoming more and more arrogant.

"Yes, yes, my little Jiu is invincible." Menma replied with a smile, continuing to observe his surroundings.

The four sides of the stone walls are smooth and steep, with no entrance.

His gaze finally settled on the sky above, framed by the courtyard.

Without hesitation, with a thought, Mianma's body defied the constraints of gravity, as if lifted by an invisible force, floating lightly upwards, gradually increasing in speed, steadily ascending towards the wellhead.

The moment I rushed out of the courtyard, my view suddenly opened up.

A city full of exotic charm appeared before his eyes.

The towering buildings stand side by side, mostly made of dark stone and featuring unique spire structures, typical of the exotic architectural style of desert tribes.

The crisscrossing streets were bustling with pedestrians and vehicles, revealing a distorted kind of prosperity.

However, beyond those ornate rooftops, Mianma's gaze clearly saw the boundless, lifeless expanse of yellow sand at the edge of the city, as if the city were merely a lone boat stranded in a sea of ​​sand.

He hovered in mid-air, his gaze falling as he carefully examined the crowd on the street.

The Mangekyou Sharingan in his left eye silently activated, and intricate patterns slowly rotated on a scarlet background.

In his view, these pedestrians were not illusions or puppets, but individuals with real life force and chakra fluctuations.

However, most of them looked haggard, with numb eyes, and their hurried steps carried a weariness from the heavy burden of life, which was out of place with the city's superficial prosperity.

"It seems that Centipede, or rather, the 'An Lushan' of this world, has not yet completely controlled Loulan." Mianma thought to himself, "It is still uncertain whether Centipede of this world came with me or follows the Centipede of the 'original story'. The most urgent task is to determine the timeline."

He needs to gather information.

The figure suddenly vanished from the sky, and the next moment, it appeared in a remote and dirty corner of the city.

A middle-aged man, dressed in tattered clothes and looking terrified, was slammed to the ground by an invisible force. A cold kunai was pressed precisely against his Adam's apple, and the chilling aura made him freeze instantly, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.

The figure wearing a fox-face mask stood silently before him like the Grim Reaper, his voice coming through the mask with a chilling killing intent: "I'll ask you, you answer. How many years is it in Konoha now? How many years has An Lushan from your country been here?"

The man was terrified and stammered, "Konoha? I...I don't know what year it is this, sir!...An...An Lushan...he...he has been our Loulan minister for...for five years!"

Five years.

Mianma quickly calculated in his mind.

According to the "plot" he knew, if everything remained the same, then Naruto and Yamato would have traveled to this era around the sixth year.

A year is enough time for him to do a lot.

"Very good." Menma said calmly, put away his kunai, and his figure disappeared from the man's sight as if blending into the shadows.

The man collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. His back was already soaked with cold sweat. After a long while, he finally scrambled away from the corner that had almost cost him his life.

One day later, in the Land of Fire, in Konoha Village.

It was afternoon, and sunlight filtered through the lush foliage, casting dappled shadows on the clean street.

Sarutobi Asuma, Kurenai, Shizune, and Might Guy, all wearing Konoha headbands, walked down the street with great enthusiasm.

Their faces beamed with joy and excitement at becoming official ninjas and beginning their missions.

"Hey, look! That's the super famous Ichiraku Ramen right now!" Asuma pointed to the long queue in front of a shop ahead. The air was filled with the tempting aroma of bone broth and soy sauce, making him swallow hard.

The words "Ichiraku Ramen" stand out prominently on the shop's brand-new door curtain.

"It smells so good!" Might Guy's eyes lit up as he energetically pumped his fist. "The reward for your first mission in your youth should be used to fill your stomach!"

Kurenai and Shizune smiled at their two companions, their faces filled with anticipation.

Asma patted his chest and said with great pride, "No problem! It's on me today! I just finished a few D-rank missions a few days ago and saved up some pocket money."

Just as the three were about to join the queue, another group of people walked towards them from the opposite side.

Leading the group was Minato Namikaze, with his bright golden short hair and azure eyes. He wore a gentle smile, and behind him were three younger children.

Kakashi Hatake, wearing a mask and sporting a cool expression, along with the lively Obito Uchiha and the well-behaved Rin Nohara.

"Good afternoon, Asuma, Kurenai, Guy, and Shizune." Minato greeted them with a smile. He had just returned from leading Kakashi's team on a simple mission and, seeing the newly opened ramen shop, planned to bring his students to try it out.

"Jonin Minato!" Asuma and the others quickly greeted him.

Although Minato was only a few years older than them, he was already a renowned special Jonin and highly respected.

Minato's gaze swept over the bustling ramen shop: "You guys are here to try it out too? It seems this new shop is really popular."

"Yeah, Jonin Minato! Want to join us?" Asuma could tell that the group had just returned from a mission and were probably thinking about what to have for lunch.

"Minato-sensei! Let's have this for lunch too!" Obito twitched his nose, sniffed the aroma wafting in the air, and his stomach rumbled.

Rin smiled gently beside him, while Kakashi seemed uninterested in anything, casually glancing around.

The two groups met and lined up together in a friendly atmosphere.

Minato's gaze inadvertently swept across the interior of the ramen shop, landing on a lone figure sitting near the counter.

The man was dressed in inconspicuous dark casual clothes, had short black hair, and looked somewhat thin from behind, seemingly just a teenager.

However, Minato's gentle gaze suddenly sharpened.

An inexplicable intuition stirred within him.

The boy was simply sitting there quietly eating ramen, yet he exuded a sense of detachment from the surrounding noise, as if an invisible force field existed around him.

What bothered Minato even more was that he had never seen this boy in the village before, and the boy was not wearing a ninja headband.

The perceptive Kakashi immediately noticed the subtle change in Minato's expression. He followed Minato's gaze and saw the black-haired boy eating alone.

Just then, the boy seemed to have finished the last bite of ramen. He put down his bowl, gently placed some coins on the table, and said to the ramen vendor who was busy cooking, "Uncle, the money is here."

His voice was clear and bright, with the unique quality of a young man, but his tone was unusually calm, revealing no emotion.

Shou Da looked up, wiped his sweat with a towel, and gave a warm smile: "Okay, welcome back next time!"

His young wife smiled and nodded beside him.

The boy stood up, turned around, and walked out of the store.

The moment he turned his face, both Minato and Kakashi could clearly see his features.

It was a remarkably handsome face, and his features bore an uncanny resemblance to Minato!

However, his short, jet-black hair and his deep, unfathomable black eyes made his overall demeanor completely different from Minato's sunny and gentle nature, more like a deep, unfathomable spring.

The black-haired boy didn't seem to care about the crowd in line. He stretched his neck, casually glanced at the noisy street, and then started walking slowly towards the Hokage Rock, humming a little tune.

Minato frowned slightly, the strange feeling growing stronger.

He patted Obito, who was still excitedly discussing with Rin what side dishes to add, and whispered, "Obito, Rin, you guys eat with Asuma and the others, don't wait for me. Kakashi, come with me."

Although Obito was somewhat puzzled, he nodded nonetheless.

Kakashi immediately went on alert and silently followed Minato.

Minato and Kakashi quietly slipped away from the queue, like two shadows trailing far behind the black-haired boy.

The boy's steps seemed leisurely, but his speed was not slow, and he often chose less crowded paths, as if he was quite familiar with the layout of Konoha.

Before long, the boy arrived at the viewing platform above the Hokage Rock.

The view here is expansive, overlooking most of Konoha Village, with neat streets, lush forests, and iconic buildings all in sight.

There were no other tourists on the platform at that time.

The boy walked to the railing, casually resting his hands on it, a thin blade of grass dangling from his mouth. He didn't turn around, but merely turned his head slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips, and spoke loudly towards the shadows where Minato and Kakashi were hiding:

"Come out, Minato Namikaze. Aren't you tired of following me all this way?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a knowing calmness that clearly reached the ears of the two men.

Minato felt a chill run down his spine. The other party was indeed not simple. Not only had they noticed that he was being followed, but they had also directly revealed his name.

He stopped hiding and walked out from behind the tree. Kakashi followed closely behind, his eyes wary, his hand already unconsciously on his ninja tool pouch.

Minato stopped a few meters away from the boy, his azure eyes scrutinizing him carefully. His tone remained polite, but the probing intent was obvious: "You know me? But if I may be frank, I don't think I've ever seen you in the village before. Can you tell me your name? And what is your purpose in coming to Konoha?"

The boy turned around, leaning against the railing, facing Minato and Kakashi directly.

The faint smile at the corner of his mouth seemed to widen slightly, and his dark eyes were deep, as if they could suck one's soul into them.

"A name..." He chewed on some weeds, his gaze sweeping over Minato's handsome, sunny face, then glancing at Kakashi behind him, who looked as if facing a formidable enemy.

Finally, the gaze returned to Minato, and he slowly spoke: "My name is Menma, and I am just a passerby."

His posture was too relaxed; his body, leaning against the railing, showed not a trace of tension.

Not only did he not exude any murderous intent, he didn't even bother to adopt the most basic fighting stance.

This unusual relaxation either means he has no hostility, or...

This means that he has absolute confidence in himself, so much so that he ignores the defenses of Konoha and the two people in front of him.

Minato Namikaze is more inclined to believe the former.

He could sense a very strange peace emanating from the other person.

"Menma?" He repeated the unfamiliar name in a low voice, his mind quickly searching for known young powerhouses or important figures in the ninja world, but to no avail.

The name, and the boy before him, seemed to have appeared out of thin air.

Just as the atmosphere reached a delicate stalemate, a figure suddenly appeared beside Minato with a slight thud.

Jiraiya had long, white, spiky hair and wore a red coat, but he wasn't wearing a forehead protector with the word "oil" written on it.

"Hey, I've finally found you, Minato!" Jiraiya patted Minato on the shoulder with a carefree smile, seemingly oblivious to the subtle atmosphere between them.

"Let me tell you, I have a big surprise for you this time! That ninjutsu you spent three years researching, I've finally..."

"Jiraiya-sensei!" Minato had to interrupt his always somewhat eccentric teacher, gesturing ahead with his eyes: "The situation is a bit special right now."

"Huh?" Jiraiya belatedly followed Minato's gaze and saw the black-haired boy leaning against the railing at the edge of the observation deck.

He stroked his chin, looking Mianma up and down, his brows gradually furrowing, and the nonchalant expression on his face softened slightly: "Strange kid... Hey! You over there, boy, judging from your appearance, you're not from Konoha, are you?"

Mianma's thoughts had already drifted far away.

He learned from the opening date of Ichiraku Ramen that this year is the 47th year of Konoha...

The Third Shinobi World War had not yet officially broken out, Obito had not yet experienced that tragedy, and he had not yet turned to the dark side.

Madara Uchiha, that old guy, should still be clinging to life somewhere underground, right?
Judging by his age, he should be over seventy.

Perhaps, we could have the chance to "visit" that former ninja world demon and see how much he still has left in his twilight years?
This thought sparked a barely perceptible interest in his eyes.

Hearing Jiraiya's call, Menma snapped out of his reverie and put on his relaxed smile again: "I told you, I'm just a passerby. Don't worry, I'll be leaving on my own soon."

"As expected..." Jiraiya scratched his white hair and complained, "Is it another guy who inexplicably sneaks into the village? What are those guys from the Barrier Squad doing? Is the patrol team at the village entrance dozing off again?"

He sighed, his tone becoming serious: "However, since you're not from this village and have appeared here so mysteriously, I'll trouble you to come with us. You can have a cup of tea anywhere and get things cleared up."

This period coincided with the eve of the Third Shinobi World War, a time of heightened tensions and constant friction among the major ninja villages, and unusually frequent espionage activities.

It was in this year that Minato first clashed with the AB duo from Kumogakure, leaving a deep impression on both sides.

There are only about two years left before the great war that will sweep across the entire ninja world breaks out.

The presence of any unidentified person inside the village is enough to raise the highest level of alert.

The weed that Mianma had been holding in his mouth was taken out and casually flicked away, as if he were in his own backyard.

“I’m sorry, sir.” His tone remained calm. “My travel schedule is a bit tight, so I’m afraid I won’t have time to have tea with you. Goodbye.”

"Hey! Kid!" Jiraiya's brows furrowed completely.

Although he usually acts carefree and irresponsible, he is never careless when it comes to matters concerning the safety of the village.

The boy in front of him was too calm, and his words made him seem to disregard Konoha's defense system, which made his doubts and vigilance rise sharply.

"Since you are unwilling to cooperate..." Jiraiya quickly clasped his hands together, forming several hand seals.

"Then I'm sorry! Ninja Art: Lion's Mane Technique!"

In an instant, Jiraiya's long white hair seemed to come alive, growing wildly and hardening, transforming into streaks of white torrents that swept towards Menma with a sharp whooshing sound, intending to bind him tightly.

Almost at the same time that Jiraiya made his move, Minato and Kakashi also made their move.

The two tacitly spread out to the left and right, their kunai already tightly gripped in their hands, their sharp eyes locking onto Menma, blocking any possible escape routes he might take.

Minato lowered his stance slightly, already in a ready position for high-speed movement.

Faced with this sudden attack, Menma simply sighed softly.

Just as the surging white waves of hair were about to touch his body, he slightly raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and softly uttered four words:
"King Kong Blockade."

Om-!
Accompanied by a strange chakra hum, five dazzling golden chains suddenly appeared from the void behind him!

These chains, composed entirely of highly condensed chakra, resembled giant golden pythons with life, carrying a powerful sealing aura. They not only precisely struck Jiraiya's hair, which was as hard as steel, but also repelled and disrupted it inch by inch with overwhelming force!
The chains continued their momentum, like five golden lightning bolts, shooting towards Jiraiya, Minato, and Kakashi!
"What?!" Jiraiya exclaimed in surprise, quickly manipulating his hair to defend himself while simultaneously retreating rapidly, narrowly avoiding the chains' piercing.

Minato and Kakashi narrowly escaped the attack thanks to their exceptional reaction speed and Body Flicker Technique.

"You bastard!" Jiraiya steadied himself, his face filled with shock and disbelief. "How is this possible... This is the Uzumaki clan's secret sealing technique! How could you possibly be a member of the Uzumaki clan?!"

"The Uzumaki clan?" Minato and Kakashi were also taken aback upon hearing this.

The Uzumaki clan was renowned for its powerful vitality and unique sealing techniques, but its kingdom has long been destroyed, and its members are few in number, all of whom have red hair...

How could this unfamiliar black-haired boy be?
In that instant of shock, Minato's figure had already vanished from the spot!
The next moment, he appeared in front of Menma like a ghost. In his right hand, a highly compressed, rapidly spinning chakra sphere had already taken shape, emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

It was the ninjutsu without seals that he had painstakingly developed for three years!

"Spiral pills!"

Minato let out a low shout and unhesitatingly unleashed the technique, which contained immense destructive power, at Menma.

However, faced with this sudden close-range attack, Menma's reaction was faster than anyone could have imagined!

Almost simultaneously, his left hand rose, and in his palm, a Rasengan of the same azure blue color, spinning at the same high speed, and radiating the exact same aura instantly condensed!

In order to develop the Spiral Wheel Technique, the Rasengan was a ninjutsu he learned much earlier!

"What...?!" Minato's blue eyes narrowed suddenly, his heart filled with shock.

boom--! ! !
Two identical Rasengans collided violently!
The intense chakra conflict triggered a deafening explosion!

The violent energy shockwave spread outwards, instantly blasting a huge crater into the solid ground of the observation deck, sending debris flying and filling the air with dust.

Using the recoil from the explosion, Minato performed a backflip and landed steadily next to Jiraiya and Kakashi. His breathing was slightly rapid, and he stared intently at the center of the explosion, his eyes filled with incomprehensible shock.

Not only does the opponent know the Uzumaki clan's secret techniques, but he also knows his unrevealed Rasengan...

Jiraiya and Kakashi stared intently at the lingering cloud of smoke, their muscles tense.

Just then, a clear voice came from above them: "Alright, that's the end of the game. I'm not playing with you anymore; I have more important things to do."

The three of them suddenly looked up!

Suddenly, Muma was suspended in mid-air, his short black hair fluttering gently in the breeze, and the five golden chakra chains behind him swaying slowly like living wings.

He looked down at them with a playful smile on his face, as if the brief but intense exchange just now was nothing more than an insignificant game to him.

"Fly...fly?!" Kakashi's eyes were filled with horror.

The ability to fly without the aid of any ninja tools or summoning beasts is extremely rare in the entire ninja world!

Jiraiya completely abandoned all his contempt and his expression became extremely solemn.

This mysterious black-haired boy possesses unfathomable strength and employs even more bizarre and unpredictable methods!
Flight ability, the Vortex clan's Adamantine Sealing Technique, and the Rasengan...

Menma's gaze finally landed on Minato Namikaze, his eyes carrying a hint of expectation. He said meaningfully, "Don't worry, we'll meet again."

Before he finished speaking, his figure began to rise rapidly, as if being pulled by invisible ropes, quickly turning into a small black dot.

The five golden chains then retracted and disappeared.

In just a few breaths, he completely disappeared into the blinding sunlight high in the sky, as if he had never existed, leaving only the ruined observation deck and three Konoha ninjas with turbulent inner worlds.

Jiraiya stared at the empty sky for a long time before muttering to himself, "The Uzumaki clan's Adamantine Sealing Barrier... Minato's Rasengan... and that damned flying ability... Just who is this kid?"

Minato remained silent, his deep blue eyes swirling with thoughts.

Face numb...

(End of this chapter)