Naruto Bloodline Theory? Nothing But Trash

Ryu was feeling a little full of himself at the moment.

He looked over the scene and quickly assumed that Shennong had dealt with the Hyuga Clan guy and that Senju Clan member.

After all, Shennong was tall and brawny, nearly two meters in height...

As for the little brother over there, his clothes were tattered. Facing ninjas from a major ninja village must have been quite difficult for him...

Asuka also glanced over the scene.

The hole in Hokage Tsuchi's chest, as well as Shinya Senju's torn-off arm and crushed skull.

Their deaths could not help but remind her of the first time she had met Amakawa Mingren.

But where was the third Konoha ninja?

Staring at the scroll in Shennong's hand, she understood what had happened.

Shennong was completely unharmed, and even his clothes had not been rumpled. Clearly, he had not acted.

It was him...

Asuka confirmed it in her heart.

Amakawa Mingren had killed those two.

Even the Transparent Release Bloodline Limit user and the Hyuga Clan member had died at his hands.

Asuka could not help growing even more curious about Mingren.

"Seal!"

As the Sealing Jutsu was performed, white mist rose from the corpses, and they were sealed away into the scroll.

Only Shinya Senju's lonely corpse remained on the ground.

The Senju Clan had already declined.

Shennong could not be bothered with it.

The weak did not even qualify to be sold for money.

"Meeting again..."

Asuka's cool voice came through her special Breathing Apparatus.

It was slightly hoarse, filled with mystery.

Combined with her jet-black waterfall of long hair, black sclera, and scarlet pupils.

She possessed an innate sense of lofty oppression and beauty.

Yet the expression in her eyes and the tone of her voice.

Also suggested that there must be some gentleness and peace within her heart.

"..."

Mingren gave a slight nod in greeting.

Neither of them said much.

This interaction made the curve at the Corner of the Mouth of Shennong's lips rise even further.

To outsiders.

The two of them seemed like blocks of ice.

More like strangers.

Perhaps only they themselves knew what it meant.

"We met before at the inn. To be honest, I also hate those people from the Akatsuki Organization... May I ask how I should address you?"

Ryu took the initiative to strike up a conversation.

He had seen Shennong, Mingren, and Yahiko's group interacting earlier.

Seeing Shennong defeat two Konoha ninjas so easily.

Ryu began trying to recruit the two of them.

What he did not know was that.

Mingren had met Asuka several days ago.

"Someone is coming."

Asuka suddenly glanced nearby, interrupting their conversation.

"It's Kakashi Hatake of the Sharingan. He seems to have noticed this place."

The pouring Rainwater had rendered Olfactory Detection useless.

Kakashi could only rely on traces and clues, using his Naked Eye to investigate.

But Asuka, who possessed Chakra Perception, could sense Kakashi's arrival from afar through precise control.

"Then let's go."

Mingren left without error.

It was not because he feared Kakashi Hatake, but because he wanted the plot to proceed normally, so that he could eventually face Naruto Uzumaki, defeat him, and thoroughly shatter Bloodline Theory.

Kakashi Hatake was an indispensable presence in Naruto Uzumaki's growth.

Not going to say a few more words to her?

Shennong thought about it.

Hanzo's Granddaughter Asuka was naturally beautiful.

Combined with her background, theoretically, she must have been surrounded by a group of simps since childhood.

She had probably seen plenty of people who groveled before her.

So his disciple, whose gaze toward her was so ordinary and calm, could easily pique her interest?

Mingren turned around expressionlessly. "Goodbye."

Asuka nodded. "Goodbye."

The two sides parted in the curtain of rain.

Asuka watched that departing figure, then turned and began walking away as well.

It seemed that if she wanted to thank him for saving her life last time, she would have to wait until they met again...

Not long afterward...

Kakashi arrived late.

The rooftop was a mess from the battle.

He stared blankly at Shinya Senju's corpse.

A trace of pain flashed through his eyes.

"I... was one step too late again..."

The Future of the Land of Rain Amid Storms

At the same time.

On the storm-tossed Inland Sea.

Outside Amegakure, which stood upon the sea.

A test between Kage-level experts came to an end.

Hanzo stood expressionlessly atop the head of his Summoned Beast, Salamander Ibuse, like a frozen statue.

He looked down at Shimura Danzō, Minato Namikaze, and the many Konoha ninjas ten meters away.

Just as he had once gazed upon the Sneak Attack squad formed by Tsunade, Jiraiya, Orochimaru, and the others during the Second Shinobi World War.

The combination of Flying Thunder God and Wind Release faced the Guardian of Amegakure, known as the Demigod and skilled in poison, the Body Flicker Technique, and Water Style.

After a round of fighting.

Both sides temporarily ceased hostilities.

"As expected of the Demigod..."

Shimura Danzō narrowed his eyes, looking somewhat disheveled.

Although he was not injured, his posture alone established that Konoha was the passive side.

Standing beside him, Minato Namikaze, the Yellow Flash who had risen to fame during the Third Shinobi World War, also wore a surprised expression.

This was his first time fighting an expert like Hanzo.

The other man's basic ninja qualities were exceptionally solid, as unyielding as an iron plate.

Even relying on Flying Thunder God, he had been unable to launch a successful Sneak Attack.

However...

He was not completely without flaws.

At the very least, Minato Namikaze had already sensed that the Demigod's heart had begun to waver.

And when a person's resolve began to falter, that was the moment he grew weaker.

So what had caused the decline of Hanzo's resolve?

Minato Namikaze knew very well.

"..."

Hanzo of the Salamander silently surveyed the land.

Both sides had left behind multiple corpses.

That made him understand once again.

War... brought nothing but death.

Only endless pain awaited everyone.

The Land of Rain was utterly incapable of comparing with the Five Great Nations in national strength.

The scale of its ninja village, its resources, its talent, and even its number of ninjas were all beyond comparison.

Years of war had left Amegakure swaying in the violent wind, liable to be extinguished at any moment.

Recuperation and rebuilding simply did not exist upon the land of the Land of Rain.

Even if the great war ended.

That would only mean the wars of the Five Great Nations had ended.

Various acts of plunder and small-scale incursions would still play out across the land of the Land of Rain.

In other words.

Hanzo had never known what peace was, from childhood to adulthood.

It was precisely because of the prolonged warfare that the Land of Rain had suffered grievous harm and grown weaker by the day.

The hope that had dwelled in his heart when he was young seemed to have been worn away bit by bit by cruel reality.

Even with the poison sac of an Ibuse implanted within his body.

Amegakure had produced only one strong expert: himself.

And there was also the divided military organization within the Land of Rain... Akatsuki.

Furthermore, what Hanzo worried about most now was his granddaughter's safety.

Asuka... how was she doing?

"By now... she should have been captured."

Danzō narrowed his eyes.