Naruto: I get stronger by drawing lots

It seems like it was still using the full power of the sand and gravel needle before.

"Earth Release: Rising Dragon Technique".

Tsukiki focused his attention on the sand needles, while Onoshi on the other side formed a hand seal and released a ninjutsu.

After completing the hand seals, Yue Shu immediately sensed the unusual movement beneath her feet.

Without hesitation, Yue Shu jumped away.

"Wind Release: Double Cross Slash".

With Yue Shu Teng suspended in mid-air, she had absolutely no way to dodge.

With a swift swing of the Kusanagi sword, Tsukiju chose to meet the attack head-on.

The cross-shaped slash was split open by Tsukiki, but the cost was that the injury to Tsukiki's right hand, which was holding the sword, was aggravated.

"I've already said it."

Just as Tsukiki was about to breathe a sigh of relief, his Sharingan clearly saw a different situation.

The sand needles chuckled, concealing another strike hidden behind the first.

"It's a multi-cross slash."

Pfft!

A cross-shaped wound was imprinted directly on Yue Shu's chest, and a spurt of blood immediately gushed out.

"It's not over yet."

Before Yue Shu could recover from spitting out a mouthful of blood, a shadow fell over her head.

Looking up with wide eyes, Yue Shu still couldn't see anything.

Snapped.

All that met his eyes was darkness, and then Yue Shu's mind was suddenly seized.

The feeling of gravity crept into my heart, and a sense of falling accompanied Yue Shu.

With a thud, Tsukiki was slammed to the ground by Onoshi, landing headfirst!

The strength vanished, and Yue Shu's consciousness also slipped away by about 80%.

For every time traveler, once you've traveled to that world and become its sole being, then excessive arrogance is inevitable.

Tsukiki isn't the self-centered type, but she inevitably has her share of emotions.

Although there wasn't much arrogance, for someone to become the world's only time traveler, knowing the future and possessing a cheat-like ability that allows for rapid growth, was quite an achievement.

So no matter who it is, you might feel a sense of arrogance.

They thought they were above everyone else, that they were gods of this world, and that they were the only players, while everyone else was just a character in the game.

Yue Shu had a few thoughts, but not many. At this moment, his emotions were completely shattered.

My vision was blurry, and all I could hear was silence.

He felt damp and warm all over, and even though Yue Shu's head was spinning, he knew—

Blood!

Full of blood!

Facing two rogue ninjas who were close to or even worthy of being called Kage-level, Tsukiki could only hold out for a short while even after using all his trump cards.

"Not bad."

--Who is it?

Tsukiki was panting.

"You brat from Konoha, whether you live or die depends on your own fate."

--Who is it?

Yue Shu lay on the ground, face down, too weak to lift her head.

"Aren't you going to kill him?"

"What a vulgar approach."

"Haha, it's you after all, Ono-senpai."

"Hmph, they're gone."

The sounds of conversation slowly echoed in my ears.

"Let's see what Kuroba is up to."

"This is going to be interesting."

My consciousness was slowly fading, and the sounds around me were gradually weakening.

The world slowly darkened, and in the next moment, a black curtain fell over the world in Yue Shu's eyes.

"You brat from Konoha, whether you live or die depends on your own fate."

A familiar voice echoed in my ears, magnetic and steady, and you could tell from the voice that the owner was a composed adult.

"what!"

Tsukiki suddenly woke up.

A dazzling white light entered my vision, and for a moment I could not see anything.

As the light slowly faded, the moon tree saw the wood.

He was in a room with wooden decor, and he was sitting on the bed.

"here it is?"

Yue Shu looked at her hands, which were wrapped in conspicuous bandages, with some bright red stains seeping through them.

--I

Tsukiki gripped her hands tightly.

The previous scene resurfaced in his mind.

They were powerless to help, and the whole team was in a difficult situation.

"Are you awake?"

Just as Yue Shu was filled with distracting thoughts, a voice came from the side.

A very familiar voice.

Looking over, Tsukiki saw Jiraiya.

He was leaning against the door, his whole body still as it always was, unlike Yue Shu who was in such a disheveled state.

But that makes sense. How could someone known as one of the Three Legendary Sannin be so easily injured or even seriously wounded?

"them."

The moon tree bowed its head.

"Is everything alright?"

The moon tree bowed its head.

I failed to protect them; not a single one survived!

"Don't worry."

Jiraiya appeared beside Tsukiki without anyone noticing and delivered a karate chop to Tsukiki's head.

"You and Minato are the most seriously injured. Kushina and Mikoto are fine, just minor injuries."

"Men shouldn't be so dejected. Kushina and Mikoto were able to avoid serious injury, and Minato is still alive."

"This is all thanks to you."

Jiraiya began to speak slowly, and Tsukiki looked up at him.

"Wind Blade Sand Needle, and Earth Dragon Little Stone. These two are both Kage-level opponents, although not many people know about them."

"So, thank you for delaying them for so long."

Jiraiya patted Tsukiki's head.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I'm late."

Jiraiya's voice was unexpectedly gentle.

Yue Shu gritted her teeth, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

A sense of resentment welled up inside her, and she gripped the blanket tightly.

The sunlight outside was just right, shining on the master and apprentice as if a layer of clothing had been placed over them.

Yue Shu will never forget this feeling, whether it's the resentment or the warmth.

Every step of a person's growth requires the impetus of emotions. It is these emotions that drive people to keep moving forward and climbing higher.

Tsukishiki doesn't want to predict the future, nor does he treat everyone here as a game character; this is the most real world he exists in.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Hero's Water?

"Let go!"

The girl's voice echoed in my mind, but I couldn't see anything.

The owner of that voice couldn't be seen at all.

Minato Namikaze was panting, feeling the strain on his heart.

It was as if a lead weight had been placed on his heart; the excessive weight made it difficult for Minato Namikaze to even breathe.

Minato Namikaze realized that his eyes seemed to have shut down his ears.

Suddenly opening his eyes, Minato Namikaze was met with an unfamiliar ceiling.

The wooden ceiling had a warm hue, but Minato Namikaze couldn't calm down.

Not long ago, he was easily defeated, and the people he was supposed to protect were taken away by those who stepped over him.