At Konoha: Three Choices at the Start

In an instant, a path of ice spread beneath his feet.

A fine drizzle fell, but every drop that came within a certain distance of Liuyun turned to ice shards and scattered around him.

Ice shards danced through the air, and ice paved his way. The world gleamed silver, breathtakingly beautiful.

His Mental Perception surged outward like a rushing tide. In the blink of an eye, it covered more than half the Land of Rain.

"There?"

Liuyun turned toward a distant point. Ripples rolled across the ice beneath him.

Then he shot forward like a lone boat racing over the sea and vanished in an instant.

In the Land of Rain, the flat ground was riddled with craters, unmistakably the site of a battle.

A fine drizzle fell over four figures.

One stood proudly atop a giant Ibuse, a mask covering his face!

He was Hanzo of the Salamander, leader of Amegakure and the man known as the Demigod of the Ninja World.

The other three knelt on the rain-soaked ground, gasping for breath.

They were pale and weary-eyed, clearly at the end of their strength.

They were none other than Tsunade, Jiraiya, and Orochimaru.

"Few in the Shinobi World can fight me like this! You three truly are worthy disciples of Hiruzen Sarutobi!"

"I acknowledge you! In the name of the Demigod of the Ninja World, I grant you the title of Sannin!"

"From this day on, live bearing the title I gave you!"

Hanzō folded his arms, his tone proud. He almost had a hint of Madara's swagger.

Unfortunately, he could not quite pull it off. He was probably new to it.

At his words, the three Sannin's faces twisted with anger.

*What a joke. Do we need your acknowledgment? Do we need you to give us