[Ding!
Detected host has completed Uchiha-style hand seals.
Dignity display in progress.
Activating mission reward: Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation One-time Experience Card (Lord Madara Version).]
[Experience card automatically used…]
A “buzz” rang out in Naoki’s head, as if he had been struck hard by a battering ram.
A surge of power, far beyond what his eight-year-old body could comprehend and so massive it could be called tyrannical, gushed out from the deepest parts of his body like molten iron from a burst dam.
This power did not follow the usual path, completely ignoring his own meridians and instead forcibly carving out a brand-new passage with a near-tearing force!
Every inch of his flesh and blood transmitted a needle-like stinging pain.
This was a completely different concept from his previous Jonin-level Chakra burst.
If the previous Chakra was a small stream, then what was currently flooding his body was a volcano that had just erupted!
“Ugh…”
Naoki couldn’t hold it in and let out a suppressed groan, bean-sized beads of cold sweat instantly seeping from his forehead.
He could clearly perceive every detail of the S-rank Fire Release “Great Fire Annihilation,” from the method of refining Chakra to the transformation techniques of Nature Change, and finally the ultimate construction of Form Change…
All this knowledge was being forcefully branded into his soul like it was being etched with a hot iron.
But his body was screaming, protesting!
“Damn system!
F*ck you!
Stop!
Stop right now!” Naoki roared frantically in his mind, his voice cracking.
[Host, please maintain your dignity.
Uchiha Madara never fears power.] The system’s cold voice lacked any fluctuation.
“I’m not Uchiha Madara!
I’m just Senju Naoki who wants to be a salted fish!”
[Warning: Detected host attempting to resist.
This behavior damages your dignity.]
Naoki wanted to cry.
He could feel that world-destroying power had already gathered at his throat, ready to be unleashed.
No!
Absolutely not!
Using Fire Release on his grandfather’s territory was already asking for death.
If he used a Fire Release of this scale, it wouldn’t just be asking for death—it would be suicide!
No matter how much his grandfather protected his own, he would definitely treat Naoki as the biggest spy the Uchiha had planted in the Senju and purge him on the spot!
He had to control it!
Even if he just spat out a tiny fireball, the kind a three-year-old Uchiha kid would play with, that would be fine!
As long as the power wasn’t great, his grandfather would surely be able to tell.
Then he could make up an excuse like “Chakra mutation went out of control,” and maybe he could even fool him!
Yes, that’s what he’d do!
Naoki exerted all his strength, mobilizing the willpower of two lifetimes to try and suppress that rampaging Chakra, wanting to compress it into an insignificant little fireball.
He opened his mouth, aimed at the empty sky, and prepared to use all his acting skills to squeeze out a tiny “poof” of a flame.
However, at the very moment he was about to succeed.
[Detected host engaging in candle-blowing behavior, attempting to reduce the scale of the Ninjutsu.]
[Judging…]
[This behavior is severely inconsistent with Uchiha Madara’s combat aesthetic of “reaching the peak the moment one acts,” and it severely damages your dignity!]
[Initiating forced intervention…
Chakra output power forcibly adjusted to 100%!]
“Noooo—!!!”
Naoki’s pupils shrank to pinpoints at this moment.
He felt the power in his throat explode dozens of times over, like an arsenal being instantly ignited!
“Boom—!”
An invisible, scorching airwave centered on him and spread out arrogantly in all directions.
Tsunade, in the front row of the playground, was the first to feel this terrifying aura.
Her blonde twin-tails were blown straight back by the hot wind, and the expression of watching a good show on her face instantly froze.
“Hey…
Naoki, you…”
Before she could finish her sentence, a fear originating from the depths of her bloodline seized her heart, making the hairs all over her body stand on end.
It wasn’t just heat; it was a destructive will that seemed intent on burning even the soul to ashes!
She instinctively took a step back, her small face filled with terror.
Was…
was this still Naoki?
This aura was a hundred times more terrifying than when her second grandfather got angry!
Jiraiya was even more direct.
Blasted by the heatwave, he fell onto his butt, mouth agape, staring blankly at Naoki on the stage, his mind a complete void.
Only Orochimaru’s reaction was the most bizarre.
Instead of retreating, he leaned forward half a step like a believer who had seen a miracle.
An unprecedented light erupted in those golden vertical pupils.
He stuck out his tongue, licked his dry lips, and his voice was hoarse and filled with morbid excitement.
“Beautiful…
so beautiful!
Sealing the sun in a glass bottle and detonating it…
such a contradictory structure…
Naoki-kun, you are art itself!”
He could feel that although Naoki’s body was clearly as weak as an empty shell, inside that shell was a star about to explode!
This extreme contradiction, this splendor before destruction, made every cell in his body tremble and cheer!
On the high platform, Hiruzen Sarutobi and Danzo Shimura also stood up.
“This Chakra…
it’s still rising!” Hiruzen’s smile had completely vanished, replaced by a grave expression.
Danzo narrowed his eyes and stared fixedly at Naoki, roaring in his heart: This is the power!
Destruction and dominance!
This is the ultimate power a Ninja should pursue!
Senju Naoki, you truly did not disappoint me!
Inside the Hokage Office.
The image in the crystal ball from the Telescope Technique shook violently, nearly shattering.
Senju Tobirama clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles making a “creak” sound from the force.
The Chakra fluctuations currently radiating from that small figure, the nature of that Chakra, felt so familiar to him, yet so…
loathsome!
It was just like…
just like that man!
No, impossible!
Naoki is a Senju, his own grandson!
On the playground, Naoki had already given up resisting.
It was all over.
All he could do now was pray silently in his heart.
He hoped his grandfather would make it quick and not too painful.
He hoped to be reborn into a good life in his next incarnation and be a true salted fish.
He slowly raised his head and scanned the area.
On that face controlled by the system, there was not a trace of pain or nervousness, only a deathly indifference.
It was as if what he was about to release wasn’t some world-destroying Ninjutsu, but merely an insignificant, casual strike.
He opened his mouth.