"Naruto: My Ninja Skills"Chapter 144: It's Shameful to Lack Mental Fortitude, But It's Useful
"You have to understand, every era has its own problems, and it will also produce heroes belonging to that era. Without any supernatural external forces, the world will always self-correct and develop forward."
Yūshin followed behind Little Seven, earnestly trying to persuade it. Honestly, even when he convinced Tobirama Senju to participate in the Hyūga extermination battle, Yūshin hadn't been this "scheming."
Because he could only persuade—if he forcibly interfered with Little Seven's actions or tried to control it, it could use its Mangekyō Sharingan ability to hide in temporal rifts, and then...
"The current situation in the Shinobi World is improving steadily. The long-cherished wish for peace will be achieved soon. You don't need to waste your Mangekyō's ocular power on this..."
"By the way, if you really want to summon something, why not summon a bolt of heavenly lightning to strike down an old gentleman named Senju Butsuma? With his life as nourishment, the Senju Clan could cultivate the fruit called 'peace.'"
Yūshin was speaking complete truth. Under the efforts of his Fireflies organization and the Senju brothers, the Shinobi World was indeed developing in a better direction—the opportunity for major transformation was right before them.
In this situation, Little Seven's abuse of the Mangekyō was standard gilding the lily.
Summoning ninja from the future who had thoughts, will, and strength to change the Shinobi World, letting them shine in this era—this was Little Seven's operating principle.
The problem was it was a fox, acting with strong randomness. Its summoning was equivalent to drawing cards—good or bad, all random. It could easily summon someone holding a thunderbolt for Yūshin.
Uchiha Sasuke from before was a living example.
What if it summoned... well, this was unnecessary worry. Little Seven definitely wasn't capable of summoning such heavyweight figures, because there was an incomparably huge "magnitude gap" between them.
Think about it—moving someone like Six Paths Madara around the timeline would consume how much energy?
Theoretically speaking, since Konoha still got established, it meant Little Seven's summoning behavior wouldn't cause serious damage.
But theory was theory, reality was reality. Yūshin didn't have a god's-eye view—when he should be anxious, he still had to be anxious.
Little Seven listened to Yūshin's words while unconsciously twitching its ears continuously—this was a sign of not listening at all... "You say your thing, I'll summon mine. Anyway, I'll lay an egg and leave, not responsible for the aftermath."
Yūshin: "..."
Seriously, he couldn't just kill Little Seven, could he?
Taking ten thousand steps back, Little Seven now severely lacked trust in ninja—what if he couldn't kill it?
Yūshin gritted his teeth. Fine, draw cards if you want—I'll observe once more before discussing what comes next.
Deep in the forest, though not the same "delivery room" as Uchiha Sasuke, it was still in the same woods. The Sharingan in Little Seven's eye sockets once again took on the Mangekyō shape.
It used Umashikami once more.
No need to elaborate on the process—it was almost identical to last time, but Yūshin observed that its use of the Mangekyō was more skillful, because this summoning process was smoother... This wasn't a good sign.
The space ahead began trembling. Yūshin immediately heightened his vigilance, ready to act at any moment.
Then, a figure wearing some kind of uniform tumbled down from the space-time rift.
He was lying face-up, and you could tell at a glance he was about to die.
After completing the summoning, Little Seven indeed ran off.
Yūshin briefly identified the person, discovering he wore a Konoha uniform, but this didn't dispel his wariness—it actually made him more tense... As everyone knows, most of the Shinobi World's behind-the-scenes masterminds come from Konoha.
"Huh, caught a live broadcast?"
This person was much worse off than Sasuke had been. When Sasuke was summoned, he only took a slap from Yūshin, but this person had a short blade piercing from his right collarbone through his neck.
Yūshin raised an eyebrow, recognizing this person's identity. He breathed a sigh of relief—fortunately, this person was fine, even useful... His ceiling wasn't as high as Uchiha Sasuke's, but he had superior strength, stability, and might even obey Yūshin's commands.
An excellent worker, maybe even a greenhouse-grown worker—would you want him or not?
The front of the Konoha green vest uniform was unchanged. Yūshin ignored the person's terrified eyes and the gurgling sounds from his throat, directly flipping him over... Don't worry, just a severed windpipe—he wouldn't die immediately.
After flipping him, Yūshin discovered that the center back of the Konoha uniform, where the Uzumaki clan crest should be, had become the Fireflies organization's symbol.
Honestly, speaking fairly, whoever designed it made the clothes even uglier.
The Fireflies organization's symbol had simple lines, but no matter how simple, it couldn't reach the Uzumaki clan crest's level of simplicity. Such a symbol as a clothing design element seemed overly complex.
"So the question is, where did the Uzumaki Clan go? Were they exterminated early, or..." Yūshin thought of another possibility.
This person's sleeve at the shoulder was also torn, and Yūshin noticed what looked like a tattoo on his shoulder skin. He pulled the sleeve, and this "tattoo" was revealed...
Still the Fireflies organization's symbol.
"Oh, so he's one of ours."
Having this symbol tattooed on his shoulder meant this person belonged to the Fireflies organization in the future—calling him "one of ours" wasn't wrong.
Yūshin flipped this dying person face-up again, looking at his silver hair and middle-aged, weathered, gaunt face with extremely prominent jawlines. He nodded again—yes, definitely that person.
By now the other party was nearly dead. Only then did Yūshin unhurriedly reach out to pull out the short blade and begin treating his injuries.
This person seemed quite rational. Though he didn't really know Yūshin, after realizing what Yūshin was doing, he cooperated without struggling... To be precise, he found the young Yūshin somewhat familiar but couldn't identify him.
"Huff, huff..."
After a moment, his breathing finally became smooth, meaning he was out of life-threatening danger... Yes, medical ninjutsu is just that miraculous.
Yūshin stepped back a few paces, maintaining a safe distance. After this person sat up, he finally asked:
"So what's the deal—feeling hopeless, doing performance art, committing suicide?"
Konoha, suicide, white hair—who else could it be? Just guess.
"Cough, cough cough."
This person coughed violently, then unconsciously touched his neck.
"Thank you for your help. I was just cleaning my blade when a sudden space-time disturbance made me accidentally lose grip of the knife, and then... cough, anyway, thank you for your help."
He couldn't continue speaking.
Yūshin: "..."
Well, he had guessed wrong.
But this person was quite unlucky—he nearly died in the summoning itself.
"You might be somewhat confused, but listen carefully to what I say. Everything you're experiencing now is reality... My name is Yūshin. Have you heard of me?"
"Yu... Yūshin-sama? Why are you so young?" This person looked at Yūshin's face and finally recognized him.
After hearing Yūshin's self-introduction, he immediately knelt down... Well, single-knee kneel—the standard formal gesture for a subordinate ninja meeting a superior.
Huh, why did this person become nervous?
"I'm still me, but there's important intelligence to synchronize with you... This is the era before Konoha's establishment."
"Huh? Are you joking?"
Logically it didn't make sense—if Yūshin was from before Konoha's establishment, how could he speak the word "Konoha"?
"You can quickly observe the surrounding environment. I'll wait here for you."
This person hesitated slightly but still hurried away and returned quickly. In such a short time, he had already discovered some abnormalities.
He knelt again in salute, saying: "Yūshin-sama, if everything you say is true... then as one who inherits the Fireflies' will in the future, Hatake Sakumo offers you his respect."
See, truly one of ours.
Undoubtedly, Little Seven's "card draw" luck was quite good this time. The "White Fang of Konoha's" psychological endurance might not be great, but his combat power was genuine.
As Konoha's legendary swordsman, he was the type who could kill from the Southern Heavenly Gate to Penglai East Road without blinking.
This kind of pure technical operation specialist would be rare talent in any era.
A top-tier worker, maybe even a greenhouse worker—would you want him?
"Well then, Hatake Sakumo, you've struck it rich. In this era you can witness your own birth—if interested, you can even attend your own birth. Truly a world wonder."
So similar—this speaking style was very close to the legendary Yūshin-sama... Hatake Sakumo, thirty-three years old, middle-aged, as anxious as an elementary student.
"Yūshin-sama, if what you say is all true, then... how did I come to this era?"
Hatake Sakumo was also resistant to the so-called "time travel" in his heart, so when he spoke, he again began with the phrase he'd just said.
"Someone believes this era needs people like you, so they summoned you. You're not the first, nor will you be the last..."
"So are you willing to dedicate your strength for the peace of Konoha, the Land of Fire, and even the entire Shinobi World?"
This could explain why the current Yūshin knew about Konoha.
Hatake Sakumo still found it incredible, but unlike Sasuke, as a true Konoha ninja facing such a politically correct question, his answer carried no hesitation.
"I'm willing, but... I seem to need to adapt to the current situation."
"No problem, come with me—we'll return to Fireflies Village."
"Fireflies Village has already been established, Yūshin-sama?"
"Yes."
Hatake Sakumo followed behind Yūshin. After thinking, he asked again:
"Has the Hatake Clan joined the village now?"
"The Hatake Clan? No, I don't know about the Hatake Clan, don't even know their area of activity... Is the Hatake Clan also part of the Fireflies? How did you join the organization?" Yūshin asked curiously.
"It's said the organization sent a ninja called Gan Wen Cui to the Hatake Clan. This powerful ninja conquered the sword-based Hatake Clan with exquisite swordsmanship, and thus the Hatake willingly joined Fireflies Village."
Yūshin's advancing steps suddenly stopped. He looked back at Hatake Sakumo with shocked eyes.
"Yūshin-sama, is there a problem?"
"You're fine, but Gan Wen Cui has a problem... You are Gan Wen Cui."
Gan Wen Cui—this ridiculous name was obviously a codename Yūshin had personally given Hatake Sakumo. No one else in this world could do such a thing.
The world is just this magical—Hatake Sakumo had just arrived in this era, yet discovered his deeds had already been written into history.
"Me? It was me? Really me?"
Hatake Sakumo's brain wasn't stupid, so he quickly understood what Yūshin was saying.
He unconsciously lightened his steps, thinking about the possibility of bringing the Hatake Clan to Fireflies Village.
No good, his head was a bit dizzy, his mind a complete mess.
At this time, Yūshin suddenly asked another question out of nowhere:
"Sakumo, was your original family unhappy... I mean, did your parents often quarrel when you were small?"
Hatake Sakumo didn't understand what Yūshin was talking about. He even thought some "senior time traveler" had revealed his past to Yūshin. Though this was quite private, there was nothing wrong with admitting it, so he nodded and said:
"There seemed to be such a thing."
"There you go. Have you ever thought about why they quarreled?"
"Family trivialities—what else could it be?"
Yūshin shook his head, delivering the fatal blow:
"That's because your father discovered his son was growing more and more like the neighbor Old Gan. Understand?"
Hatake Sakumo—refined and easygoing—had his heart skip a beat and immediately thought "damn."
Logically speaking, a person could resemble their father, but they would definitely grow to look more like their future self.
Yūshin's angle for proving Hatake Sakumo was a time traveler was indeed unique. The family ethics story here wasn't particularly mind-bending, but ordinary people would hardly think of such a way to explain the facts.
This topic made people feel very awkward. Hatake Sakumo twitched his mouth corners and quickly caught up with Yūshin ahead.
To avoid further awkwardness, he forcibly changed the subject.
"By the way, Yūshin-sama, when you saw me, why did you suspect I was committing suicide? Normally shouldn't you suspect I was attacked by enemies?"
"What ninja would choose to end their own life? That would be far too immature, couldn't even be considered a qualified ninja."
Yūshin: "..."
Hatake Sakumo—married with children, harmonious family, respected, successful career... Suicide? Why would he commit suicide? This word seemed very distant from his life.
It could only be said that people always overestimate their psychological endurance, thinking they can remain detached and not care about external evaluations.
Detached? Heh, Hatake Sakumo couldn't bear this word.
Yūshin sighed. He turned around and patted Hatake Sakumo's shoulder:
"Sakumo, if an author is psychologically fragile, what he should do is stop reading the comment section, understand?"
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