Witnessing History!

"How laughable..."

A hoarse voice echoed in Mito's mind, filled with unimaginable hatred and resentment.

"Hahahahaha!! How many more must die before it's enough?"

"In just a few decades, how many of the strongest Senju of the Forest are still alive? Now it's the Uzumaki Clan's turn!"

"Hashirama Senju! Mito Uzumaki!! You couldn't protect the people you wanted to protect at all!! How laughable! How pathetic!!!"

"Hahahahahahahahaha!!!!!"

Inside Mito, the Nine-Tails, only able to move its head under layers of seals, cackled wildly.

"Hate..."

Thick darkness flowed from its scarlet eyes, the Nine-Tails' voice full of temptation.

"Release your anger!"

"Take revenge on the ninja world, make everyone pay the price! With my power, you can do it!"

"No one can stop you!!"

"There is still someone..."

Mito said slowly, looking up at the Hashirama Face Rock outside the window.

"Releasing you will only bring more hatred and destroy everything he has built."

"I can endure... with the strength he gave me..."

The only thing that could conquer hate was love.

Mito tried hard to calm herself, but...

But...

It was still so sad...

Drip--

A crystal drop fell.

--

Drip--

Tears landed on the Uzumaki symbol on her shoulder.

The ninja carrying the girl sped through the dense forest, turning his head and speaking gently, "Don't be afraid, Konoha is just ahead. You'll be safe once we get there!"

"Konoha..."

The red-haired girl's eyes were moist, and she bit her lip to keep from crying, her voice like the mournful cry of a young beast:

"Uzushio... Is Uzushio Village gone?"

The Konoha ninja didn't know how to answer and could only lower his head and continue running.

Behind them, a large group of ninja pursued, their headbands identifying them as ninja from Kumogakure and Kirigakure.

"Stop! Hand over the person from the Uzumaki Clan!!"

A flash of lightning illuminated the sky, and the Kumogakure ninja flickered through the forest, rapidly closing the distance by dozens of meters.

Not far from Konoha, it seemed they couldn't take this pure-blooded Uzumaki brat with them...

Then kill her!

If we can't have her, Konoha can't have her either!

The Kumogakure ninja closed in faster, raising his long sword.

Sensing the killing intent, the Konoha ninja immediately turned and shot out several kunai, simultaneously dropping Kushina Uzumaki.

"Run forward! Absolutely do not stop!!"

Kushina had experienced such things, such words, too many times on this journey.

Dozens of Konoha ninja had already died protecting her.

This was the last one...

I...

Kushina pushed herself up, leaning on her knees, enduring the bleeding wound, suppressing all sadness and pain.

I must live!

I absolutely cannot die!!

The girl stumbled onward, her once clean face covered in dirt and blood.

Blurred vision and a weary spirit caused her to miss the gust of wind that brushed past.

Shing!!

The Kumogakure blade pierced the Konoha ninja's shoulder, forcing a pained grunt from his lips.

"It's over."

A voice drifted over; the Kirigakure ninja had circled behind him at some point, his dripping short blade thrusting straight toward the heart.

Silent Killing Technique!

The next moment—

Vivid.

Beneath the bright moon of this night, a thick, blood-red flower bloomed.

Drip... drip...

The falling rain of blood splattered onto the faces of the pursuing ninjas, causing them to freeze in their tracks.

All eyes were fixed on the youth who had suddenly appeared.

Kaminazuki stood in the center of the forest path, his fist still held in a striking posture, a speck of blood clinging to his knuckles.

"Ha... sorry, I didn't quite control my strength."

The youth tilted his head with a faint smile, his eyes glowing with a scarlet light in the moonlight, a single tomoe slowly rotating within his pupils.

"Uchiha..."

One man's voice trembled slightly.

"It's just a single tomoe, what are you panicking about!"

The lead Kumogakure ninja sneered, drawing another blade from his waist to wield dual swords.

"Don't get so smug just for killing a weakling from Kirigakure! Brat!"

"Move!"

"Kill him and that girl, then retreat immediately!"

The Kumogakure ninja transformed into a bolt of blue lightning, lunging forward with arms spread wide, his two blades like giant shears aimed at severing Kaminazuki's head.

Lightning Style: Thunder Severing Twin Blade Slash!!

Only when the lightning was upon him did Kaminazuki finally move.

Clang--!!

Clang--!!

The Kumogakure ninja's eyes widened, unable to believe what was happening before him.

His custom-made ninja blade had actually been snapped by bare hands!!

Given his wide-open stance, a single punch to the chest should have ended the fight.

However...

He had just wasted one test subject, so he needed to be a bit more frugal.

Kaminazuki pressed his fingers against the Kumogakure ninja's chest, his lips parting slightly: "Fire."

Whoosh!!

A ball of intense flame ignited suddenly on the man's chest, his eyes widening further in shock.

What is going on!

He hadn't seen this guy weave a single hand seal; how did he use Fire Style!

Could it be that he is so proficient he can cast without seals?!

With no time to think, the Kumogakure ninja immediately pulled back, tearing off his burning jacket.

Heh, a Fire Style of this power is also...

He wanted to throw out a taunt, but saw the brat standing in place, lost in thought, completely ignoring the enemies present...

Too arrogant... it's always like this, those detestable Uchiha!!

The grudge between Kumogakure and the Uchiha could be traced all the way back to the Warring States period.

Chakra in the human body is inherently chaotic and disordered energy.

The key to hand seals in ninjutsu is to guide the chakra's flow through hand gestures, shaping it into the desired form.

This is a process, essentially the operating program for ninjutsu.

Hand seals mobilize one's own chakra; Kaminazuki cannot use this program.

The technique he used on Kakuzu at the time was merely to release all the chakra within Earth Grudge Fear using his Sharingan's pupil power, then guide its direction with the blade.

At that moment, he unconsciously uttered the technique's name, vaguely feeling that his chakra flow stabilized a bit after the words left his mouth.

When he used the Hizuki Style taijutsu series before, calling out the name seemed to provide a slight boost as well.

He always felt something was missing if he didn't shout it out. Perhaps that's why Might Guy shouts it out; it's genuinely useful.

So, The key lies in...

Command!

In ancient times, ninjutsu didn't exist at all. The Sage of Six Paths and others could use chakra however they pleased; it was a matter of a single thought.

But after he dispersed chakra to the world, people were simply incapable of doing so.

It was precisely to enable the world to use chakra that the exceptionally talented Indra created hand seals, something he himself didn't really need.

Therefore... theoretically, hand seals are not a necessary step for using chakra.

What's important is a clear will to guide the chakra's flow; hand seals are merely a step to strengthen that will.

This is why the more powerful a ninja is, the more hand seal steps they can omit.

Pure will is insufficient for precise chakra control, but humans are naturally endowed with an ability to solidify intangible will.

Language.

The power of language is immense; encouragement from others, or self-encouragement, can push oneself in a better direction.

Similarly, malicious language is a sharp weapon that can wound others, even destroy a person's will and lead them to their death.

The ninja world can do even more...

The Sage of Six Paths must have considered this, creating the Six Paths Tools that could harvest the Spirit of Words.

The Sword of Nunoboko conjured by Obito when he transformed into the Ten-Tails Jinchuriki further confirmed the possibility of belief manifesting...

Kaminazuki pondered and sensed, while fending off the surrounding attackers.

None of them were weak; they were at least Chunin level, with two of them being Jonin.

His resilient body was cut by blades, accumulating more and more wounds, his blood soaking through.

However, his eyes grew brighter and brighter, and he softly chanted something, flames seeming to dance like sprites on his body.

"Father! Aren't we going to help Kaminazuki yet!!" Fugaku asked anxiously from not far away.

Of course, Kaminazuki hadn't managed to shake off the Police Force; they had arrived long ago.

It was Kaminazuki who had gestured for them not to intervene.

The clan head held back Fugaku, who couldn't resist rushing out, his eyes swirling with three tomoe.

"Don't interfere with him. We might..."

"Be witnessing history!!"