The ninja world's structure was in turmoil. Anyone with a keen sense for war could feel the approaching storm, and the shadow of conflict loomed over the entire ninja world. Under this gloom, prices fluctuated,
missions decreased, and the high-ranking officials of every village were deeply worried. Yet, a certain instigator of events, completely out of sync with the entire ninja world, remained joyful. So joyful, in fact, that he was eating the famous Northeastern delicacy, pickled cabbage stew with dragon meat.
At the Valley of the End, two colossal statues stood facing each other: the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju, and his lifelong friend, Uchiha Madara. At this moment, Naruto and Sasuke sat opposite each other at a table, with three or five dishes and a pot of hot tea beside them.
In this setting, the atmosphere, which should have prompted Sasuke to ask, "Naruto, having traveled far and wide, you must know the heroes of our time. Pray tell me a few,"
was abruptly dragged down by the pot of pickled cabbage stew on the table to the level of "Come on, let's go to Old Man Madara's place by the village entrance and grab a bite."
After more than a month, the pickled cabbage was ready. Due to Naruto's 'go-with-the-flow' pickling method, ten jars of pickled cabbage became one. One jar was broken by Shunfeng playing with it – though how, no one knew, it just broke. The remaining eight jars rotted.
The moment they were opened, Naruto was so overwhelmed by the stench that tears streamed down his face. The smell was comparable to a septic tank and had now been added to Samehada's luxurious meal package. After all, saving food is a traditional Chinese virtue.
Staring at the steaming pot, Naruto murmured, "It should be ready now." Pickled cabbage was easy to stew, but dragon meat was tough. To tenderize the dragon meat, Naruto had even specifically used Rasenshuriken on it once.
Now, after more than half an hour, it should be about done. "Never mind." The aroma in the air made Naruto nostalgic. He picked up a mouthful with his chopsticks, blew a few breaths, and put it into his mouth.
But whether it was a lack of genetic inheritance, his body not being used to it, or simply bad cooking, the taste was a bit strange. Naruto felt his body wasn't used to it. He picked up another mouthful, blew on it, and said to Sasuke, "Want a bite?"
Sasuke's chopsticks hovered uncertainly, his heart wavering. Can this... this thing be eaten? Is he perhaps getting revenge for that military ration pill from before? Following the principle of "better safe than sorry,"
Sasuke put down his chopsticks and asked, "Are you really going to fight?" "Slurp... Mm." "I can stall one at most," Sasuke said. "Unlike Grass Village, Hidden Cloud has many high-end combatants. With my current strength, even at my absolute limit, I can only stall one."
"No need." What's the use of you stalling one when they have tens of thousands of people? What if Killer B smashes your chest again? Won't I have to save you? "Why aren't you eating?" Sasuke's hand paused. Topic change failed, huh.
Just as Sasuke was trying to think of an excuse to refuse, Tenten's voice came from the nearby teleportation gate: "Oh, is this a potluck?" Here comes someone useful. Naruto smiled slightly and said, "Yeah, want a bite?" Tenten walked out of the teleportation gate,
looking at the unidentified object in the pot, and asked, "Can this thing be eaten?" In the end, neither Sasuke nor Tenten had a bite. Naruto ate the entire pot, while the two of them only ate the other side dishes. Lack of adventurous spirit.
Muttering to himself, Naruto had his clone send Sasuke away, while his main body teleported Tenten to the foot of a mountain. Tenten looked around, not finding any suspicious items, and asked in confusion, "What are we sealing this time?" Naruto patted the mountain beside him and said, "It." This mountain was specifically chosen by Naruto.
It was conical, a hundred meters high, with an estimated base diameter of about 400 meters, and entirely made of rock. Standing at the foot of the mountain, one could clearly see obvious artificial indentations carved into the mountain, spiraling downwards like rifling grooves. Naruto had dug them himself.
Tenten stiffly raised her head, then quickly lowered it, looking left and right. Finally, she threw a scroll to Naruto and turned to run: "I'll give you the scroll, you go find someone else." Naruto immediately grabbed her. Tenten struggled continuously: "This time, it really won't work, it's too big." "Trust me, you can do it."
Seeing she couldn't break free, Tenten stopped struggling. She decided to enlighten Naruto first, to dispel his unrealistic fantasies. She said, "To seal an object, it must be an independent entity.
It's connected to the earth right now, how am I supposed to seal it?" "Don't worry, I can break its connection." "Yes, yes, yes, you're amazing." Tenten sat on the ground, completely abandoning her image, hugging the large scroll: "Even if you can break it, I don't have that much chakra, okay?"
A hand reached out in front of her. Tenten looked bewildered: "Hey... you're not trying to..." "Want to give it a try?" "Eek." Tenten thought about the steps. It seemed... it really was feasible. She stood up and said, "I knew there was no good intention when you invited me to eat."
From her tone, Naruto knew she agreed. Red chakra emerged from his hands, directly plunging into the mountain. The giant claws formed by Nine-Tails' chakra crushed, crisscrossed, and coiled around the rocks within the mountain. Nothing could stop them.
"Seal it quickly before it falls." "Got it." Tenten took out the scroll, ready for action. She was also a little excited. This was a mountain, after all. What if she really sealed it? Then... "Here it comes!" Seeing the mountain,
swayed by the giant claws, shift its center of gravity and slowly tilt, tearing apart its last connections and separating from the earth, Naruto roared, withdrew his hands, wiped off the dust with a towel, and held it to Tenten's mouth. Tenten instinctively bit it, then unfurled the scroll and pointed it at the mountain: "Seal!"
In less than 0.5 seconds, Naruto felt his chakra draining like a water pump was connected to him, rapidly losing two to three units of chakra per second. No wonder Tenten couldn't even last a second; this consumption was a bit alarming.
Two minutes later, the mountain was completely sealed. Naruto was perfectly fine, having only consumed less than four hundred units of chakra in total. A trifle. Tenten held up her swollen hands, her chakra pathways unable to bear the burden, and looked at Naruto, on the verge of tears: "It hurts so much..." Why are you perfectly fine?!
"Are you alright? Should I send you to Tsunade?" Naruto asked. He had felt this kind of meridian pain before when practicing Rasengan. "How could that be... Oh." Tenten was about to go see her idol when she suddenly felt a cool,
tingling sensation in her swollen hands. The pain was also subsiding. She said enviously, "I'm so envious of your chakra..." I can't learn Medical Ninjutsu, but he has it built-in, and that bottomless supply...
"Oh, by the way, Naruto-kun, can I ask you a favor?" "Go ahead." "Can you take me to the seaside?" Tenten, holding the scroll, gazed into the distance, her eyes filled with an unspeakable longing. "What's wrong?" "I want to try and see if I can seal the ocean." Tenten said wistfully.
Guy-sensei once said that as long as she had enough chakra, she could seal the ocean, but she had tried many times and failed. Now, with the opportunity right before her, she wanted to try, even if it was just a small patch of sea, it would be fulfilling a dream.
"Aren't you afraid of pain?" "No. Guy-sensei said it's good for practicing endurance." "Alright, then let's go seal the next one first." Tenten's resolute expression froze: "Huh? The next one?" "Have mercy on me!!!" "Don't mess around. I'll compensate you with a treasure later." "What?" "Not sure. I'll tell you then."
Three days later, the ninja world situation became even stranger. Tsunade repeatedly lit the oil lamp, but Naruto still had no intention of returning. Why go back? To argue with you? What if I can't win an argument and get angry and destroy Konoha? That wouldn't be good for anyone, right? So let's not argue. After I crush Hidden Cloud, if any of you still feel up to it, then we can find a good place and talk properly.
Although Zetsu's spying techniques were unparalleled in the ninja world, they couldn't detect everything, such as things in the sky.
Above Hidden Cloud Village, four teleportation gates glowed with purple light. Three of the gates formed a V-shape, with the top two five meters apart and the bottom thirty-some meters from the top. The fourth gate stood alone. Two clones stood at each gate.
The upper clones held the arms of a giant slingshot. The slingshot was entirely white, inscribed with numerous seals for insulation. A rope was attached to one side of the slingshot's arm, held by the clone at the fourth teleportation gate.
"Oh my, it's finally my turn." A clone eagerly jumped into the slingshot's leather pouch. After securing itself, it shouted downwards: "Pull!" Hearing this, the lower clones pulled the ropes connected to the elastic band, stretching it.
Seeing the distance was sufficient, the clone at the fourth teleportation gate waved its arm and commanded: "Release!" "Whoosh!" The elastic band snapped back, launching the clone in the pouch higher into the sky.
Under the immense force, the ropes connected to the pouch rapidly retracted. The excessive speed, combined with the wind's sway, whipped and killed the clones who had pulled it. Even three of the clones holding the slingshot arms above were killed.
The clone at the fourth gate pulled the rope in its hand, retrieving the giant slingshot that was falling uncontrollably. While retrieving it, it watched the black dot still flying upwards in the sky, sighing: "This thing is really powerful, much stronger than throwing."
"Stop talking, hurry and teleport." After sealing the slingshot, the two clones collectively teleported. When they reappeared, they had ascended another two hundred meters.
Upon emerging, the clone exhaled a puff of white air: "Why is it still so cold! Can't it be warmer?" "Don't even think about it. The stratosphere is already this cold. It'll be fine once we reach the troposphere." At this point, the altitude was thirty-three thousand meters.
Hidden Cloud Village had the Raikage, two Jinchuriki, and tens of thousands of ninjas. Rushing them directly wouldn't work. Even if I crashed an Orange Pig heavy truck into them, other than waiting for the Six Paths to deliver buffs, the only option would be to go down and pay respects to Kushina in the afterlife.
Since brute force wouldn't work, he'd use physics. Among space-based kinetic weapons, the most famous was the Rod of God. The Rod of God, also known as the "Divine Stick," was first proposed by the American Empire and also called the "American Empire's Rod," abbreviated as MDZZ.
From its name, it's clear it had no purpose other than to bluff people. Sending a several-ton tungsten rod into space with a rocket and then releasing it during an attack, striking with the kinetic energy gained from gravitational acceleration – anyone who understood basic energy conservation knew it was unreliable. Its maximum power wouldn't even exceed that of the rocket that launched it.
However, when sealing jutsu was combined with teleportation gates, it broke this law of energy conservation. Naruto could drop trash from space with zero work. Yes, a several-ton tungsten rod didn't have much power.
Even if dropped from two hundred kilometers, its kinetic energy would at most damage a football field, and that's without even burying itself underground. But what about a mountain? Taking the first sealed mountain as an example, rock weighs about 2.5 to 3 tons per cubic meter.
Calculating its conical volume, it could easily be deduced that the mountain weighed at least ten million tons! When a ten-million-ton mountain falls from tens of thousands of meters high, its kinetic energy can only be described by closing one's eyes and adding zeroes.
What barrier, what Tailed Beast, all would have to pay respect to Old Man Newton. This was Naruto's confidence. If you're a moving target, I won't say anything. But you, a fixed target, dare to fight me? Even if the Ten-Tails comes, as long as it dares to turn into a tree, I'll dare to smash it into idiocy.
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