Naruto entry

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From the outside, this would create the illusion that the attack penetrated Obito's body.

In reality, they didn't even touch Obito. After the attack, the part of his body that had been transferred away would immediately be transferred back.

The fact that it can consistently activate space-time ninjutsu with such low energy consumption is probably one of the reasons why "Kamui" is so durable.

After waiting for several hours, Qingmu reopened the spatial portal.

The puppet clone also emerged from it, its body covered in frost, as if it had gone to an extremely cold place.

With a bang, a cloud of smoke appeared in the quiet room.

All the memories possessed by the puppet clone were inputted into Kiyoshi's mind.

"So that's how it is, it's an ice and snow space?"

Kiyoshi stroked his chin.

This intelligence is quite valuable; it was worth the long wait.

If the puppet clone were to be directly dispelled, the chakra would not be able to return to Kiyoshi across such a vast distance.

Naruto placed the shadow clones on Mount Myōboku to sustain himself, where they absorbed natural energy and refined many "Sage Chakra" shadow clones. He summoned the shadow clones using a large scroll and then released them to absorb the "Sage Chakra".

Kiyoshi didn't know if the summoning technique would work, so he didn't inscribe a summoning contract on the puppet's clone.

"In that case, perhaps we can go and investigate to see if Kaguya Otsutsuki left anything behind."

Kiyoshi thought to himself.

The several alternate dimensions created by Kaguya Ōtsutsuki through "Ame no Minaka" and the buildings on them should all be from the time of the Sage of Six Paths.

After being sealed away, Kaguya Otsutsuki was clearly no longer able to use "Amenominaka".

Otherwise, the "Six Paths: Planetary Devastation" technique used by the Sage of Six Paths and his brother together wouldn't have been effective against her, and she would have escaped directly.

"I hope Kaguya can leave behind some good things."

Kiyoshi secretly said.

Ideally, there should be some hair, nails, or other remnants, as this would greatly advance his research on bloodline limits.

……

Itachi's slender fingers gently tapped the still-freshly inked report card, the edge of the paper leaving a slightly cool touch on his fingertips.

In the grading column for each subject, there is a word "Excellent".

He was first in the entire grade in physical skills, ninjutsu, personal qualities, teamwork, and tactical simulation.

"Brother, these are your previous grades."

Sasuke stared at the paper with curiosity, his eyes reflecting the fresh handwriting.

He looked up, his face full of the innocent longing that only a child has.

"Just some minor achievements from the past."

Itachi's gaze passed over the eaves and landed on the large fan-shaped family crest on the courtyard wall.

"My father told me to keep going and become an excellent ninja like my brother."

Sasuke's voice was filled with cautious anticipation.

Sasuke still harbored hope deep down.

She also possesses abilities that her brother doesn't have.

I'm sure I can become that amazing someday.

Itachi looked down at Sasuke.

Those dark eyes were slightly out of focus in the interplay of light and shadow.

What he saw was not only his younger brother's yearning for power, but also a child's desire to be seen.

That longing was all too familiar; he too had longed to be seen by his father, to be praised, and to be understood when he was young.

Itachi could see the longing for approval in the depths of Sasuke's eyes.

He keenly sensed that Sasuke not only wanted his father's approval, but also his brother's approval.

What children crave is not comparison with others, but affirmation of their uniqueness.

When Kiyoshi compared his youngest son to his eldest, even with the most fervent expectations, it became an invisible negation for Sasuke.

At this age when he most needs to be seen, his brother's dazzling brilliance has become a shadow that makes it hard for him to breathe.

Itachi suddenly realized that his excellence had become a hindrance to his younger brother's growth.

His dazzling talent caused his younger brother, who should have been able to grow freely, to live in his shadow.

At that moment, Itachi questioned his innate talent for the first time.

“You will definitely succeed in the future, because you are your father’s son. Your father’s talent is beyond our imagination.”

Itachi looked up at the sky, which was divided into four squares by the high walls. The sunset was fading its color little by little, just like his mood at that moment.

A barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, a smile that concealed too many indescribable emotions.

Sasuke has regained his confidence for some reason, and he is very happy.

"However, excellence... is something that requires careful consideration."

He tried to bring a smile to the corners of his eyes and reached out to ruffle his younger brother's soft black hair.

It's been a long time since we've done this affectionate gesture.

“Those who possess power are destined to be lonely and are prone to arrogance, even if they initially only wanted to become a better version of themselves.”

This statement was both a warning to his younger brother and a reflection on his own actions.

He couldn't help but recall the words he had spoken to Uchiha Izumi not long ago: what right did he have to question the reasons why others became ninjas?

He thought himself wise and superior; wasn't this unconscious sense of superiority a manifestation of arrogance?

Sasuke looked worriedly at his brother, who had suddenly fallen silent, his eyelashes casting an uneasy shadow beneath his eyes.

He could sense the heavy aura emanating from his brother, but he didn't know what it was.

After a long silence, Itachi spoke again, each word carrying immense weight:

“But you are my brother, one of the few relatives I have in this world. I will become an obstacle you must overcome, and I will always protect you.”

His gaze was sharp and fixed on Sasuke.

"Even if you hate me for it, that's what it means to be a brother."

Sasuke's lips parted slightly, a thousand words swirling in his throat.

He wanted to say, "I will never hate you," he wanted to say, "Please look at me more," and he wanted to say, "Can you please stop pushing me away?"

But the words caught in his throat, turning into a silent tremor.

He simply nodded, struggling to lift his small chin.

She wanted to show her brother that she could be strong too.

Itachi gazed at his younger brother and suddenly smiled softly.

The wind swept through the corridor, rustling the leaves in the courtyard.

……

The afternoon sun, carrying a twilight warmth, slanted through the towering walls of the Uchiha clan's territory, casting long shadows on the bluestone path.

Kiyoshi stopped in front of Uchiha Hazuki's courtyard gate.

Traditional Japanese courtyard walls are not high, allowing views of some of the interior.

The gate to the courtyard was a simple wooden fence, and it was not locked.

He reached out and pushed the door open; the hinges creaked open.

In the courtyard, Uchiha Hazuki was standing with her back to him, tiptoeing, hanging a dark blue women's kimono on a bamboo pole to dry.

The clothes were washed until they were somewhat faded, clearly indicating that Uchiha Hazuki, a Chunin, was struggling financially while raising Uchiha Izumi.

The afternoon light outlined her slender and taut waistline, and the hem of her simple light-colored kimono swayed slightly with her movements.

"Hazuki-nee, it seems Izumi hasn't finished school yet..."

Kiyoshi's voice was soft and steady as it reached her ears.

As if pricked by an invisible needle, Uchiha Hazuki's back instantly froze.

The raised arm paused in mid-air, the fingers unconsciously clenching the damp fabric.

She slowly turned around, the sunlight shining directly on her face, and the color in her cheeks was visibly fading.

Her dark eyes were filled with obvious fear, her pupils trembled slightly, her gaze swept frantically across Qing Si's face, then quickly fell back down, staring intently at the green grass in front of her feet.

"Seiji...sir..."

Her voice was dry, almost as if it were being squeezed out of her throat.

His hands instinctively moved in front of him, his fingers tightly intertwined, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Qing Si didn't say much, but simply turned his hand and gently closed the courtyard gate.

With a soft click, he stepped forward onto the gravel path in the courtyard.

As he approached, Hazuki Uchiha began to retreat step by step, staggering and accidentally kicking the edge of a flowerpot beside her, without even realizing it.

"Don't you want me to come in and sit down?"

Kiyoshi said.

"Please take a seat."

Having no other option, Hazuki Uchiha had to let Kiyoshi in.

Kiyoshi followed closely behind and stepped into the living room, closing the sliding door completely behind him.

The indoor light suddenly dimmed, with only a hazy glow filtered through the paper door, barely illuminating the traditional tatami mats, low table, and cabinet in the corner.

The air was filled with a faint scent of camphor wood and incense.

Kiyoshi had already walked up to her, so close that he could smell the faint scent of soap on her.

He lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over her eyes and brows as if they were real, those eyes that were filled with fear yet made all the more alluring, the small, perfectly placed beauty mark at the corner of her eye, and finally settling on her slightly trembling lips.

"Sister Ye Yue, fortunes change every thirty years... How could you have imagined that things would turn out this way back then?"

"It's so easy," Kiyoshi said slowly.

Uchiha Hazuki suddenly remembered an afternoon many years ago, when Kiyoshi had only been in the Uchiha clan for a short time.

As a member of the Uchiha clan, she possessed the innate sense of superiority inherent in her clan. Faced with this outsider's eager request to learn Uchiha-style ninjutsu, she deliberately delayed, gave perfunctory responses, and even displayed a hint of contempt...

Those details, long buried by the dust of time, are now breathtakingly clear.

Because that was the beginning of the disaster; if it hadn't happened, she wouldn't have offended Uchiha Kiyoshi.

"Izumi...Izumi...she'll be getting out of school soon..."

She uttered Uchiha Izumi's name with difficulty.

"I'll be quick."

Kiyoshi's tone was completely flat. He paused briefly, as if correcting a trivial detail, before continuing:

"Oh no, I mean as fast as possible."

Qingsi smiled slightly.

His physical body is now moving towards the "Sage Body" of Hashirama Senju. It is foreseeable that Kiyoshi's body will have even greater potential than Hashirama Senju's body, which is not impossible.

Kiyoshi was very curious: if an ordinary Uchiha obtained his cells and flesh, could he stimulate the development of the Mangekyou Sharingan?

Mikoto awakened her Sharingan early on, making it impossible for her to provide effective data for the experiments Kiyoshi wanted to conduct.

"But……"

Uchiha Hazuki's expression still held reservations, as if she wanted to say something.

But she could only watch helplessly as Kiyoshi approached.

Bang bang.