Yaoyu and Yakumi's Dojutsu
Upon hearing this, Yakumi, unusually, chimed in, his tone tinged with undisguised relief. "That's right! If it weren't for Young Master Natsu leading us away from that twisted world, the Uchiha Clan would probably be wiped out by now..."
Natsu listened, remained silent for a moment, then waved her hand. "Never mind, since we're back, even though it's not our own Ninja World, it's still our hometown. Let's go see Konoha first."
Yaoyu's eyes lit up, and he gripped the hilt of his knife, taking half a step forward. "Young Master Natsu! We'd better prepare a nice gift for those bastards in Konoha!"
"That's right!" Yakumi immediately chimed in, "Even if it's not our Ninja World, we've already come all this way, we can't leave empty-handed, can we?"
Seeing the hatred surging in their eyes, Natsu, a faint, wicked smile curled at the corner of her lips, "Tsk, you two, all you ever think about is causing trouble for me."
Yakumi paused for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Young Master Natsu, you don't object?"
"Why should I object?" Natsu raised an eyebrow, straightened up, brushed the grass clippings off her robe, and said with a casual, playful tone, "Perfect, let's prepare a grand gift for them. How about assassinating the Daimyo of the Land of Fire? Or—"
He turned his head to look at the Yaoyu and Yakumi, "You're going to give them a fireworks display?"
Yaoyu's lips slowly curved into a smile, a smile tinged with the excitement of something long suppressed and finally allowed to be released, "Given the size of Konoha, setting off such a large firework is no small undertaking."
Natsu knew what he was planning.
Mangekyo Sharingan of Dōjutsu involving Yaoyu and Yakumi — Kanayama-hiko and Kanayama-hime.
One is the god of mines, who controls the earth and mountains and can draw power from the earth's veins to nourish himself;
One is the god of metal, who can control all metals in the world, condensing, twisting, and reshaping them.
What's even more troublesome is their shared ability in their right eye— the Red Leaf Hunt.
The two, who are of one mind, can share each other's Dōjutsu through the Red Leaf Hunt, and at the same time, combine and unleash their combined power.
With the blessing of Momiji -Red Leaf Hunt, these twin brothers are capable of causing landslides and earthquakes, and even dragging meteorites from outer space—larger, heavier, and more unreasonable than Madara Uchiha's Tengai Shinsei.
"Tsk, but speaking of which," Yakumi scratched his head, his tone suddenly taking on a hint of embarrassment.
"Young Master Natsu, wouldn't it be too easy for those two bastards, Hiruzen Sarutobi and Shimura Danzō, to die so easily?"
Natsu rolled her eyes and strode towards Konoha: "Alright, let's go check out Konoha first. Perfect, I'm still a little curious about that ' God of Shinobi '."
The Yakumi immediately followed, his tone filled with barely suppressed excitement. "The God of Shinobi? Pshaw, compared to you, Young Master Natsu, even the Sage of Six Paths is nothing!"
Natsu didn't reply, but simply raised her hand and waved it casually behind her.
Three figures silently swept through the dense forest, speeding towards Konoha.
The Yaoyu and the Yakumi followed behind; one was already calculating the best detonation point for the fireworks in his mind, while the other was still figuring out how to make Danzo die a little slower.
As Natsu walked ahead, gazing at the outline of the forest hidden in the morning mist in the distance, the smile on her lips had not yet faded.
Konoha —no matter which world's Konoha, he has a score to settle with them.
To Natsu, Konoha's Sensory Barrier was like a fishing net with a hole in it. Without even looking for the flaw, the three of them strolled past the sentry at the main gate as if taking a leisurely walk.
The two Chunin guarding the gate Chunin leaning against the watchtower, chatting idly about whether the cafeteria would serve Anko rice or grilled fish tonight.
A very faint breeze swept past them. One of them rubbed his nose and muttered, "Why does it suddenly feel a bit chilly?" The other yawned and said he was overthinking it.
They will probably never know that just now, three Uchiha clansmen who should have been stopped outside by the village's highest-level security system passed right through the gap between them.
This kind of infiltration required no discussion from Natsu and the other two.
As was his habit, Yaoyu scanned the surrounding sentry positions with his Observation Haki the moment he landed, then raised an eyebrow slightly—twelve sentries, distributed in three directions: tree trunks, eaves, and water towers, theoretically providing cross-field coverage with no blind spots.
But theories are static, but people are dynamic; all the sentries faced outwards from the village.
Konoha had only been established for a few months, and their biggest potential enemy was the remnants of Sengoku's Sengoku, still alive under Hashirama Senju's command. No one had ever taught them that the enemy could walk past them from behind, from above, or right in the middle of the stone path they were walking on.
Natsu was walking ahead, looked around at the village, which was both familiar and unfamiliar.
What I was familiar with was the riverbank of the Naka River, the old camphor tree by the Training Ground with hundreds of holes pierced by Shuriken, and the direction of the Hokage Rock in the distance—at this time, it was still a bare cliff face, and the portrait of the First Hokage would not be carved for several more years.
The faces on the street were unfamiliar. Clan members dressed in Uchiha Clan Uniform walked side by side with the Senju Clan clan members across the street corner, arguing heatedly about the rotation of the Shuriken shooting range. Children in the Clan Academy threw Kunai, then went to buy Dango with their arms around each other and grinning.
There was no surveillance, no alienation, no wariness and hostility etched in every glance like during the Third's time. This was probably what Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju had initially dreamed of.
Yaoyu walked at the very back. His gaze swept over the Uchiha and Senju Clan clan members walking alongside him, his face still expressionless as usual, but a complex feeling welled up inside him.
He recalled his childhood, when, in the clan's territory of Konoha, the Senju Clan children of the same age would curse them from across the wall, calling them "a cursed clan." He and Yakumi would curse back, and then their respective adults would drag them home and punish them by making them copy the clan rules.
Back then, he thought the Uchiha and Senju Clan were born enemies, but now this group of people are walking side by side, laughing, as if the blood feud of thousands of years had never existed.
He pursed his lips, looked away, and remained silent.
The stone steps of Naka Shrine were just ahead. Natsu paused, looked up at the familiar torii gate, and then stepped onto the stone steps.
The Yaoyu and their Yakumi followed immediately.
The three of them walked along the busiest main street of Konoha. The civilians and ninjas around them continued with their own tasks, and no one noticed the three unfamiliar faces. No one realized that they had just brushed past three Uchiha clan members from another time and space.