Naruto: Starting as the Third Hokage with Tears in His Eyes

This is a defilement of the very concept of life.

However, its structure is indeed of research value.

We must capture them alive, thoroughly analyze their weaknesses, and then eradicate this disgusting technology at its source.

Meanwhile, the right wing of the manor.

The third team of cultists also moved swiftly through the forest.

They were more cautious than their left-wing counterparts, and the group spread out in a fan shape, with several perceptive believers at the forefront.

Suddenly, the captain at the head of the group raised his hand sharply, and the entire team came to an abrupt halt.

"What's wrong?"

The deputy asked in a low voice.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the captain's forehead. His gaze was fixed on a deserted grove of trees ahead, and his voice was hoarse: "There's... something ahead."

"What was that? I didn't feel anything."

At the very moment they were talking.

A golden flash disappeared without warning at the edge of their vision.

The light was so dazzling that it left a brief afterimage on everyone's retinas.

The captain, who was in the lead, felt a blur before his eyes, as if the whole world had slowed down.

When his vision returned to normal, he was horrified to find that a blond youth had somehow appeared in front of their group.

The young man had a gentle, sunny smile on his face, just like a friendly older brother next door.

Hello,

Minato Namikaze smiled and spoke in a clear, gentle voice, "It's so late, are you lost?"

He was toying with a strangely shaped kunai in his hand.

The captain's pupils contracted, but the cultists behind him no longer cared.

In their eyes, there was only a lone young man in front of them. He looked quite spirited, but in front of desperate criminals, he was no different from a scarecrow blocking the way.

"Kill him!"

The cultists simultaneously sprang into action, their crimson chakra coalescing at their fingertips, transforming into various twisted forms as they lunged at Minato.

Minato tilted his head to the side, as if dodging a flying insect.

A golden flash appeared briefly.

The three cultists at the forefront froze simultaneously, a thin line of blood appearing on their throats. Their knees buckled, and they collapsed to the ground. They hadn't even seen how Minato had moved—the kunai was still spinning between his fingers, the blade clean, without a single drop of blood on it.

"So fast..." The captain's lips trembled slightly.

But the believers were insane; they were not afraid of death.

Those in the back row continued charging, stepping over the corpses of their companions, chanting the name of the evil god, their eyes bloodshot.

Minato did not linger in the fight.

His figure vanished again, flashing twice more among the cultists, each flash accompanied by a short, sharp whooshing sound and a muffled thud. Two more people fell to the ground, swift and decisive, without any unnecessary movement.

Then he stepped back and stood still.

Because a sharp glint of light had already appeared from the treetops behind him.

"Raikiri!"

A blinding white-blue arc of electricity tore through the night as Kakashi descended from the heights, his White Fang short sword enveloped in lightning release. He resembled a shooting star trailing a trail of lightning, slashing directly into the right flank of the cultists.

As the blade flashed, the weapons and arms of the two cultists were severed. The paralyzing effect of the lightning release prevented them from even screaming, and they fell straight backward.

"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"

At the same time, an orange-red fireball burst out from the forest on the left, emanating from Uchiha Obito.

He squatted on a thick tree branch, his hands clasped in front of his mouth, his cheeks bulging out, the heat of the fireball instantly turning the surrounding fallen leaves to ashes.

The fireball landed in the center of the cult, exploding with a loud bang and sending more than a dozen people flying.

"Hey, Minato-sensei, you left us quite a lot."

Obito jumped down from the tree, dusted off his hands, and grinned from ear to ear.

Minato smiled and said, "You've come at the right time. It wouldn't be polite for me to be serving so many guests by myself."

Kakashi didn't reply. Lightning flashed on his short sword as his gaze swept quickly across the battlefield. He muttered a count: "Two knocked down. Reinforcements are still arriving..."

Obito yelled, "Just fight!"

Before he could finish speaking, a soft rustling sound of paper scraps came from above.

The white paper scraps fell from the night sky like a blizzard, each one folded into the shape of a sharp shuriken, spinning precisely as it pierced the bodies of the cultists still struggling on the ground.

The paper shuriken did not kill them, but instead pinned their limbs and clothing to the ground.

"Minami-neechan's paper shuriken!" Obito looked up.

On the treetop, a blue-haired woman floated silently, surrounded by countless white paper scraps. Moonlight shone on her, making her look like an expressionless paper angel.

In the clearing below her, Yahiko had already drawn his dagger.

"Nagato, you're in charge of the group on the left. Konan, continue blocking the airspace."

Yahiko's voice wasn't loud, but every word was steady and clear: "I'll go clear the right side."

"clear."

Nagato's voice came from further away.

The next second, an invisible force spread out from the direction where Nagato was.

"Lock!"

A dense array of sealing techniques appeared on the ground, and blue light spread along the soil. Wherever it reached, the chakra within the cultists pinned down by the paper shuriken was instantly locked.

Their struggles froze, and the words stuck in their throats.

Yahiko charged into the remaining enemy ranks on the right. His swordsmanship was not fancy, even somewhat rough, but every strike hit vital points cleanly and decisively.

One of the cult members tried to sneak up from the side, but was hit in the face with a backhand elbow and sent flying three meters away with a muffled groan.

"You guys,"

Yahiko stomped his foot on the man's chest, his breathing slightly rapid. "In the middle of the night, instead of sleeping, you're here to die?"

On the treetop in the distance, Jiraiya sat cross-legged.

Under the moonlight, he watched Yahiko's figure wielding his sword. That brat who had once challenged him in the Land of Rain to teach him ninjutsu was now quite skilled at slashing people.

Needless to say, Xiao Nan's net of paper scraps was so thick that not even a mosquito could escape.

Jiraiya touched his nose, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

When I was training these brats, I never imagined things would turn out this way.

If the Akatsuki's battles were about "technique," then the other battlefield was pure "violence."

"Sixth Gate - View Gate, open!"

"Oh oh oh oh! Burn, youth!"

Two streams of green chakra steam shot into the sky, and Might Guy and his son Might Guy, like two green meteors, crashed directly into the ranks of the Jashin cultists at a speed that the naked eye could not keep up with.

There is no ninjutsu, no genjutsu.

Yes, but it's purely physical skill to the extreme.

The dull thuds of fists striking flesh were incessant, each punch and kick carrying the terrifying power to split mountains and shatter rocks. The immortality that the cultists were so proud of was repeatedly pulverized into a shower of minced meat under this pure physical assault.

Even if they can regroup, they will be met with even more relentless and fierce attacks.

"Konoha Whirlwind!"

"This is the passion of youth!"

The father and son's powerful shouts resounded throughout the entire battlefield, even drowning out Kakashi's Chidori Cry.

Kakashi glanced over there, then looked away expressionlessly: "...So noisy."

Minato stood a little further away, his gaze sweeping from Kakashi to Obito, then from Yahiko to Nagato and Konan, and finally landing on Guy and Dai.

The battle ended within ten minutes.

To be precise, this could not be called a battle at all.

With the help of the young ninjas from Konoha, hundreds of members of the evil god cult fell like harvested wheat.

Even with its immortality, it completely lost its ability to resist after being sealed by Nagato's sealing technique.

Xiao Nan wrapped the last believer in a piece of paper and gently placed him on the ground.

……

at the same time.

Tobirama Senju stood in the center of the lake he had created, before him lay the remains of cultists, neatly fragmented by high-pressure water jets.

The pieces of flesh were still wriggling on the surface of the water, trying to piece themselves back together.

Tobirama looked at them and frowned slightly.

This regeneration mechanism based on a cursed contract is unlike any known ninjutsu system he has studied.

The chakra pathways are forcibly bound to the cells by external forces. Even if the body is shattered, as long as the pathways remain open, it can be infinitely reassembled.

interesting.

It's disgusting too.

His hands moved so fast that the changes in his hand shapes were too quick for the naked eye to discern. Pale blue light patterns appeared on the lake's surface, and a precise sealing spell emerged from the water, covering all the still-writhing chunks of flesh.

The technique's effect is direct—it severs the regeneration pathways, extracting and sealing the chakra from each piece of flesh.

The peristalsis stopped.

Tobirama straightened up, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield to make sure nothing was missed.

His expression remained unchanged from beginning to end; for him, killing and conducting experiments were essentially ways of solving problems.

Not far away, on a treetop, Nara Deer Antlers leaned against a thick branch, arms crossed over his chest, watching everything with a complex expression.

The Second Generation Lord's fighting style, how should I put it... precise, ruthless, and devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

He rubbed the back of his neck and rolled over to land.

"Second Generation Lord, thank you for your hard work."

Tobirama didn't look at him, his tone flat: "Eleven seconds faster than expected. The regeneration mechanism of these things follows a pattern. The second cut, made at the intersection of the nerve cluster and the chakra node, can delay the splicing speed by about three seconds."

A black line appeared on Nara Shika's forehead. He turned his head to look towards the center of the manor, where the battle was quieter than on the left and right flanks combined.

But it is precisely because of the silence that it is even more unsettling.

Because the central courtyard—the front courtyard—was the territory of the first generation, Hashirama Senju.

There was a rumbling sound coming from that direction at first, and then it stopped.

Now, all that could be heard was Orochimaru's laughter mixed with Hidan's increasingly hysterical cursing.

The antlers shuddered.

Let's not look in that direction.

His gaze shifted to the direction of the eastern hills, which was the area that Kakashi and Obito were responsible for.

Several streaks of fire, lightning, and wind blades flashed alternately, illuminating half of the hillside.