Bloodline Theory? Just Trash

With a strength stat of "8," combined with the Dark Chakra Jutsu and the Body Activation Technique, Mingren had gained the initial ability to protect himself.

He no longer needed to fear ordinary opponents.

But Mingren knew it.

There were too many experts in this Ninja World.

One careless mistake could truly get him killed.

Great power also required control to match it.

"What do you plan to do next?" Shennong asked.

Aboveground, wind and rain raged.

Beneath the bleak skies of the Land of Rain, the ceaseless rainfall made it seem as though the nation itself was weeping.

"Train, adapt to this power, and find a way to keep getting stronger... First, drive out the invaders from Iwagakure, Konoha, and Sunagakure. Then... change this country, and finally change this world! Overthrow all Bloodline Theory!"

Regarding Hanzo's eye color

In the official black-and-white manga, Hanzo's eyes were not an ordinary color.

In the official colored manga,

their color was made explicit.

This book adopted the official manga's setting for Hanzo's eye color.

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The TV anime's butchered adaptation was not used.

Because it ruined his prestige.

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The pictures are below...

The color of Hanzo's eyes when Nagato recalled Yahiko's death.

Thanks to all the big shots for your support

As the title said.

Thank you all for the donations, blades, monthly tickets, recommendation tickets...

I could see them all in the backend.

Thank you for supporting this new book!

Demigod · Hanzo of the Salamander

"Chidori!!!"

Crackle, crackle, crackle...!

The sound of chirping birds rang out alongside dazzling flashes of lightning.

Kakashi used the A-rank Lightning Release Jutsu he had invented, finally breaking through the barrier Shennong had set.

When he rushed deep into the left passageway, all he found... were three gruesomely mangled corpses.

Kakashi froze for a moment.

The forehead protector covering one eye had already been pushed up, revealing the scar that ran through his eye socket, as well as the eerie, scarlet Three-Tomoe eye within.

Though the passageway was dark, he could still see everything clearly.

Makoto, the youngest, had had his neck crushed. His eyes were wide open, and terror was written across his face.

Shikahide Nara's corpse slumped against the wall. There was a huge hole in the wall behind him, with blood flowing from it. The bones in his hands had been pulverized, and his skull had been smashed apart by brute force...

Tetsuya Senju had suffered the worst fate.

His body was curled up, burned into a charred corpse. The air was still filled with a terrible stench of scorched flesh...

At the sight of this,

Kakashi's body began trembling uncontrollably.

"Kakashi!"

Pakkun glanced at him, knowing that Kakashi had once again recalled the past...

The deaths of Obito Uchiha last year and Nohara Rin not long ago.

"I'm fine..."

Kakashi gasped heavily, beads of sweat the size of soybeans forming on his forehead.

Then, he took out a Scroll and skillfully used Sealing Jutsu to store the bodies within it.

His mechanical movements made Pakkun frown repeatedly. "Sigh! Kakashi's inner problems are getting worse... When will this war ever end?"

Half a day later.

Whoosh...!

Wind and rain swayed wildly.

Rain poured down from the sky, seeming to rush backward in torrents.

The steel capital built upon the sea was filled with a punk-like atmosphere.

This was Amegakure.

It was also Asuka's home.

Escorted by her companions, she crossed the bridges floating on the sea and stepped directly into the steel Shinobi village.

A murderous air brewed within Amegakure.

At the same time, an unavoidable sense of decay had emerged.

The Third Shinobi World War had already lasted a full five years since it began.

Five years of war had been enough to drastically reduce the number of shinobi in every village.

Especially in Amegakure, in the Land of Rain, trapped between the three great nations.

Large numbers of shinobi had died.

Casualties occurred every day.

As the village steadily declined, coupled with the deaths of his son and daughter-in-law, and the passing of countless familiar subordinates...

The fire in Hanzo of the Salamander's heart was slowly going out.

After such prolonged warfare,

even the great nations could barely endure it, let alone Amegakure.

The war, already in its final stages, had fallen into a stalemate.

Large-scale battles had basically ceased to occur.

Small- and medium-scale probing attacks and invasions had become the primary methods of this stage of attritional competition.

The operation targeting Hanzo's Granddaughter had arisen from this as well.

"Young Lady..."

"Asuka Young Lady..."

Seeing Asuka return safely, a glimmer of light appeared on every face.

In this dark age,

the beautiful, untainted girl had become a comfort in Many People's hearts.

Protecting Lord Hanzo's Granddaughter was a conviction held by Many People.

Because...

It was not merely her beauty. Her existence also represented Amegakure's future.

With poison sacs implanted in her body since childhood, she had already surrendered part of her right to live as a person for the sake of the village.

Throughout her life, aside from battle, she could not remove the special Poison Gas-filtering respirator most of the time. Like a cage, it tightly restricted her freedom.

Her life would be devoted to Amegakure.

She nodded slightly as she gazed at the familiar faces.

Asuka crossed the square and entered the tallest building at its center.

She proceeded up the stairs, passing through layer after layer of checkpoints.

Finally,

in the top-floor office, she saw the figure behind the curtain.

The curtain was drawn aside, revealing the man seated cross-legged within.

He had a pair of scarlet eyes with black sclera.

He wore a face mask and a special respirator.

Platinum-blond hair fell behind his head.

This imposing middle-aged man was somewhat older than Konoha's Third Hokage Hiruzen Sarutobi.

He was a legendary figure who had lived through the era of the God of Shinobi, Hashirama Senju.

He was... Hanzo of the Salamander, known as the "Demigod," the hero and guardian deity of Amegakure.

"Grandfather."

Asuka bowed respectfully.

She then reported everything she had encountered along the way.

As he watched his granddaughter, a rare tenderness flickered in Hanzo's eyes.

After the deaths of his son and daughter-in-law, his granddaughter had become his sole source of solace.

If anything happened to her as well, he truly did not know what he would do.

But since she was a shinobi, she had to face life-and-death battles and grow through them.

There was no way around it.

Even Nawaki Senju, the grandson of the God of Shinobi Hashirama Senju, had died on the battlefield.

His Hanzo's Granddaughter was no exception.

The missions she had to carry out were treated no differently from those assigned to his subordinates.

When he heard that his granddaughter had entered danger, he held his breath.

When he heard that three subordinates had sacrificed themselves to protect her and stay behind as a rearguard, he could not help but sigh inwardly.

"Then how did you escape that danger?"

Hanzo asked.

After fighting bitterly for days, losing her weapon, exhausting her strength, and being pursued by enemies,

how had she managed to escape?

"Someone helped me... He was a very special person."

Asuka seriously recounted everything she had seen and heard.

"And... he said he would not join 'Akatsuki'..."

After saying that, Asuka looked up at her grandfather's expression.