Naruto: Traveling Through Time Starting with Seizing the Dragon Vein

Yue chuckled as she removed her snow-covered black robe and casually sat down by the brazier, warming her hands in the fire. "Chief Ban thinks the Yin Escape techniques I've researched are just tricks of the weak. But it doesn't matter. A brute has his pride, and a scholar has his romance. Today, I've obtained another key that can unlock the door to the truth of the world."

Guang nodded as if she understood, but she wasn't interested in any worldly truths; she only cared about whether the person in front of her was happy.

"Here, freshly baked." Guang wrapped a piece of sweet potato, which was baked until golden syrup oozed out, in a clean leaf and handed it to Yue.

Yue took a bite and nodded in satisfaction.

Compared to the fish cooked with Amaterasu, this sweet potato tastes so much better.

He looked at the flickering flames, then at the quiet light beside him, a rare tenderness appearing in his eyes.

"Guang, after we do one last test, we should go back to our own home."

His hand, which was poking at the charcoal fire, paused slightly, and then the corners of his mouth curled up into a tiny, yet incredibly genuine, smile.

"Well, go home."

……

The harsh winter of the Warring States period quietly faded away in the camp where the Senju and Uchiha were stationed together.

When the first cracking sound came from the ice of the Naga River, and the first tender green buds sprouted from the withered trees on the riverbank, the entire ninja world felt an unprecedented vitality.

The gentle breeze of early spring caressed the land of the Land of Fire.

The signing of each ceasefire agreement symbolized the end of the centuries-long Warring States period.

The exchange of family secret techniques also expanded Yue's knowledge base.

The Senju and Uchiha clans, these two sworn enemies, have finally formally established an alliance under the watchful eyes of the entire ninja world.

The weather was clear and cloudless that day.

On a cliff overlooking the vast forest on the banks of the Naka River, towering into the clouds.

Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha stood side by side, the wind blowing Hashirama's long black hair and Madara's dark red armor.

Not far behind them, Tobirama Senju stood with his arms crossed and a cold expression on his face; while Uchiha Tsuki, Uchiha Hikaru, as well as Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki, stood quietly to the side as special "guests and witnesses".

"The day has finally come, Madara."

Hashirama opened his arms, took a deep breath of the fresh early spring air, and his black eyes shone with indescribable excitement and emotion.

"No more killing, no more hatred, and children can grow up safely under the protection of this forest."

Ban remained silent, his arrogant eyes gazing down at the boundless forest below. After a long while, he finally let out a very soft, cold snort.

"Why should someone like you lower yourself and run around to all the clan leaders? Why not just crush those weaklings with your strength?"

Ban turned his head slightly, his cold and handsome face revealing a deep-seated incomprehension and arrogance. "Wouldn't it be better to just crush those weaklings with our strength?"

In Madara's eyes, the only person in the world who could rival him was the man before him named Hashirama Senju.

He simply couldn't imagine that Hashirama, who possessed "the same" overwhelming strength as himself, would go to such lengths for the sake of so-called peace.

Should we bow down to those insignificant family leaders? Should we fawn over them and try to persuade them?

How could those weak ninjas, who couldn't even withstand a single sword strike from Susanoo, deserve to be treated like this by the mighty Hashirama?

In Ban's dictionary, the weak should submit to the strong, the strong want peace, and the weak must obey.

If they don't submit, then beat them until they do.

Strength is the only way to establish rules.

Hearing Madara's extremely domineering words, Hashirama was not angry. Instead, he turned his head and looked at his lifelong rival and best friend with great seriousness.

"Ban, if we rely solely on force to crush everyone, then what we've built won't be a village to protect everyone, but a huge cage dominated by fear."

Hashirama's eyes were incredibly gentle: "Those families may be weak, but they are also bleeding and losing loved ones. If we only use force to coerce them into submission, one day, when this fear reaches its limit, war will break out again."

"What we need is a genuine desire for everyone to come together and find warmth, not to kneel down and submit to the power of you and me."

Madara looked into Hashirama's eyes, which were devoid of any gloom, and his brows furrowed tightly.

After a long while, he turned his head somewhat irritably and looked down at the forest below again.

"A naive idea."

Ban snorted coldly, "However... since I've agreed to your request, I'll see what kind of world this ridiculous 'mutual understanding' of yours can turn into."

Upon hearing Madara's compromise, Hashirama chuckled, his previous aura of a grandmaster instantly crumbling.

He suddenly crouched down and picked a bright green leaf from the bushes on the edge of the cliff.

An irregular hole was chewed out of the leaf by some kind of insect.

Hashirama raised the leaf and looked down through the small hole at the vibrant forest below, his eyes filled with longing.

"Ban, what do you think should be the name of our village?"

Ban glanced at the tattered leaf with disdain: "Building a village has always been your obsession. As for something as trivial as a name, you can decide that yourself."

Hashirama played with the leaf in his hand; the veins were clearly visible in the sunlight.

"A village hidden among the leaves... let's call it 'Konoha'! Konohagakure (Hidden Leaf Village)! What do you think?"

Chapter 75 The Final Test

"puff……"

Upon hearing the name, Tobirama Senju, standing behind him, couldn't help but cover his face with his hands, wearing a pained expression that said, "I knew my older brother's naming was a disaster."

Madara rolled his eyes without any mercy and coldly remarked, "What an incredibly tacky name. It's just like your taste in calling your ninjutsu 'Wood Release: Wood Man.' It has absolutely no imposing presence."

"Huh?! Is it corny? I think it sounds great, 'Where the leaves dance, the fire is ever-burning'..." Hashirama's whole demeanor darkened, and he squatted on the ground.

Watching these two ninja gods bickering like children, Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki, standing behind them, couldn't hide their smiles.

Minato gripped his wife's trembling hand tightly, his deep blue eyes reflecting the familiar yet unfamiliar forest.

Here, there is no towering Hokage Building, no rock wall engraved with the faces of the Hokage of all time, and no familiar streets or Ichiraku Ramen.

But this barren cliff, this primeval forest, is the origin of the "home" they are willing to give their lives to protect in the future.

"Minato... Konoha." Kushina bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Yes, Kushina, this is Konoha, which was won with the blood and tears of Lord Hashirama, Lord Madara, and countless predecessors." Minato's voice was filled with unwavering determination and pride.

Even though they had "died" in that time and space, and even though they could not accompany Naruto as he grew up, witnessing this great beginning firsthand, the Will of Fire in their hearts burned more intensely than ever before.

"You can name it whatever you like; it's just a code name anyway."

At the edge of the cliff, Madara looked at the dejected Hashirama and shook his head helplessly.

He raised his head, gazing intently into the distance.

"More important than the name of the village is that now that all the major clans have gathered together, we need someone who can take charge of the whole situation and is strong enough to protect this Konoha."

Madara turned his head and looked at Hashirama: "Let's call this leader 'Hokage'. As the shadow that protects the village and embodies the Will of Fire, he lies in the shadows and supports the foundation of the entire village."

"Hokage...Hokage!"

Hashirama instantly recovered, his eyes shining like two stars. "Great name! Madara, this name is fantastic! Then the position of First Hokage will be yours..."

"Cough cough!"

Tobirama Senju coughed heavily twice, interrupting his older brother's thoughtless remarks without any politeness, and glared at him fiercely.

Ban sneered, turned his head, and looked at the distant forest without responding to the question.

Standing at the back of the crowd, Uchiha Yue crossed his arms and quietly admired this scene that was worthy of being recorded in the history textbooks of the ninja world.

He did not change the core trajectory of this history.

Konoha will still be called Konoha, and the Hokage will still be the Hokage.

He merely played an insignificant role as a driving force in this turbulent era, incidentally taking away some "gifts" forgotten by the times.

"Light," the moon whispered.

"Hmm?" The girl turned her head.

"Remember this scene before you." Yue looked at the two ninja gods standing side by side on the cliff, a calm smile playing on her lips.

"This marks the end of the old era and the beginning of a new one."

The dark Warring States period ended, and the slightly brighter era of the ninja villages began.

But in any case, humanity in the ninja world has finally taken a giant leap forward.

Tsuki turned around and looked at Minato and Namikaze, whose faces were streaked with tears, her tone carrying a hint of mockery and relief.

"Alright, Fourth Hokage, wipe your tears. The village is built. Now, it's time to fulfill our promise."

Upon hearing this, Minato's expression immediately turned serious, a hint of solemnity flashing in his azure eyes, and he tightened his grip on Kushina's hand.

He knew that Uchiha Tsukuyomi never did anything meaningless.

He still didn't know what Xiaoyue wanted him to do.

half a month later.

It is located deep in a secluded canyon, dozens of miles away from Nanhechuan.

"Om-!"

Uchiha Yue stood in the center of the open space and took out a specially made scroll that sealed the power of the Loulan Dragon Vein from his pocket.

As he released the Heavenly Master from his right eye, a blinding purplish-black light shot into the sky.

In mid-air, a purple vortex several meters in diameter, radiating a violent force of spacetime distortion, slowly took shape and miraculously stabilized under the moon's protection.

"The time-space portal has been opened."

Yue felt the immense mental strain of maintaining the passage, while the Bright Seal between his brows continuously provided him with pupil power.

He turned his head to look at Minato Namikaze standing to the side, took out two black scrolls with extremely complex sealing spells from his sleeve, and handed them over.

"Minato, in this era, your Flying Thunder God Technique is the only absolute speed."

Although he could also use the Flying Thunder God Technique, this operation was ultimately risky, and it was the wisest choice to let Minato take the risk for him.

Of course, he didn't want Minato to die because of this.

Therefore, he will keep this spacetime tunnel open, waiting for the water gate to arrive.