Naruto: Starting with Tsunade

Chapter 235 Beating Up the Protagonist's Father

After stretching his muscles and bones a little, just as he was about to prepare to further his cultivation, a slightly childish voice suddenly came from not far away.

Aokiji looked back and saw a boy walking towards him. Although he was just a kid, his eyes were surprisingly sharp.

Aokiji recognized him: "What? It's Fugaku..."

Fugaku strolled up to him and said, "Aokiji, I heard you were back, so I came to find you right away."

"What do you want from me?"

"I challenge you!" Fugaku roared, his black eyes turning crimson, three tomoe twisting around his pupils.

For the past three years, he has been training hard with Aokiji as his goal, and now it's time to test the results.

Aokiji narrowed his eyes, revealing a hint of interest: "Heh heh... Three-tomoe Sharingan, not bad."

It is truly rare for someone of Fugaku's age to be able to awaken the three-tomoe Sharingan.

But that's normal. Even if you don't have that talent, you wouldn't be able to have those two kids.

"Alright, I'll play along with you for a bit."

Aokiji and Fugaku separated slightly, standing as still as mountains. Aokiji beckoned with his finger, making a provocative gesture.

Fugaku, with his Sharingan activated, did not rush forward recklessly. He wanted to use his Sharingan to observe his opponent's weaknesses first, but unfortunately, Aokiji's seemingly casual movements were flawless.

Fugaku clicked his tongue lightly. If there was no flaw, then he would create one: "Since that's the case..."

As he spoke, he leaned forward, opened the pocket tied to his leg, and with lightning speed drew out his shuriken and swung it.

Aokiji dodged the rapidly spinning shuriken with a sidestep, even having time to quip, "There's no way I can attack head-on, you know~~"

As they were talking, they suddenly felt a burst of intense heat; a huge fireball was hurtling towards them.

Well.

Aokiji raised an eyebrow.

It seems that at the moment he jumped, he used the Sharingan's perception to predict his trajectory.

During the rapid movement, Aokiji raised his arm without even forming hand seals. Cold energy gathered in his palm, and with a wave of his hand, he unleashed the Ice Soul Palm.

The ice and fire collided, forming a white mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

By listening to the sound and pinpointing the location, Aokiji determined the trajectory of the kunai's attack in flight. He turned his head to the side and dodged, but in the instant he did so, he caught a glimpse of the barely noticeable steel wire out of the corner of his eye.

Using the Sharingan's perception, Fugaku manipulated the shuriken connected by steel wires, circling it in the air and binding it. Then, he spat out flames, which formed a fire dragon along the steel wires and rushed towards the target, hitting it with a deafening sound, accompanied by thick, indistinct water mist.

"Did you get it?"

Aokiji said something with a sense of relief.

But he was proven wrong the very next second. A leisurely voice came from the misty water, obscuring his vision: "Your fire jutsu is still a bit lacking."

Fugaku continued to rapidly form hand seals, and the giant fireball he spat out formed a fiery dragon head, which hurtled forward.

Meanwhile, Aokiji also began forming hand seals, gathering cold air in his palms, and with a wave of his hand, released an ice bird that flew out and attacked.

Ice Release: Tyrannosaurus Beak.

Although both the Fire Dragon and Ice Bird are at the B-rank difficulty level, Aokiji's move is clearly stronger. When the two clashed, the Fire Dragon offered only a token resistance before being easily defeated by the Ice Bird, which then launched a counterattack.

Fugaku was unable to dodge in time and was knocked down by the ice bird. His body was shattered and he flew far away.

Aokiji's move is purely a physical attack, unlike some Marine Admirals who also deal freezing damage; otherwise, this move wouldn't only be ranked B.

"What's wrong? Is this all there is to it?"

Hearing the provocative tone coming from ahead, Fugaku trembled and staggered to his feet.

"It's not over yet."

Fugaku refused to admit defeat, and with his hands crossed in a mudra, he created a shadow clone beside him.

Aokiji narrowed his eyes slightly, watching him extend his hand, palm up, and then begin to roll a dumpling...

Uh... Rasengan?

This technique was a ninjutsu that Aokiji taught to Fugaku, and it seems that he has put it to good use.

Aokiji couldn't help but imagine Fugaku being taught this way, and how it would be passed on to his sons, who would then make dumplings...

The scene with Erzhuzi, in particular, was absolutely stunning...

Just as Aokiji was lost in thought, Fugaku had already finished making the dumplings, but they were a little different from what Aokiji had imagined.

This is a bright red dumpling, burning with flames.

Aokiji was slightly taken aback. After staring at it for a while, he roughly understood what was going on.

This Rasengan must have incorporated fire-style chakra, which is why it turned out this way.

This move can no longer be simply called Rasengan; it should be called Fire Release: Rasengan.

Aokiji thought to himself, "The Rasengan is really a convenient ninjutsu. You can put any type of chakra into it."

Since that's the case, then let him come too, and let's see whose dumplings are better.

Aokiji reached out again, and a pale blue chakra ball, radiating a chilling aura, condensed above his right palm.

Compared to Fugaku, who still needs to rely on shadow clones, Aokiji can create them all by himself, which shows the difference in their strength.

Fugaku looked surprised, clearly not expecting this to happen.

Why do you look so surprised?

Aokiji couldn't help but chuckle: "I taught you the Rasengan. Since you can incorporate fire-style chakra into the Rasengan, I can naturally incorporate ice-style chakra into it."

Calling it Ice Release: Rasengan would be too rigid, so Aokiji has named this move Hyōrinmaru.

"What's wrong? Are you scared?"

Seeing that Fugaku hadn't rushed forward yet, Aokiji made a provocative remark.

Fugaku, provoked, immediately drew his fire-attribute Rasengan and charged forward. Aokiji, unmoved, countered with a backhand strike.

Although they are the same type of ninjutsu, the difference in the user determines the difference in the power of the ninjutsu, and Fugaku would most likely lose directly.

Based on this, Fugaku did not choose to directly and recklessly clash with Aokiji. Instead, he used this psychological state to patiently capture the flaws in Aokiji's attack with his Sharingan, sidestepped to avoid his sharp edge, and used Fire Release: Rasengan to blast at Aokiji's side arm.

However, Aokiji anticipated his prediction and pulled back with one arm to dodge the attack, while simultaneously striking Fugaku's forehead with his elbow, sending him flying a great distance.

This time, Fugaku was able to stand up again, but he had clearly lost his fighting spirit and honestly admitted defeat: "I still can't beat you..."

Aokiji teased, "Speaking of which, your attack just now was really fierce. Were you trying to kill me?"

Fugaku said earnestly, "If we don't do it this way, there is absolutely no hope of winning."

Aokiji nodded, acknowledging the point, but his expression quickly turned serious: "You must have been on the battlefield and killed people before, kid."

The aura with which he was about to kill me just now was clearly not something that could be cultivated in a greenhouse.

"I'm already twelve years old. Isn't it normal for me to start going to the battlefield and killing people?"

Fugaku's matter-of-fact, even casual, tone inexplicably tinged Aokiji's expression with a hint of sadness.

In this era, it is commonplace for young children to go to war and kill people, and even the people involved do not feel that there is anything wrong with it.

If children of his time were like this, children of the Warring States period were even worse. Madara Uchiha, who came from that era, went through a series of events. It's no wonder his personality became the way it is.

Fugaku, who was naturally perceptive, easily noticed the change in Aokiji's expression and asked, "What's wrong? Was there a problem with what I just said?"

Aokiji remarked with a touch of melancholy, "I'm just a little sentimental. Don't you feel it's inappropriate for a child your age to go to the battlefield?"

After thinking for a moment, Fugaku replied, "Aside from feeling a little uncomfortable at first, I got used to it later."

"Are you used to it?"

"Yeah, like killing a chicken."

Aokiji: ...

"Of course, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but at least the state of mind is similar; the heart is no longer greatly disturbed."

"How pathetic~~"

"sorrow?"

"Yeah, don't you think it's pathetic to be doing this kind of thing at an age when you should be playing?"

"Is it pathetic? I think it's a glorious thing to protect the village and our people by killing enemies. Besides, playing is something you can do anytime."

Aokiji shook his head: "That's not how it is. Some things, once they're over, you can never feel them again."

Fugaku lowered his head and thought seriously for a moment: "For example, your secret relationship with someone?"

Aokiji was taken aback and subconsciously replied, "How did you know?"

Fugaku replied, "Mikoto told me."

Aokiji recalled being caught having a secret rendezvous a few days ago and muttered to himself, "Mikoto, what nonsense is that little brat spouting? I'll teach her a lesson when I get back."

Fugaku glanced at Aokiji: "It's hard to imagine what you'd be like in a relationship."

Aokiji was taken aback: "You even know about something like this?"

"Please, don't judge me by your old standards," Fugaku said dismissively. "Besides, just because I'm not interested in this kind of thing doesn't mean I know nothing about it."

Aokiji: ...

"What's her name?"

Fugaku had only heard Mikoto mention him, but he didn't know who he was.

"Kid, don't pry," Fugaku said casually. "I was just asking casually."

Aokiji was a little annoyed by Fugaku's precocious tone, and ice chains emanated from his body.

Fugaku harbored a deep-seated trauma from the ice chains, and the memory of being dominated by them brought back vivid memories. His voice trembled slightly as he asked, "W-what do you want to do?"

"I didn't do anything, I was just a little annoyed by the way you talked to me earlier, so I thought I'd make you remember."

Aokiji clasped his hands together, turning them over with a creaking sound.

Fugaku remained silent for a moment, then decisively ran away. He didn't want to be constantly beaten up by Aokiji at his age; that would be too humiliating.

He can't bear the shame.

Want to run?

Aokiji smirked, activated his steam armor, and instantly appeared in front of Fugaku.

"So fast!"

Fugaku's eyes widened. Was this Aokiji's true strength now?

The difference in strength between him and me was like night and day; I had no chance to fight back at all.

There wasn't even time to gasp for breath, so there was no chance to escape. Aokiji immediately used chains to bind Fugaku, hanging his body upside down.

"You used your Sharingan to manipulate the Third Sword to bind me just now, so let me do it this time. Don't hold back."

Fugaku's pupils contracted, and he shouted, completely abandoning the mature demeanor he had just been putting on.

"Heh heh... Go ahead and scream, no one will come to save you even if you scream your lungs out."

(End of this chapter)