Chapter 92: The Return of the Flying Raijin; Obito's Envy and Madara's Fury
The arena fell into a vacuum of silence.
The parents, who just seconds ago had been screaming their lungs out for their children, stood frozen, eyes wide. It wasn't just that the Academy elite had been "wiped out"—it was the way it happened.
The golden flash had been so brief that most people hadn't even registered it.
What was that jutsu?
Every Jonin in the stands was running the same calculation: If I were down there, could I have reacted? The answer, for most, was a chilling "No."
"MINATO! YOU WERE AMAZING!!"
Kushina's voice shattered the silence, her cheer cutting through the air with enough volume to rattle the rafters.
Minato Namikaze turned toward her, a gentle, effortless smile on his face. He waved back at her, his voice amplified by chakra to ensure the crowd heard his next move. "It's all thanks to your help, Kushina!"
"Tell me... do you like the color of the lipstick?"
Minato traced a line of the red wax across the back of his hand, letting the sunlight catch the pigment.
Kushina froze. Her face instantly matched the color of her hair. She was usually bold and brash, but this level of public affection in front of the entire village—including the Hokage and Lady Mito—was almost too much.
"I... I LOVE IT!" she finally screamed back, her competitive spirit overcoming her embarrassment.
The stadium erupted into a mix of whistles, catcalls, and laughter. The "Childhood Friend" trope combined with a "Heroic Rescue" backstory made them the most popular couple in Konoha.
"Grand-Sensei, thank you for your guidance!" Minato added, turning toward the VIP box and bowing deeply. "I will use this flash to be the shield of the Leaf!"
Hiruzen smirked, puffing on his pipe.
What a good kid, Arata thought. Polite, powerful, and politically savvy. He's a natural-born PR machine.
Hiruzen was already thinking of the business side. Minato-branded lipstick. 'The Mark of the Flash.' We'll sell millions in the capital. Every noble girl will want to wear the shade that the 'Golden Child' uses.
But Hiruzen also had a more personal motive. He needed to spar with Minato. He needed to adapt his own reflexes to the Flying Raijin.
He had a gut feeling that once Tobirama Senju returned in an Uchiha body, the first thing the Master would do was "test" his student using the very jutsu he invented.
I'm not doing this to adapt to Minato, Hiruzen lied to himself with a grin. I'm doing it so I can see the look on Master Tobirama's face when I parry his signature move.
On the Observation Deck.
Orochimaru watched Minato with a mix of clinical curiosity and slight irritation. How did an idiot like Jiraiya manage to raise such a high-quality student?
Minato had the talent of a god and the social grace of a diplomat. If the boy were five years older, he'd be a legitimate threat to Orochimaru's path to the Fourth's seat.
I need a disciple of my own, Orochimaru mused, his eyes scanning the "Azure Dragon Study Group" for a potential apprentice. He wanted someone with a mind for bio-science, not just a brawler.
On the Arena Floor.
Obito Uchiha lay flat on his back, staring up at the sky. He was dazed, his brain struggling to process how the world had just flipped upside down.
How can someone be that fast?
He wiped us out and then just went back to flirting? Is he even human?
Obito looked at Minato, whose hair seemed to glow in the sun. He hated to admit it, but the "Yellow Demon" was actually... kind of cool.
Obito closed his eyes, imagining himself at sixteen, with a Three-Tomoe Sharingan—or better yet, the legendary eyes of the clan's myths—performing a similar feat in front of Rin. I'd die happy right then and there, he thought.
"Obito! Are you okay?"
Rin Nohara ran over, looking worried. The moment Obito saw her, his exhaustion vanished. He did a messy backflip, standing up and pounding his chest.
"I'm great, Rin! Don't worry! I was just... uh... testing his reaction speed! I've got his patterns down now. Next time, I'll take him with a sliding tackle!"
Obito continued to boast, though he kept one eye on Minato, terrified the teenager might actually come over and accept the challenge. Rin just smiled, handing him a soldier pill and some water.
In the Mountains' Graveyard.
Madara Uchiha sat in his dark hole, watching the "show" via Zetsu. He looked like he had just eaten something rotten. He flicked a piece of meat at a Zetsu's face in a fit of pique.
"The Flying Raijin..." Madara rasped, his voice full of old poison.
He saw the Uchiha kids in the stands reacting to the jutsu with fear and awe. It made his blood boil.
"Look at them. Cowering like mice at a parlor trick! Have they no pride?"
"That jutsu is just a spatial migration. Every user has a millisecond of lag when they exit the jump. With a Sharingan, all you have to do is predict the anchor point and run them through before they can stabilize!"
Madara conveniently forgot that it had taken him years of fighting Tobirama to figure that out. He only remembered the tragedy—how Tobirama had hidden the jutsu for years, only to use it as a "First-Sight Kill" against Izuna.
"A cowardly jutsu for a cowardly man," Madara muttered. "And yet, the Master (Tobirama) had more talent in his pinky than these current Uchiha have in their entire lineage."
"They don't even try to learn it! They just sit there with their stupid red eyes, waiting to be killed!"
The White Zetsu took the meat off its face and started eating it. "Lord Madara, you're getting grumpy again. Why don't you go for a walk? Or take a dump? I heard it's very relaxing."
Madara ignored him. His gaze was fixed on the screen. He noted Shisui Uchiha. That one has a flicker of potential. But he's too 'bright.' He'll be a pain to break.
A Hundred Meters Beneath the Hokage Rock.
While the village was celebrating and Madara was fuming, the man at the center of the world's most dangerous secret was finishing his work.
Tobirama Senju, in his reanimated state, stepped back from the "Black Coffin" tank.
He had successfully integrated the Earth Grudge Fear threads with the Hiruko-pattern Fusion Cells. The Izuna-Tobirama clone was no longer just a biological sculpture; its chakra pathways were now flowing with a stable, high-density current.
The vessel was ready. All it needed was the pilot.
Tobirama looked at the boy's face—the face of the rival he had killed.
"Saru... I hope you know what you're doing," Tobirama whispered, his red eyes glinting.
"Because once I step into this skin... I'm going to make the Uchiha the most efficient weapons the world has ever seen. And you're going to have to be a hell of a Hokage to keep me satisfied."
The Second Hokage began the final hand signs for the Living Corpse Reincarnation.
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