A brief moment of dead silence.
Immediately, like cold water dripping into boiling oil, the Iwa Ninja crowd burst into uncontrollable exclamations with bone-deep fear:
"Flying Thunder God! It's Flying Thunder God Technique!!!"
"Yellow Flash? No... it's Sixth Hokage! He can also Flying Thunder God!"
These three words "Flying Thunder God", together with the name "Minato Namikaze" that had long been engraved into the nightmare of Iwagakure's soul, were like the most vicious spell, instantly awakening their fear!
That blond figure, that elusive, uncaptured, murderous Yellow Flash...
It is an abyss of nightmare that cannot be filled with countless Iwa Ninja Senior blood and life!
Back then, Third Shinobi World War and Iwagakure had countless elites who lost their lives in that golden light without even seeing the enemy clearly.
"Yellow Flash who encounters Konoha can abandon the mission and run away without punishment."
This Blood Tears lesson learned in exchange for countless corpses is still in Iwagakure's Shinobi Code to this day!
Now, this nightmarish golden light has reappeared in another Blond-Haired Boy who is younger, more powerful, and has weirder methods!
The morale that had just been boosted by "Will of Stone" was shaken violently again in the face of the bloody massacre before his eyes!
Many Iwa Ninja hands holding weapons began to tremble, their charging steps became hesitant, and their eyes once again cast a shadow of fear.
Naruto shook his hand, the golden green steam around him still boiling. He looked at the torrent of Iwa Ninja who was in panic because of the name "Flying Thunder God". The smile on his face became more and more wild, and the fighting spirit in his eyes became more pure.
Naruto's blond hair is dancing wildly, her clothes are fluttering, and she is unstoppable across the battlefield!
This is unreasonable.
This thought grabs you before death does.
Like the most stubborn rock brand, it is burned deep in your consciousness.
You are Elite Jonin Yuta from Iwagakure, and you are in your thirties.
Graduated at the age of eleven and was promoted to Chunin at the age of fourteen. The Third Shinobi World War poured with blood and Kitsuchi is your coming-of-age ceremony.
In the sea of blood and corpses, you learned to wrap the deadliest murderous intention with the hardest Rock, learned to identify every trace of Chakra's movement in the flying Kitsuchi, and also learned to revere and revere those names that truly transcend the ordinary Ninja.
For example, "Yellow Flash"Minato Namikaze.
You have never had a head-to-head confrontation with him. That is both your luck and your regret.
You have only pieced together his figure from a few words in the battle report and the pale retellings of your colleagues: a fleeting Golden, accompanied by the icy cold light of Kunai, and then a silent harvest.
You once thought that the art of combining speed and death was a legend unique to that man, a myth he built with the souls of countless enemy countries Ninja and his undefeated record.
Later, he became Hokage.
You nodded, thinking that this should be the case.
That kind of person should be in that position.
Later, he died.
You wiped Kunai silently, not feeling too much in your heart.
Heroes always die young, and the story of Shinobi World has always been like this.
The world does not love geniuses alone. Those geniuses are either orphans and lonely by nature, or they die young, or they have nothing in the end.
You continue your mission, walking on the rock wall and the national border, from Special Jōnin to Elite Jonin. The blood marks and mud marks on the S-level mission Scroll are the ladder for you to climb step by step.
You are used to the thickness of Rock, and you are used to the fact that the accumulation of strength requires time and tempering of life and death, just like the uplift of mountains requires hundreds of millions of years of squeezing.
So, what is all this in front of me?
You look at that Young Naruto...
No, that's Monster.
He even still has a childlike look on his face, and he is just about the same age as the granddaughter Lord Tsuchikage you remember.
But what is he doing?
He gave up his own terrifying advantage and used only Taijutsu and some Ninjutsu to shuttle through the siege of hundreds of Iwa Ninja.
Then, he used that technique.
Flying Thunder God.
At that moment, time goes back, and the memory of the battlefield where the bones are still cold is strangled by your throat along with the cold fear.
The light of Golden is no longer just a rumor, it jumps, flashes, disappears, and reappears before your eyes. Iwa Ninja's seamless formation and rock-solid defense are like a sandcastle blown up by the strong wind in front of him, collapsing at the first touch.
Kunai's trajectory exceeded the limit of vision, leaving only the afterimage of his companion groaning and falling to the ground.
Can't let him continue!
Your team is red-eyed.
Those young Chunin are the children you brought out with your own hands. They roared and used the most clumsy and decisive way, using their own bodies as shields and their lives as bait, and forced themselves into the trajectory of Golden's lightning-fast movement, creating a "moment" for you.
For someone like you Elite Jonin, just a moment is enough.
"Earth Release·Rock Fist!"
Your lifelong concentration of Chakra, your understanding of the essence of Rock control, and your countless refinements in mastering the fighter plane are all contained in this punch.
The power of Earth Release rushes up your right arm, turning into a hard Rock Fist. With the roar of cracking mountains and cracking rocks, it hits the Golden figure with its back to you.
Hit!
It feels firm to the touch, and Rock Fist is right in the center of the back.
Before your heart can even feel the joy of hitting the target, the next second it is overwhelmed by boundless absurdity and coldness.
He didn't even sway.
This is wrong. Master Kitsuchi had obviously caused harm to him before using Rock Fist!
It seemed that it was not the Iwagakure flow secret that was powerful enough to shatter giant rocks and hit a human being, but a fallen leaf brushing across a towering mountain peak.
He didn't even look back at you, he just smoothly solved the entangled Jonin companion in front of him, his movements were as light as brushing off the dust on his shoulders.
Then, he casually, as if chasing away an annoying flying insect, slapped his backhand backwards.
No Hand Seals, no power, no light.
Just an ordinary palm.
But what comes with it is an overwhelming and terrifying power that surpasses your knowledge in thirty years.
Your Rock Fist is shattered inch by inch, and your protective rock armor is like paper.
You are like a kite with its string broken, no, like a stone bounced by a giant, smashing everything along the way without any resistance.
Now, you are lying in the home of a villager who has been evacuated, and your life is passing quickly with your body temperature.
Outside the hole, the sound of fighting was fading away, and it might have ended.
The figure of Golden has probably left long ago, heading to the next place he needs to "pass by".
Cold darkness spreads up from your limbs, but your eyes are still open, staring blankly at the beams of the roof.
Why?
Since you learned to refine Chakra, you have spent nearly thirty years of hard training, fighting on the battlefield, escaping from death in missions, intensively studying Ninjutsu, and polishing your body...
What is the meaning of all this?
You have seen geniuses, Iwagakure, and Ninja who became famous at a young age.
You understand the gap in talent, just like you understand that Rock is hard and soft.
But this is not a difference.
This is a natural chasm.
It is the despair that mortals feel when they look up to gods and try their best not to be able to reach them even with their clothes Kakuzu.
We are all human beings, eating the same food, breathing the same air, and learning and refining Chakra in the same Ninja Academy.
Why can his thirteen years old crush everything you built at thirty years old so easily?
Your strength, your experience, your awareness, together with the sacrifice of your men...
In front of him, don't you even have the qualifications to make him a little more serious?
That slap of an understatement not only knocked you away, but also shattered the foundation of the entire Ninja world that you relied on to survive and firmly believe in.
Before darkness completely engulfs consciousness, the last scene freezes:
The sky in the corner outside the hole is gray, just like Iwagakure's usual color.
What is frozen in your pupils is not fear of death, nor concern for the village, nor even hatred for that Golden figure.
There is only an empty, indissoluble void...
Don't understand.