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The Third Hokage smiled as he looked at Wuchen, who was admiring himself on the roof. The corner of his shriveled mouth twitched into a smile, then he looked at Wuchen's scorched body, his face filled with peculiarity.
The Third Hokage naturally didn't know Wuchen had just failed his Ninjutsu practice. "Is that the Mangekyo Sharingan...? Truly worthy of being called one of the Three Great Dōjutsu." The Anbu members, who had barely managed to protect the Third Hokage along the way, all looked at the eerie pupil in terror, their bodies involuntarily gathering around the Third Hokage. The Anbu members, with a shared understanding, protected the Third Hokage, nervously watching Wuchen.
Although he appeared harmless and was only a ten-year-old child, eliminating them would likely be instantaneous. Seeing this, the Third Hokage frowned slightly, a flicker of displeasure passing through him.
However, he didn't lose his temper, but calmly said to the Anbu members, "Your mission is over. Go back now." "But Lord Third—" "Silence! This is the Hokage's command!" Seeing that the Anbu, who usually obeyed him without question and only knew how to execute orders, were now disobeying him, the Third Hokage's aged eyes immediately filled with fire. A dangerous aura permeated his body, and he roared furiously at the four Anbu members who had protected him, his voice even carrying a hint of killing intent.
The four Anbu members exchanged glances and instinctively retreated simultaneously. The usually gentle and benevolent Third Hokage, who resembled a friendly old grandfather, was showing such immense anger for the first time. The Anbu members said no more and left one after another. The Third Hokage then let out a sigh of relief. He knew these subordinates meant well, so he merely reprimanded them verbally and took no substantial action. "Old man, are you really that confident letting your subordinates leave? They were looking out for you." Dropping from the rooftop, Wuchen glanced at the Third Hokage, asking casually. He showed no deference due to the Third Hokage's status, his demeanor completely relaxed, even his tone carrying a hint of mockery and playfulness.
The Third Hokage, with a pleasant expression, wasn't angered by Wuchen's tone. He smiled, calmly saying, "I know they meant well." The Third Hokage trusted the loyalty of the Anbu, but then shook his head, "I believe you won't harm me. And even if, taking a step back, you really intended to harm me, those four wouldn't be able to stop you.
They would even be a hindrance." The Third Hokage saw this clearly. He still hadn't fully grasped Wuchen's miraculous light manipulation ability from earlier, and now with the Mangekyo Sharingan, Wuchen was even more formidable.
Not to mention that those four Anbu were merely elite Jonin; even if he personally intervened, it would be uncertain who would emerge victorious. "I am rather curious..." Looking at the Third Hokage in surprise, Wuchen's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of doubt rising in his heart. He was quite curious where the Third Hokage's confidence came from, that he wouldn't harm him. He spoke frankly, asking,
"What makes you so sure I won't harm you? Everyone knows the relationship between the Uchiha and Konoha, with covert struggles going on for many years. Even if I have no ties to the Uchiha now, how can you be sure this isn't a tragic play staged by the Uchiha and me, with the goal of infiltrating your Konoha's upper echelons?" Wuchen spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice unhurried. At the same time, he released his killing intent. He truly couldn't figure out if the Third Hokage was confident that he wouldn't harm him, or if he believed in his own strength, capable of fighting him and leaving unharmed.
The Third Hokage merely smiled, completely ignoring Wuchen's killing intent, his eyes gleaming. "What's so funny? Do you think I'm joking?!" Seeing the Third Hokage so calm and unconcerned, Wuchen's eyes sharpened, and the still, ancient Mangekyo Sharingan stirred with mysterious ripples, exuding a chilling aura. His youthful yet resolute back carried an unparalleled aura. Wuchen's entire body's chakra surged to its limit, golden, materialized chakra overflowing from his body, and the sacred brilliance enveloped the dark night in a dazzling glow.
"This special chakra, there's no mistaking it. To think I would live to see this technique again, and on a ten-year-old child at that. How unpredictable life is." The Third Hokage looked at Wuchen, wreathed in golden chakra, sighing with emotion. His cloudy eyes were dotted with bright glints, then became hollow, clearly lost in memories.
Wuchen, his face cold, bathed in the ball of light. The materialized golden chakra quickly gathered, and a thick, barrel-like skeleton enveloped him. This chakra was extremely bizarre, an evil chakra he had never seen before. That power, like the embodiment of disaster, if he closed his eyes and didn't intentionally sense it, the Third Hokage would definitely think he was standing before a Tailed Beast, because only Tailed Beasts possessed such immense negative emotions.
"It's Susanoo, truly surprising, Wuchen. I never expected your Susanoo to be golden." The Third Hokage wasn't surprised to see Wuchen surrounded by a skeleton. In this world, the Third Hokage was one of the few who had seen Madara Uchiha. Just this ancient seniority alone, aside from Onoki who could barely compare, the other Kage could only sigh in admiration. Although the Third Hokage was surprised by Wuchen's Susanoo, it was merely a few ribs, which was insignificant compared to Madara Uchiha's ultimate form. Thus, he remained exceptionally calm.
"The color of Susanoo is based on the user themselves. Everyone's Susanoo color is different," Wuchen quietly explained. Madara Uchiha's Susanoo was blue, Itachi Uchiha's was fiery red, Sasuke Uchiha's was purple, and each one's appearance before its ultimate form was vastly different. However, one thing was beyond doubt: Susanoo was synonymous with the God of Destruction, embodying power and destruction to their limits. Even if it wasn't the ultimate Susanoo, its immense power could still bring despair.