Ever since Senju Kenya those arrogant words, "Health is the foundation of everything" and "What Sharingan Ninjutsu? I can crush them all with one punch."
After the news of the 100-meter-long solid granite tunnel that had been blasted through the back mountain spread completely.
The traditional art style of the entire Konohagakure began to completely collapse in an irreversible and absurd trend.
That cave, pierced by a single punch, has now become the most popular "holy site" for worshippers in the entire village.
Every morning before dawn, countless young ninjas and ordinary middle-aged men line up to visit.
Everyone marveled at the smooth fist imprint, which was larger than a millstone, and some even pressed their faces against the cold rock wall to feel the lingering, purely physical Haki.
"See that? That's the power of a real man!"
" The Third Hokage always told us that Hand Seals had to be fast, but no matter how fast you can form hand seals, can it be faster than a punch that weighs 100,000 jin?!"
"Exactly! You spent ages making fancy hand seals, and the guy didn't even look at you before smashing you to pieces with a single punch. Are you Hand Seals?!"
A change in mindset opens up a whole new world.
In the past, in Konoha, the criteria for judging whether a young person was a promising genius were how quickly they could refine their Chakra and how accurately they could throw Shuriken.
And now.
Walking down the streets of Konoha, when two ninjas meet face to face, the first thing they do is no longer politely exchange the ninja Seal of Confrontation.
Instead, they both stopped simultaneously, giving each other a fierce look at the other's shoulders and arms!
Hand Seals?
To the Konoha people who have been completely brainwashed, that thing is just a complicated stunt performed by weaklings who can't even kill a chicken!
A true man should be like that Senju the Great, who is like a demon god.
No Hand Seals, no mantras!
When encountering an enemy, simply slap them with both hands for a forced physical extermination!
A crazy "weightlifting craze" swept through the entire village, affecting men, women, and children of all ages, and descended like a flood bursting its banks.
Beside the green trees in Central Park.
Might Guy is regarded as a rustic oddball by the whole village and is given strange looks wherever he goes.
Now he has transformed into the top fitness coach that everyone in Konoha is vying to worship!
Might Guy's signature dark green bodysuit.
With the help of the Iron Fist Chamber of Commerce, it was mass-produced and launched overnight, becoming the most sought-after and popular trendy item in Konoha this summer!
"Youth! This is the true essence of youth, burning with passion!"
Might Guy gripped a tall horizontal bar made of Black Iron Wood with one hand, his body drenched in sweat.
His massive muscles bulged wildly as he roared and performed one-arm pull-ups at an incredibly fast pace.
"Ten, nine, eight... Okay! Let's do another set of double-arm pull-ups with a 200-pound weight!"
And under the horizontal bar next to Might Guy.
Kakashi Hatake, who is always lazy and decadent, and seems to want to bury his face in the erotic novel " Icha Icha Paradise " wherever he goes.
He was clenching his teeth, and his fair face beneath the mask had turned a deep liver color.
Kakashi has long been too ashamed to even bring out his " Icha Icha Paradise ".
Just yesterday afternoon, he simply wanted to sit on a bench and quietly read a book, as he always does.
As soon as he sat down, he was surrounded by middle-aged Big Mom buying groceries, patrolling Chunin, and even elementary school students from the Ninja Academy.
They all cast undisguised glances of disdain at him!
The uncle from the ramen shop next door was even wiping the table while muttering loudly:
"Sigh, a young elite Jonin, reading those soft, lewd novels Tenten, no wonder his arms are as thin as sticks."
"Look at Lord Kai's massive arms! If our village relied entirely on these greyhounds for protection, we'd be wiped out long ago!"
Kakashi, whose dignity was thoroughly trampled under the weight of public opinion, was put on the spot.
To prove that he wasn't the "sharp-haired Jonin " the Big Mom described.
Kakashi could only humiliatingly stuff the erotic book deep inside his ninja tool pouch.
Under the watchful eyes of the entire village, he gritted his teeth, took off his shirt, and, with his bare, muscular arms, flipped onto the horizontal bar!
"One thousand two hundred and ten... one thousand two hundred and eleven!"
Kakashi leaped off the horizontal bar, his arms trembling with soreness.
He was panting heavily, glaring fiercely at Might Guy was still walking upside down beside him.
" Might Guy! It's a tie for today! Tomorrow, whoever falls off the horizontal bar first has to go to the Senju Chamber of Commerce and buy fifty catties of roasted sea monster meat as an extra meal for everyone!"
"Alright! Kakashi! This is our destined duel! I'm fired up!"
Scenes of near-frenzied competition like this can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys of Konoha.
Walking on the bustling commercial street.
At first glance, the once solemn and cold ninja street has completely collapsed into a bodybuilding competition.
Looking around, the streets were filled with muscular male ninjas, shirtless and showing off their bronze muscles.
What everyone was carrying was no longer the traditional Kunai pouches and Explosive Tag scrolls.
Instead, they are pairs of pure iron dumbbells weighing tens of kilograms each!
Just a few steps away, you have to do two sets of standard lateral raises right there on the street.
Even the patrolling Konoha Military Police Force had their sleeves torn off, revealing arms as thick as tree stumps.
What filled their bellies were no longer the dry, hard-to-swallow, mud-like traditional Military Rations Pill.
Instead, it's White Sea meat supplied cheaply and openly by the Iron Fist Chamber of Commerce, along with those extra-large, crunchy black iron scallops!
"Snap! Snap!"
The streets were filled with the sounds of people frantically chewing on rice crackers and gulping down meat broth.
Anyone who doesn't have a bit of cumin and coarse salt on their lips will feel inferior when walking down the street!
The Konoha Ninja Academy was the hardest hit by this storm.
On the podium, Umino Iruka had long since thrown the white chalk into the wastebasket, replacing it with a solid forged iron hammer weighing several dozen kilograms.
The original teaching syllabus included "Precise Chakra Allocation of the Three Basic Techniques " and "Analysis of Basic Hand Seals."
Everything was torn to shreds by the new decree issued by Tsunade.
Three brand-new compulsory large class names were prominently written in vermilion on the blackboard:
"Beginner Iron Head Kung Fu and Impact Resistance Techniques Class", " Black Iron Wood Splinter Physical Throwing and Armor Penetration Class", "100km Heavy Armored Cross-Country Class"!
The wooden desks in the classroom were all replaced with heavy, solid bluestone slabs.
A group of lively and mischievous seven- or eight-year-old kids.
At this moment, they were all shirtless, with sweatbands wrapped around their foreheads, and lined up in a neat long queue.
It was accompanied by Iruka's whistle.
The little radish heads howled and slammed their tender foreheads hard against the hard granite slab!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A dull thud echoed throughout the entire teaching building.
A little boy gritted his teeth and smashed the stone slab in front of him, cracking it.
The classroom erupted in screams and applause from all the girls.
Wow! So cool! His skull is so hard!
"That's a real man! Much more handsome than that Uchiha only knows how to unleash Great Fireball!"
The entire village was once the largest Shinobi World Shinobi World, renowned for its ingenious tactics and mysterious Ninjutsu.
Under the dual brainwashing of Senju Kenya's brutally charismatic personality and terrifying financial power.
It was drastically transformed into a "Spartan muscle battleground" filled with rampant testosterone and pure physical brute force!
The sweltering heat and clamor continued late into the night.
Night fell, and the bright moon hung high in the sky.
The daytime frenzy of training finally subsided as night deepened, and most of Konoha Village succumbed to a peaceful slumber.
But deep within the desolate, dense forest behind Konoha.
The heavy whistling of wind and the boy's painful, labored breathing continued unabated.
Moonlight filtered through the dense foliage, casting dappled patterns of light on the damp, muddy ground.
Sasuke Uchiha, his upper body covered in mud.
On his thin but increasingly strong shoulders, he was firmly supporting a thick, black iron log weighing several hundred pounds!
His legs trembled violently, and with each step he took, he left deep footprints on the ground.
But in his dark eyes, there shone an unprecedented fervor and determination.
In the still, deathly silence of the night.
"Fluttering..."
A faint, almost imperceptible sound of wings fluttering, almost blending into the night breeze, swept silently across the sky.
On the highest branch of a towering, withered tree.
A raven, Crow body as black as ink, silently folded its wings.
In its eyes, which gleamed with an eerie, blood-red light under the moonlight, three jet-black Tomoe were slowly and profoundly rotating.
In the dead of night, a Red Eye Crow silently observes Sasuke as he runs carrying a log weighing several hundred pounds.