Land of Flame, Flame Hidden Village.
Rumble—
The surging torrent thundered like ten thousand galloping horses. After rushing through a river channel several yards wide, it poured down from a height of over a hundred meters, like a white ribbon hanging upside down. Its roar resembled thunder from the highest heavens, and when it crashed into the ravine below, it finally shattered into countless wildly dancing silver serpents.
Beneath the waterfall, Madara sat cross-legged with his upper body bare and his eyes closed, allowing the cascading torrent to hammer against him before parting around the sharply defined muscles of his body. He was like an ancient boulder that had never eroded, remaining utterly motionless.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Just then, a figure approached from afar. After a few leaps, he had arrived at the foot of the waterfall. Seeing the sight before him, even though he already knew how powerful Madara was, he could not help clicking his tongue in amazement.
Because the Land of Flame had many waterfalls, many of its shinobi used them to temper their bodies, relying on the impact of the currents to comprehensively improve their physical strength and resistance.
But this method of body training was not something just anyone could use. If someone with a weaker physique rashly stood beneath a waterfall, they would be smashed into a dead dog. Especially before this massive waterfall, more than a hundred meters high—there were few in the entire Land of Flame who could withstand it.
"Is something the matter?"
The low voice reached the newcomer's ears, swiftly bringing him back to his senses. He immediately said respectfully, "Clan Head, a letter has arrived from the Land of Earth."
"Mm."
Madara opened his eyes at those words and slowly rose under the waterfall's battering, as though what poured