Madara Uchiha: That Damn Brat Natsu!

"Is Lord Natsu Yin so certain?" Jin raised his hand and took out the Gene Serum from his pocket again, his fingertips gently stroking the cool tube. His eyes burned with fighting spirit. "Aren't you afraid that with this serum, I'll completely surpass you in the future?"

Natsu raised an eyebrow slightly and asked calmly, "Do you think you can do it?"

With a flick of his finger, Jin spun the potion in his palm, creating a clean arc before firmly gripping it.

His eyes shone with an even clearer light, carrying an unwavering determination.

"It's worth a try. My greatest skill in life is carving out a path to survival in situations where everyone thinks it's impossible."

Natsu's lips curved into a very faint smile, so subtle it was almost imperceptible.

"Then I'll wait and see."

After speaking, he turned to look at Ban, who had been sitting silently the whole time, and his tone relaxed a bit.

Is there anything else you want to tell him?

Ban lowered his eyes and remained silent for a moment before his clear, cold voice slowly rang out, containing only two simple words, yet carrying immense weight.

"Survive."

There was no unnecessary preamble, no complicated instructions.

For the strong who are in a chaotic world with an unknown future, the ability to survive and establish a foothold is the prerequisite for all the struggles.

Jin instantly suppressed the fighting spirit and smile in his eyes, his expression solemn, and he respectfully nodded to Ban.

He fully understood the weight of that advice and accepted it completely.

Jin carefully tucked the Gene Serum into his robes, carefully concealing it close to his body. Then he straightened up and gently smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes.

The ever-present, composed, and smooth smile on his face had completely vanished.

At this moment, he had shed the worldly wisdom of a village chief, leaving only a rare and weighty solemnity.

"Natsu Yin"

His tone was more sincere and resolute than in any previous conversation, without a trace of pretense.

"May you have great success in your military campaigns."

These four simple words represent the most profound blessing among ninjas in the Ninja World.

These words are never spoken lightly in ordinary pleasantries, but are reserved for those embarking on a journey into unknown dangers, carrying the most sincere expectation: that they may brave the storms and return home safely.

Natsu paused slightly and slowly turned around to look at him.

"Protect all the Uchiha under your command." His tone was calm, yet every word struck at the very core of the clan. "In this generation, let no one raise another fool like Uchiha Itachi, a source of such regret."

Jin was startled by the sound, and his heart suddenly felt heavy. After a moment, he nodded heavily, his expression extremely solemn.

"I've got it."

"The Uchiha clan of Flame Ninja Village will never repeat the mistakes of Konoha."

He looked up at the boy of the same race from another world, his heart filled with countless emotions and unspoken words—admiration, apprehension, and a tenacious spirit unwilling to fall behind.

But all those words, though swirling in my throat, ultimately boiled down to a single, light yet firm promise.

"I will not admit defeat easily. Natsu, just wait and see."

Natsu did not turn around to respond.

He simply raised his right hand, casually waved it behind him as a clean and decisive farewell, and then stepped out of Yan Ying's office.

The sunlight streamed through the windows of the long corridor, casting dappled shadows across the floor tiles and making his silhouette appear long and solitary.

Ban Moran walked alongside him, with Yaoyu and Yakumi following closely behind. The four of them walked steadily through the long, quiet corridor toward the village gate.

The moment I stepped out of the building, the vibrant atmosphere of the entire Flame Ninja Village hit me.

The streets and alleys are neat and orderly, and the flow of people is bustling but not chaotic.

The Uchiha clan members walked side by side with the people of the Kaguya Clan, Yuki, and Uzumaki, creating a peaceful and prosperous scene of various races coexisting.

At the street corner, children chased and played freely, their cheerful laughter echoing through the streets and alleys;

The ninja tool shop facing the street was filled with the continuous clanging of forging, exuding a lively and bustling atmosphere.

This is another path to survival. It is a completely new path that Jin carved out for the Uchiha from the predetermined fate of Konoha's destruction, despite the immense pressure he faced.

Natsu withdrew her gaze from the distance, spoke softly, and her voice fell upon Yaoyu behind her.

"Return to Konoha."

Yaoyu glanced sideways and asked softly, "Does Young Master have any other matters to attend to?"

Natsu pondered for a moment, then responded faintly.

"Let's stop by and see Tobirama Senju, and give him a heads-up."

He paused slightly, the sharpness in his eyes softening a bit, adding a touch of genuine humanity.

"Then go home. Izumi must have missed you after being away for so many days."

The Yaoyu and Yakumi exchanged a glance, a faint smile appearing in their eyes, and they silently quickened their pace.

The four of them strolled slowly along the clean and orderly stone-paved road of Flame Ninja Village, surrounded by the warm glow of cooking fires in the streets and alleys, creating a relaxed atmosphere.

After walking for a while, Madara Uchiha suddenly turned his head, a clear look of confusion in his cold eyes breaking the silence of the journey.

"You said before that if he didn't submit when you returned, you would eliminate him completely." His tone was flat, but there was a hint of confusion in his voice.

"If that's the case, why bother promoting him and paving the way for him now?"

Natsu paused slightly, turned her head to look at this legendary Asura of the Ninja World, and a perfectly timed, faint smile appeared on her lips, relaxed yet with a hint of amusement.

"This doesn't sound like a question that Madara-senpai would ask."

His tone was perfectly balanced, half teasing and half serious analysis, striking just the right line.

"In our world, you single-handedly dominated the Fourth Shinobi World War, your Complete Susanoo sweeping through the Five Kage and forcing the pinnacle of the Ninja World into retreat, yet you could still calmly utter the words, 'What adult would get angry with a child?'"

The spotted footsteps suddenly stopped.

A rare, genuine look of frustration flickered across his usually cold and expressionless face.

He turned his head sharply, his gaze locking onto Natsu, his eyes clearly saying: You're obviously making fun of me on purpose.

Faced with Natsu's frank and earnest expression as she recounted the facts, he was momentarily speechless and unable to refute her.

The two brothers, Yaoyu Yakumi, behind them, lowered their heads in unison, their shoulders trembling slightly as they suppressed their laughter.

Natsu seemed completely oblivious to Ban's embarrassed expression, and continued walking forward unhurriedly, gently explaining the situation.

"So you understand, senior? To you, the Five Kage back then were children. To me, Jin now is the same."

Ban's voice was icy cold, tinged with a stubborn, awkward tone. "Are you saying that your current level of understanding surpasses mine back then?"

Natsu shrugged frankly, her answer crisp and straightforward, without a trace of humility or politeness.

"Pretty much. After all, I am indeed stronger now than you were at your peak during the war."

Ban stared at him for a long time, his eyes churning with emotion. In the end, he forced down his complicated feelings and squeezed out a sarcastic remark through gritted teeth.

"I've finally realized that the venom in your mouth is exactly the same as Tobirama Senju's."