Naruto: The Progenitor of Demons Starting from Kirigakure

"Look! Something looks like it's flying by!"

Unaware of the danger, the villagers pointed to a faint black dot high in the sky and began to discuss it amongst themselves.

"It seems to be drifting towards the village..."

Its trajectory was slow and leisurely, not like something powerful.

Ordinary villagers have limited experience, and even those living in ninja villages rarely witness ninjas using ninjutsu. Ninjas, on the other hand, are always extremely wary of the unknown.

On rooftops and throughout the streets, ninjas dressed in Konoha ninja vests and registered as Konoha ninjas looked up at the sky.

Even if it's something bad, with their abilities, they can only watch helplessly, unable to touch it, let alone stop it.

Throughout the village, ninjas in their clan attire stood solemnly atop the rooftops of their respective clan territories, gazing up at the sky.

Enemy?

It's only been three years since the village was founded. Who dares to challenge the dignity of the God of Shinobi, Konoha?

Beneath the clan emblem of the round fan, a group of red-eyed Uchiha stood or squatted on various parts of the rooftop, their expressions tense, clearly under martial law, turning their scarlet tridents and gazing up at the sky.

"Can you see what it is?" an old elder asked in a deep voice.

The former clan leader left abruptly, leaving the Uchiha clan without a leader. The position of clan leader remains undecided, and no one is willing to submit to anyone else.

"It looks like a person?" A young Uchiha man with spiky hair said with an arrogant expression, sounding puzzled.

"A person?" The crowd murmured amongst themselves.

"Elder, what should we do?" a clansman asked.

Upon hearing this, the elder sneered, "We'll see how it goes. We'll wait for Brother Thousand Hands' instructions and do nothing!" His words were laced with resentment.

Before Ban left, everyone was very polite to him, like a good person.

As soon as Madara left, any ninja clan member could give him the cold shoulder. It was absolutely terrible. The Senju brothers just watched without saying a word.

On the other hand, compared to the Sharingan, which is not very good at farsightedness, the Hyuga family's eyes are much more convenient.

As the altitude decreased, it came into the line of sight of most of the Hyuga clan members.

The elders and old men and women of the main family had ashen faces, while the members of the branch families all had bulging veins and were filled with rage.

There was no other reason than that the people hanging in the sky were their own people, who could clearly see her miserable condition, which was not just a simple ordeal of having her eyes gouged out.

In the spacious courtyard of the clan's estate, a refined middle-aged man with a clean-shaven forehead, dressed in a kimono and covered in scars, looked up at the sky, his fists clenched tightly. The plight of his clansmen filled him with rage.

but...

"Tennin..." An elder lowered his eyes and said with one hand, "It's best not to do anything and wait for Brother Senju to give us an explanation."

"Heh..." Tennin chuckled lightly, "Three of the Ino-Shika-Cho trio just died. Have they given any explanation?"

With a glint in his eyes, the elder said, "Don't speak carelessly in the village."

"Foolish." With a cold sweat, Tennin said, "Tobirama is very wary of us. If you ask him for an explanation, he might just ask you for one in return. If you don't say anything, everyone will pretend nothing happened."

"Tennin, you can try to trust his older brother, Hashirama." The elder was calm and collected. As long as Hashirama was alive, that wretched brat Tobirama couldn't cause any trouble.

"Still can't see it? The two brothers are in cahoots." Tennin said, "Cunning as you are, old man, don't be fooled by the seemingly stupid Hashirama."

"Since things have come to this, let's proceed as usual. It's just a branch family," the elder said, glancing discreetly at the angry and agitated branch family members around him. The elder then lowered his eyes, seemingly tired.

This has always been the case; it's tradition.

The man turned to the elder and said, "If I had known, I should have taken my men and retreated with the Bamboo Clan."

"Heh..." The elder closed his eyes and sneered, "Does a man like you ever regret this? Foolish old folks of the Kaguya clan, still clinging to the traditions of the ninja clan. Sooner or later, Kirigakure will fall before Konoha. But no matter where you are, as long as the Caged Bird Seal remains, the Hyuga clan will always be the Hyuga clan."

"That old man is really optimistic," Tianran sneered. "Uchiha Madara is gone."

"Let him go then," the old man asserted. "Hashirama is the strongest in the ninja world. That arrogant brat Madara Uchiha will never win a single battle in his lifetime."

"Foolish old fool," Tennin sneered, "No matter what, the dignity of the Hyuga clan cannot be challenged, and I will take action personally."

"The Warring States period is over, Tennin." The old man opened his eyes, glanced at the man, and said, "You should learn to retire now, leave some descendants, and so on. This is a matter for the village, not the Hyuga clan."

Tianren crossed his arms and snorted coldly, "I have my own plans, don't worry about me."

"Worried?" the old man snorted. "I'm just worried that you might lose those precious white eyes of yours."

The two spoke in hushed tones, but the surrounding tribespeople, filled with fear, could not hear their conversation.

In the sky, a black dot drifted towards Konoha, gradually getting closer and closer. The villagers followed curiously, while the ninja clan watched coldly.

The leaders of the Pig-Deer-Butterfly gang gathered together, watching this scene. The thin, black-haired man with the pineapple head had a serious expression on his face.

"I used to think it was an exception, but now I see it's not."

"What do you mean?" the blond man asked.

"There's a terrifying guy eyeing Konoha," the pineapple-headed man said in a deep voice.

"What's so scary about him?" the fat man asked in a deep voice. "The most terrifying man in the ninja world is in Konoha."

"It's precisely because they're not afraid of the most terrifying man in the ninja world..." the pineapple-headed man said, "that's what makes them so terrifying..."

"He might just be an ignorant guy," the fat man said.

"I'll handle the thinking stuff," the pineapple-headed man said. "Don't overthink it."

The fat man shut his mouth.

The three men gazed at the sky, their eyes filled with seriousness.

Pineapple Head frowned. This was a very bad omen. Konoha's strength was not as great as it seemed. He couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Was my decision wrong?

Is it only the third year, and Hashirama's fearsome reputation is already no longer enough to intimidate the ninja world?

In the Senju residence, passing through a deep corridor, at the depths of the courtyard, Tobirama opened the paper door and sat down behind the eldest brother of the meditation group.

The man, dressed casually in a kimono and with a kind, simple face, scratched his head and said, "I've said it before, I don't want to be Hokage. Anyone who wants to go to that office can go; I'm not going!"

Upon hearing this, Tobirama's eyelids twitched.

"I'm not here to take you to work, bro."

Upon hearing this, Hashirama turned back to Tobirama and asked, "Then what are we doing?"

Tobirama's expression darkened, and he said, "In my perception, the enemy is stationed at an altitude of about 18,000 meters. Can you shoot her down? That woman is extremely dangerous; she is carrying a Jinchūriki."

The abilities of sensory ninjas vary. Some can only sense a general location, which is not far enough. Others can sense not only the location but also the number of people. Above them, the most outstanding can even sense the specific appearance and figure of a person. Tobirama Senju was the top sensory ninja in the ninja world.

He could clearly see Jieluo's face, that hateful face full of a mocking and sarcastic smile.

He knew the other side was there for revenge.

Hashirama glared and raised his voice, "How many!? Eighteen thousand meters!? You overestimate me, Tobirama."

Hashirama didn't care about Jinchūriki or anything like that.

"What a useless older brother," Tobirama said.

Upon hearing this, Hashirama slumped down, his spirits low, and said, "I'm so sorry I was useless..."

I'm so frustrated, extremely frustrated.

Tobirama's face darkened; he could only watch helplessly as his enemy gloated, unable to retaliate in any way.

He also knew that the other side could sense him and was watching him make a fool of himself.

Sensing Tobirama's turbulent emotions and the overwhelming malice directed at her, Yura laughed.

With an elegant smile, the lady stretched out her finger, pointed it towards the air, gently pulled down her eyelids, and stuck out her little tongue.

Hehehehe~

On the ground, inside the room, Tobirama's face darkened, and he suddenly clenched his fists.

very good!very good!

Negative emotions +1 +1 +1 +1

"Thank you for the treat~" Yura smiled faintly, not knowing if Tobirama could hear her, but he should be able to understand her lip movements.

Akitsu of the Hyuga clan could understand it, as could Kakashi with his Sharingan. Yura knew that Akitsu had discovered her intentions earlier because he had read her lips.