You Dare Believe My Father is a Transmigrator

"Another reply like that? You're too slow. A rocket would've already flown out of the galaxy by now. Hurry up, there isn't much time left."

Yue felt a bit anxious. To this day, despite his constant practice of taijutsu, he hadn't made the slightest bit of progress.

It was now the 37th year of the Konoha era. The Second Shinobi World War had just ended, and there were only eight years left until the Third Shinobi World War.

Given his current state, he couldn't even get into the Ninja Academy, and he was due to enter in just one year.

With the war having just concluded, this current class would be able to stay for the full six years, but during wartime, students were sent out after just three—a surefire suicide squad.

The Chuunibyou God began to feign deep contemplation again, turning a deaf ear to Yue's urging.

The elderly woman holding Yue felt that the time was right and placed him down on the tatami mat.

"Yue, Grandma is going to go cook now. You look through what your parents left you yourself. Be a good boy, and don't run around."

"I know, Grandma."

Ever since Yue had gained consciousness, he had never given his grandmother any reason to worry. Every time she showed him care, Yue felt a sense of intoxication.

As an orphan in two lives, the feeling of familial affection left him deeply immersed, unable to pull himself away.

When he wasn't training, Yue would help his grandmother with whatever he could. Every time, she would worry, hovering behind him with her arms outstretched, afraid that he might get hurt. She was old, and she doted on Yue immensely.

Once his grandmother had gone to the kitchen, Yue picked up the wooden box from the floor and gave it a shake.

"So light. Doesn't look like there's anything good in here."

He leaned his head in, examining it closely.

"Why does this box feel so familiar?"

He stared at it for a long time, but Yue couldn't make heads or tails of it.

With a hint of anticipation, he slowly opened the wooden box to find a photo album inside.

Yue's hands trembled as he took the album out and began to look through it carefully.

"Is this my old man?

And this outfit, why does it look so familiar too?"

He skipped past his father and looked closely at his mother.

"As expected of the mother of this protagonist, she's beautiful. No wonder she gave birth to such a handsome guy like me."

At this moment, Yue was a quintessential cute kid. His delicate, childlike skin made him a toy for every auntie on the street whenever he went out; they couldn't resist reaching out to pinch his cheeks.

He set the album down and looked inside again. Seeing a booklet, Yue was ecstatic. If it weren't for his years of training having strengthened his willpower, he would have jumped up right then and there.

However, the characters written on the booklet left him dumbfounded.

"Holy crap, what the hell, Chinese characters!!!"

One had to remember that this was Naruto, where everything was in Japanese. The sudden appearance of Chinese characters left Yue stunned and creeped out.

"My dad was actually a transmigrator? Then why did he need me to come here?"

Yue, whose brain had short-circuited, only regained his senses after staring at the words on the booklet.

Compared to all that, the ability to cultivate was far more meaningful.

God-Slaying Art

That's right, the booklet was titled God-Slaying Art. Yue hurriedly flipped it open to read.

He discovered that this God-Slaying Art was not what he had imagined. He had originally thought it would be mere bronze-tier in this world, but he hadn't expected it to be an absolute trump card.

The God-Slaying Art could temper the spirit. Once one reached the introductory level, they could lock onto enemies with their intent, attaching spiritual power to throwing knives so that where the heart went, the hand followed.

At the intermediate stage, one could use intent to distract enemies, making it even easier to kill them.

At the advanced stage, one could launch attacks using their own intent, causing the enemy to hallucinate—similar to sword intent—and these attacks could even carry elemental properties.

Based on this alone, Yue could keep cultivating it. Although it would be very weak against the Otsutsuki clan in the later stages—after all, this God-Slaying Art felt like a foundational text with a limited ceiling—the ability to enhance his spirit alone would significantly boost his ninjutsu talent, chakra reserves, and chakra control.

But then, seeing his own frail body, he sank back into silence.

"With a body like this, my ceiling is very low. Sigh!"

Discovering there was still something in the box, Yue became curious. The box wasn't large to begin with; what else could be inside?

He picked up the box and gave it a shake. A piece of paper fell out. Yue shook it again and found nothing else, so he set the box aside properly.

He picked up the paper and read it carefully. This time it was in Japanese, which actually disappointed him a little, but he froze the moment he saw the content.

Marriage Contract

I, Senju Hashirama, have recently made an agreement with Shangguan Hong: upon the birth of Shangguan Hong's child, If it is a boy, he shall be betrothed to Senju Tsunade;

If it is a girl, she shall be betrothed to Senju Nawaki.

Year [Redacted], Month [Redacted]

It was even stamped with the seal belonging only to the head of the Senju clan.

"Holy crap, oh my goodness, is my old man setting me up with a wealthy, beautiful woman just so I can ride her coattails?"

Thinking of the other party as Tsunade Senju, he couldn't help but feel fortunate that he was born a man.

But the moment he realized Tsunade was already in her twenties and a Jonin, he figured she would likely look down on him; besides, in the original story, she had her first love at this time, the now-deceased Dan Katō.

"Sigh! The revolution has yet to succeed; this comrade still needs to work harder."

When Yue used to binge-watch Naruto videos, he had always been fond of Tsunade. If he could actually marry her, it would be the fulfillment of his past fantasies.

Coming back to his senses, he looked at the box and the clothes his father was wearing in the photograph.

"No wonder it looked so familiar; it's distinctly Chinese-style. This must be Hanfu. I should get myself one later."

"By the way, Chuunibyou God, how much longer until you're fixed? Can you give me a sign?"

This time, it didn't play the coward.

"One week at the latest."

After saying that, it went silent again.

Yue certainly wouldn't believe it just like that; after all, it had a track record.

Shaking his head, he began to study the training method for the Little Li Flying Dagger. Following the steps, he assumed the lotus position and silently recited the incantation.

Slowly, Yue felt his mind clear, and he could tangibly sense his spirit gradually strengthening, as his mental state was still quite weak at the moment.

It wasn't until Grandma woke him up that he stopped his training, immediately feeling famished as his stomach let out a loud rumble.

Arriving at the dining table, he said, "I'm digging in."

He picked up a piece of fish from the table and popped it into his mouth. Over the years, this was the one thing Yue had mastered best: eating fish.

He had finally learned the technique of tossing fish meat into his mouth and spitting out the bones shortly after.

Meanwhile, at the Senju Mansion, Tsunade was chatting with Mito Uzumaki and Kushina Uzumaki.

"Grandma, when exactly is my fiancé coming to marry me?"

Back when Hashirama Senju and Hong Shangguan first met, despite the age gap, Hashirama was a child at heart and a dreamer.

The two hit it off quickly, and after a few drinks, Hashirama insisted on dragging Hong Shangguan into a gamble.

Unsurprisingly, inheriting the same gambling luck, Hong Shangguan won everything, and in the end, having nothing left to lose, Hashirama even bet away Tsunade.

With this gambling debt established, and the terms written down, Hashirama had even gone out into the streets to recite it several times.

It had reached the point where the Senju side couldn't back out even if they wanted to; they could only wait for Shangguan Yue to show up.

Tsunade had known since she was very young that she had a fiancé, and though she had no interest in romance right now and was reluctant, it was a promise made by her grandfather, so she had no choice but to hold her nose and accept it.