Kushina Uzumaki, the Red Hot-Blooded Habanero of the Leaf.
As a descendant of the Uzumaki clan, she was born with terrifyingly massive chakra reserves and a natural affinity for fuinjutsu.
Yet, wrapped inside this adorable young girl was an incredibly explosive, hair-trigger temper.
Calling her ‘feisty’ would be a massive understatement.
Already prone to fits of rage, Senzan’s carefully chosen words pushed her completely over the edge.
Without uttering a single syllable, she transformed into a blinding streak of red lightning, blitzing straight toward the Uchiha compound.
Watching her vanish into the distance, Senzan burst into hysterical laughter.
‘Kid, you really are a scheming little bastard,’ Chomei chuckled in his mind.
‘That Minato brat is going to get beaten within an inch of his life this time.’
Senzan huffed proudly.
“That’s what he gets for selling me out.
Consider this a hard-learned lesson.
Alright, let’s head home.
I have to report to Orochimaru first thing tomorrow morning.
Sigh…
my carefree days are officially over.”
And as expected, Senzan’s little stunt resulted in Minato taking an absolute, unadulterated beating.
When Kushina finally tracked him down, Minato was still actively running for his life from a homicidal Fugaku Uchiha.
The moment Minato spotted Kushina, his stomach plummeted.
He recognized her current state immediately—it was her absolute berserk mode, the kind fueled by pure, unhinged fury.
“Minato Namikaze!
Don’t you run!
Stop right there if you’re a man!” Fugaku roared behind him—a perfectly normal battle cry from a very angry shinobi.
But to Kushina’s deeply biased, enraged ears, the words completely warped.
In her mind, she heard: “Minato Namikaze!
Don’t you run!
You two-timing scum who played with my feelings!”
Well, the wording wasn’t exactly the same, but the sentiment was permanently cemented in her brain.
Minato: ‘What the hell?!
That’s a completely different meaning!
You’re twisting this entirely!’
“Kushina, please, listen to me!
I can explain!” Minato screamed.
He knew it was practically useless, but he had to try.
He couldn’t just stand there and wait to be executed.
“Hehehe…
What is there to explain?!” Kushina seethed, cracking her knuckles.
“Minato Namikaze, I never imagined you swung both ways!
Two-timing me like this…
do you have absolutely no shame?!”
Minato: ‘…Oh my god, what is even happening right now?!’
Fugaku Uchiha: ‘???
Does this girl think he actually likes me?!
No!
No!
No!
Absolutely not!’
“You bastard, Minato!
“No!
Just die!
I feel physically contaminated just being near you!”
The crimson tomoe in Fugaku’s Sharingan spun wildly; he was truly out for blood now.
In front of Minato, Kushina’s red hair whipped through the air like nine angry tails.
Thick veins bulged on her clenched fists—she was also out for blood.
“Hehehehe…
Fugaku Uchiha, you’ve got some nerve trying to steal the man I set my sights on!
You’re no better than he is!” Kushina snarled at the Uchiha prodigy.
“But I’ll deal with you later!
Today, I’m dragging this cheating bastard home to teach him a proper lesson!”
Minato felt the sky crashing down on him.
What terrible sin had he committed in his past life to deserve this?!
“What the hell are you talking about?!
When did I ever set my sights on him?!” Fugaku panicked, absolutely horrified at being labeled as a homewrecker for another man.
“Don’t spout that nonsense!
I like women!
I do not like men!”
In the next second, he locked a venomous, murderous glare onto Minato, his attacks growing even more aggressive.
“This is all your fault!
Shine, Minato!” Fugaku roared, raising his blade.
“I said Minato is mine to execute!
Die!”
That day, Minato Namikaze truly learned the meaning of ‘there is a thin line between love and hate.’ A flurry of bone-crushing red fists and a violently slashing black blade rained down upon him.
His entire world faded to gray.
‘Gekko Senzan!
Just you wait!
I’ll make you pay for this!
Ouch!
Take it easy, you two!’
Early the next morning, Senzan knocked on Orochimaru’s front door.
He had to admit, people devoted to scientific research woke up insanely early.
It was only 5:00 AM, and Orochimaru was already up and about.
“You’re here, Senzan-kun,” Orochimaru greeted smoothly, his pale face illuminated by the dim morning light.
“Come.
Let me show you to my laboratory.”
Orochimaru’s lab was built directly beneath his house.
Under the flickering, sterile lighting, a massive array of complex scientific instruments hummed and clicked.
The surrounding bookshelves were packed to the brim with heavy texts on biology, genetics, and anatomy.
“Tsk, tsk.
Master, you really have a passion for biology, huh?” Senzan remarked lightly as he strolled in.
“Dissection, cellular breakdown…
tsk, tsk.
How terrifying.”
Senzan laughed as he spoke, completely unbothered by how Orochimaru might react to the teasing.
Orochimaru didn’t mind either.
He smiled thinly.
“Scientific research cannot progress without such methods.
Good…
that is for the best.
Now, let me extract a little bit of your blood.
Every Kekkei Genkai is deeply worthy of study.”
Seeing the absurdly thick syringe Orochimaru pulled from a drawer, Senzan felt a violent chill shoot down his spine.
‘Holy crap, old snake, that needle is practically a straw!
Is this what you call a little blood?!
You’re trying to drain me dry!’
Still, Orochimaru was his master now; a blood tribute was inevitable.
Sigh.
Inwardly, Senzan was slightly anxious.
‘Hey, Chomei, this blood draw isn’t going to expose you, is it?’
‘Of course not.
He’s drawing your blood, not my chakra.
What does that have to do with me?’ Chomei replied callously.
Senzan: ‘I ***** you!’
The extraction complete, Orochimaru looked highly satisfied.
While the Hidden Leaf possessed plenty of Kekkei Genkai wielders—like the Uchiha and the Hyuga—obtaining their blood for unauthorized, private study was incredibly difficult.
Having Senzan’s blood sample would be more than enough to propel his next phase of research.
“Senzan-kun, have you reviewed the scrolls I gave you?” Orochimaru asked, carefully storing the vial.
Senzan nodded.
The two scrolls contained incredible knowledge.
The first was Orochimaru’s personal insights and innovations regarding Wind Release ninjutsu.
The second contained the technique that would eventually become one of Orochimaru’s signature moves: Hidden Shadow Snake Hands.
However, Senzan was quite confused as to why Orochimaru had given him a Wind Release scroll.
Logically, his natural chakra affinities should be Fire and Earth.
Wind Release shouldn’t suit him at all.
But Orochimaru quickly provided an explanation, handing the boy a slip of paper.
“Have you always believed your chakra affinities were strictly Fire and Earth?” Orochimaru asked smoothly.
“I do not think so.
For you to grasp the complex spatial mechanics of the Flying Thunder God Jutsu, you must possess a foundational affinity for Wind Release.”
Orochimaru’s eyes gleamed with absolute certainty—the unshakeable confidence of a Sannin and a master scientist.
Skeptical, Senzan took the Chakra Induction Paper and channeled a small amount of chakra into it.
The paper instantly reacted.
It didn’t just show one or two reactions; it divided into four distinct sections.
One corner ignited into ash, another crumbled into dry dirt, the third grew damp with water, and the fourth sliced cleanly in half.
Senzan was completely dumbfounded.
‘Holy crap!
I actually have four chakra natures?!’
“Just as I suspected.
Wind, Fire, Earth, and Water.
Excellent.
Very excellent,” Orochimaru praised, his smile widening into something genuinely appreciative.
“To possess four elemental affinities on top of a Kekkei Genkai…
you are an absolute genius.”
It was worth noting that Orochimaru himself possessed all five basic chakra natures.
However, Senzan’s Transparency Kekkei Genkai more than compensated for his lack of Lightning Release.
After all, a standard elemental affinity could hardly compare to the sheer, overpowered utility of a bloodline limit.