Naruto: I get stronger by drawing lots

That was the name written in blood by his closest relative, and it was placed on the young child.

The dazzling sunlight streamed down, the swords of Konoha were sheathed, a head of white hair was blown by the wind, and the ninja picked up the blond child—

"Minato Namikaze, your name is Minato Namikaze. You must live well. I'm sorry, your father is a useless man. He can't do anything, not even protect your mother."

"My God, at least! At least let our children live."

"Please bless him, bless the last hope of the Namikaze family—"

Minato Namikaze's heart skipped a beat, and he snapped his eyes open.

It was still the middle of the night, and the night wind was slightly cool, making the trees feel a little chilly.

Chakra was not attached to his body, and Minato Namikaze felt the cool night breeze.

"That voice—"

Minato Namikaze looked up at the moon, which was half-hidden by clouds, giving it a dreamlike appearance.

Minato Namikaze gripped her hand tightly, a strange feeling spreading through his body that he couldn't quite explain.

The night breeze was cool, but my body began to warm up. Under the moonlight, my blond hair stood out slightly.

"A blond kid, around twelve years old, active in the black market?"

"Hahaha, blonde hair? I really miss it."

Steam rose from the hot spring as the man soaked in it, a nostalgic expression on his face.

"It's a pity that guy died too early. Putting aside the fact that he had children, he was quite a pleasure to be around."

"What was her name again? Never mind, it starts with 'Namikaze'. She's not entirely useless, at least she managed to have two kids."

"Namikaze, oh Namikaze, hahaha, what a fine family! Not bad at all!"

The man laughed wildly as he soaked alone in the spacious hot spring. Under the moonlight, the lamplight shone red and green, while two blond children stood quietly waiting at the entrance of the hot spring.

After a long while, a man dressed in a bathrobe came out, glanced at the two blond children, and smiled slightly.

The next day, the sun rose on time, waking up everything, including Minato Namikaze, but it couldn't wake up the white-haired guy.

Minato Namikaze looked at Jiraiya, who was still sleeping in another tree, and remained silent for a moment.

Jiraiya always wanted to stay in bed a little longer in the morning, and Minato Namikaze had long been used to it. Even though he was traveling around, Jiraiya had a really good attitude. He felt at home no matter where he was. He slept soundly and ate well, which was something Minato Namikaze admired.

"Jiraiya-sensei, it's time to get up."

Minato Namikaze shouted, "He's done this a lot; it's bound to happen eventually."

"since--"

As soon as the sound of Minato Namikaze stopped, he jumped to the side.

The sound of wind breaking through the air rang out, and a series of black kunai shot over, each undoubtedly attached with an explosive tag.

boom!

"Ouch, I'll go."

The violent explosion directly affected Jiraiya, causing the trees to shake violently and knocking him down.

"Who?"

Minato Namikaze jumped to the side and looked in the direction from which the kunai had been shot.

Minato Namikaze initially thought the other party was just launching a sneak attack, but he didn't expect the other party to appear directly in front of him.

The enemy's appearance caught Minato Namikaze off guard.

Not only was it somewhat unexpected, but the enemy also had blond hair and blue eyes just like Minato Namikaze.

Having lived in Konoha for so many years, and having traveled extensively, Minato Namikaze had never seen anyone with his unique characteristics.

Minato Namikaze grew up alone from a young age and never dared to ask for anything from his family. More than ten years have passed, and this thought has long been buried deep in his heart.

Despite the turmoil in his heart, Minato Namikaze didn't show it on his face; this was a basic quality of a ninja.

Who are you?

Minato Namikaze asked the question, and Jiraiya behind him also showed a surprised expression, as if he knew something.

"Brother Minato, it's been a long time."

"elder brother."

Minato Namikaze's hands trembled involuntarily.

"I know, even though we've never met, I know we must be family."

The speaker was a girl sitting in a tree, swinging her slender, fair legs. A boy of about the same age stood beside her, expressionless.

"Successful!"

The sudden sound came from very close by, and Minato Namikaze snapped out of his daze, completely caught off guard.

A man rushed out from the side, laughing as he headed towards Minato Namikaze.

"What do you intend to do to someone else's disciple?"

The man who rushed out froze with a smile and was kicked away by Jiraiya.

"Jiraiya-sensei."

Minato Namikaze breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of apology in his eyes.

"Are you alright?"

"fine."

"I'm not talking about physical aspects."

""

Jiraiya's words silenced Minato Namikaze.

"Are you alright?" Minato Namikaze wanted to say, but at that moment, his trembling hands already betrayed his true feelings.

It was a resonance from the bloodline, which Minato Namikaze could feel very clearly.

The two children in front of me are definitely related to me by blood.

Jiraiya glanced at Minato Namikaze, then turned his gaze to the large man and two small children in front of him.

"Cough cough, that kick was really powerful. No wonder he is Jiraiya, the Mad Demon among the Three Legendary Sannin."

The man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and gave a compliment.

"father!"

The girl's voice was slightly excited. She jumped directly to the man's side, and the boy next to her followed.

"So, this happy family reunion."

"Shouldn't our Sannin make way?"

The man smiled, waved his hand, and looked at Jiraiya, who only responded coldly.

Minato Namikaze, watching from behind, was breathing heavily.

This sudden situation caught Minato Namikaze off guard, and his mind went completely blank.

Jiraiya and the man faced off for a while, after which the man also showed a bored expression.

"This is so boring. Let's go, Ying, Xiao."

The man turned around and said one last thing.

"Well, there will be plenty of opportunities to meet in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's figure disappeared into the distance, taking the two children with him.

Jiraiya turned and looked at Minato Namikaze, who was standing there silently.

With a sigh, Jiraiya said something.

"Pack your things, and let's talk as we walk. I'll tell you a story."

Jiraiya patted Minato Namikaze's head and rubbed it a few times.

Minato Namikaze's breathing was heavy, his gaze still fixed on the direction the three had disappeared into—

Chapter 109: Written Down

"The ninja world is so vast that no one knows it, not even myself, who has traveled through it for so many years."

"Having traveled for so long, always on the road, the ninja world I've seen is much larger than what others see."

In the woods, the master and apprentice sat on the ground, started a fire, and began to prepare their meal.

As Jiraiya spoke, he prepared, the intense flames dancing in his eyes.

"The ninja world that people think of is probably only that big, with the five great nations and the five great ninja villages. Perhaps many people also know about those smaller countries and villages, but even fewer know about those villages that don't even exist on a map."

“I have seen a lot, some joyful and some sorrowful, but Bofeng Village is one of the sad things I have ever seen.”

Jiraiya spoke, and Minato Namikaze listened attentively.

"Namikaze Village, like the Land of Whirlpools, is composed of people from the same clan. The people of Namikaze Village are all surnamed Namikaze. They are a famous clan of geniuses with blond hair and blue eyes. From birth, they possess talents that are better and more outstanding than ordinary people, and this is in all aspects, not just in ninjas."

"Everything was peaceful at first, and the village of Namikaze lived a life of peace and prosperity. But the Namikaze clan possessed an ability that led to its destruction."

"what?"

"Inheritance means passing on one's superior talent to the next generation. This is why the Namikaze clan has possessed exceptional talent since ancient times."

"Everyone will be jealous. As long as there is something to plunder, people will do everything they can to plunder. That's why Bofeng Village was destroyed."

After Jiraiya's story was told, Minato Namikaze felt a heavy weight in his heart.

"When I first learned about Bofeng Village, it was already a ruin. I don't know the specifics anymore."

Jiraiya glanced at Minato Namikaze:

"You are lucky. You survived. Back when Sakumo-senpai was just becoming famous, you were not taken by Konoha's sharpest blade, but were saved."

"The knife that was supposed to take your life has sheathed its sharp edge and saved you."

"What do you want now?"