The Uzumaki Rebellion

The Land of Whirlpools is a unique country.

It faces the Land of Lightning to the north and the Water Country to the east across the sea, a peninsula terrain surrounded by island groups on three sides.

Unlike other countries with "one country, one village," the Land of Whirlpools can be described as "one clan, one country."

The entire Land of Whirlpools has only one clan, the Uzumaki Clan, and even the Lord is from the Uzumaki Clan.

The members of the Uzumaki Clan are known for being "straightforward": honest, generous, frank, simple-minded, and easygoing—these words couldn't be more fitting for them.

Perhaps because of this, compared to the reserved and inexpressive Uchiha Clan, they had a better relationship with the Senju Clan led by Hashirama Senju.

Later, through Hashirama Senju's efforts, Uzushio Village became an ally of Konoha.

Konoha's "village symbol" even incorporates elements of the Uzumaki Clan, a symbol promising friendship between the two countries for generations.

In fact, the Land of Whirlpools has been developing quite well in recent years.

Compared to the restless Land of Wind, Land of Earth and Land of Lightning, the Water Country across the sea has been very well-behaved, so they have enjoyed peace and tranquility for forty or fifty years.

In addition, their friendly relationship with the Land of Fire has also boosted their economic and trade development.

In other words...

They have gradually become immersed in this false peaceful "golden age," completely unaware that several pairs of eyes in the shadows have been fixed on them.

Because today is the Uzumaki Clan's grand annual festival—

The "Mask Festival."

At this moment, the Land of Whirlpools is still vibrant and peaceful, the streets crowded with joyful people.

Walking along the bustling streets, one hears the shouts of vendors and the noisy sounds of play.

People are dressed in colorful costumes, wearing bizarre masks on their faces.

Whether ninja or civilians, all are immersed in joy.

"Don't miss it, folks! The latest masks just arrived at our shop!"

Two figures, one large and one small, walked down the street. Upon hearing the shouts, the girl shook the man's arm beside her.

"Daddy, Daddy! I want that mask!"

"Alright, alright, we'll buy it, buy it! Yoriko can buy whatever she wants!"

"Yay! Daddy's the best!"

Faced with his daughter's spoiled request, the man nodded helplessly, a loving smile on his face.

After taking out money from his pocket and handing it to his daughter, he watched her skip away, then turned his head to survey the prosperity before him, a hint of gratification flashing in his eyes.

In just a few decades, the Land of Whirlpools had developed and retained its unique culture, making him, as the clan head, feel very proud.

"Ah, it's all thanks to me... cough, cough!"

Just as the man was patting himself on the back in his mind, he suddenly saw a conspicuous building, his eyes widening and choking him.

"When did a casino get built here?!"

Just as he was astonished, he saw a familiar figure walking out of the casino entrance.

"Ah~ I've finally lost all my money, looks like good luck is coming next."

The young man stretched his back with a refreshed look, a very cheerful smile on his face, as if he had encountered something very happy.

"Hey, hey, hey! How is losing money linked to good luck? Wait, that phrase sounds so familiar, I remember hearing it from Lord Hashirama last time..."

The man in the distance also heard the young man's words, unable to resist a mental retort, but soon raised his eyebrows and shouted loudly: "Chinna! You bastard, you actually dare to go to a casino!"

Hearing his familiar voice, the young man named Chinna immediately stiffened, scratching his head as he turned to look at the man, a slightly embarrassed smile on his face: "Oh, isn't that Lord Uzumaki Yoake? What a coincidence!"

With that, he put his hands on his hips and said righteously: "I already had my coming-of-age ceremony yesterday, so of course I can come to the casino to play!"

"Bastard! Have you forgotten the Three Ninja Prohibitions? And aren't you supposed to be on duty today?!" The Uzumaki Clan head's face flushed with anger.

"It's such a good day today, so I'm just slacking off for a bit..." Chinna casually retorted, but seeing that he was still red-faced with anger, he quickly begged for mercy: "Alright, alright, I'll go right away, I'll go right away!"

With that, before Uzumaki Yoake could say anything, his figure disappeared from the spot.

"You..."

"Daddy, do you think my mask is cute?"

Just as Uzumaki Yoake was annoyed, he was suddenly tugged at his sleeve.

Looking down, he saw his daughter Yoriko gesturing with the bird mask on her face, and the anger in his heart immediately dissipated, propping himself up on his legs and squatting down to laugh: "Hahaha, it's beautiful, it's beautiful."

"I bought a mask for Daddy too!"

With that, Uzumaki Yoriko took out a monkey mask from behind her and put it on his face, unable to stop herself from letting out a bell-like, pleasant laugh: "Daddy, you look like a monkey!"

Yoake's face darkened instantly, feeling a bit dumbfounded.

But at this moment, he suddenly sensed a faint feeling of being watched.

Instinctively frowning and turning his head to look, he only saw the myriad aspects of life.

So vibrant and lovely, so full of fun, that he threw those traces of doubt to the back of his mind.

"Dad! Hurry up!"

"Alright, alright, I'm coming. Easy now!"

Yoake didn't notice the deep alleyway in the distance at all.

A pair of deep blue eyes watched him, filled with unfathomable depths like a pool of water.

[Achievement] Quest Triggered: [The End of the Whirlpool]
Quest Details: Witness the end of the Land of Whirlpools and participate in it.
Quest Rank: Blue
Quest Deadline: 10 Natural Days
Completion Reward: 3000 Points

"...The overwhelming tide is imminent."

A barely audible whisper echoed, until it disappeared into the dim shadows.

At the same time, at the border of the Land of Whirlpools.

The boy named Chinna Uzumaki had arrived there.

"Thanks for your hard work, it's my turn now!"

"Hahaha, then thanks for your hard work, I'll go take a stroll."

Watching his companion's figure leave, Chinna sat on the chair, feeling a little bored.

"Seriously, what's the point of guarding this place? Does anyone even dare to attack our Land of Whirlpools?" he muttered to himself. "Besides, how could any major country sneak past Konoha to attack us!"

As he spoke, he suddenly felt a jump in his heart, and a humid aura seemed to surge through his body.

Is it getting foggy?

The moment this thought formed in Chinna's mind, the moist mist became heavier and heavier, instantly spreading around him.

The next moment, only a dull sound was heard.

Puchi!

The boy's figure fell to the ground, a bloody hole in his forehead, his face filled with horror, his wide eyes reflecting two figures.

"Seriously, to think they'd have us deal with these disgusting Uzumaki, it seems the Third Hokage really has no one else to use."

One had spiky yellow hair, wore a Kirigakure Anbu mask on his face, and had slender limbs like thin bamboo poles, holding a slender, needle-like ninja tool in his hand.

Blood dripped from the tip of the ninja tool, and his arrogant voice spread through the mist-filled forest.

Kushimaru Kuriarare, one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, wielder of the longsword Needle Stitch.

"Hee hee, after all, he's getting old, so it's inevitable that he's losing his strength. We should be considerate of the elderly. Anyway, we're just the advance team."

The other had long black hair, and his vertical braid and long whiskers were also highly recognizable. His left eye was covered with a black cloth, and his teeth were sharp, giving him a cruel and vicious image.

Muri Sebashi, one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, wielder of the blastsword Splash.

Whoosh!

Behind them, the thick fog gradually began to spread, and dozens of cold eyes loomed, all staring intently at the distant capital.

Like a pack of bloodthirsty piranhas, rippling the calm surface of the water, waiting for the opportunity to tear a piece of flesh from the whale.

Let the blood stain the waters of the Land of Whirlpools, stirring up a storm of chaos in this country.