Chapter 38: So the Land of Whirlpools Has a Kage-Level Strong One After All!!

The dust settled.

The battlefield fell silent. Everyone looked in disbelief at the seven-year-old child standing atop a vast expanse of ruins. His red, tousled hair fluttered in the wind, his right hand casually resting behind his back as his cold gaze swept over the Mist ninjas.

The Mist ninjas shuddered. This… this was the demeanor of a true master!

No, wait—that wasn't the point. The point was that a tailed beast, the Three-Tails, had just been defeated and forced back into its seal.

Everyone knew that tailed beasts were creatures that craved freedom, that longed to breathe fresh air. Yet now, it had retreated. What did that mean? Fear.

Even the Three-Tails must have sensed a threat to its life and didn't dare come out anymore. If even a tailed beast was scared, how could they not be?

Especially that jutsu the kid had just used. What the hell was that?

The sheer force, the blinding light—it was terrifying!

The Six-Tails, seeing the Three-Tails cower, also trembled. What the hell? Since when were kids this strong? Were tailed beasts just doomed to be bullied forever? Were they destined to be treated like punching bags?

Weren't tailed beasts supposed to never submit…?

Just as it was about to fire a Tailed Beast Bomb, the child's icy gaze shifted toward it.

Survival was more important. Survival was more important!

Immediately, the Six-Tails froze. Actually, being restrained like this wasn't so bad.

Little did it know, Uzumaki Jun had only stared at it out of fear. Without Sage Mode, the Rasenshuriken had severely injured his hand. Worse, it had partially petrified.

That was why he kept his hand behind his back—to bluff the Mist ninjas. He was only seven, after all. Even Naruto, when he first used this technique, was nearly an adult, and his hands still got injured.

So…

He couldn't show weakness. If they realized he couldn't use ninjutsu anymore, Hozuki Gengetsu might risk everything to kill him. Because…

The shinobi world couldn't afford another God of Shinobi.

Jun knew he couldn't move, couldn't reveal even a hint of injury. So he stood atop the Three-Tails' sealing pot, disdainfully surveying the battlefield.

Damn it, where were the elders and the clan leaders? Why weren't they coming to help?

And the other Uzumaki clansmen—why weren't they rushing to his aid? Had their recklessness taken over again?

They were all just staring at him in awe and disbelief!

His right hand hurt so much he couldn't even use the Flying Thunder God Technique to retrieve a kunai. Without someone blocking the line of sight, how could he turn around? What if they noticed the side effects of his jutsu?

He had to keep bluffing. No matter what, he had to bluff.

If he succeeded, the war would end. If he failed, the Mist would go berserk trying to kill him.

...

Unbeknownst to him, the entire Uzumaki clan was stunned. Their young lord was this powerful? If that was the case, why fear the Hidden Mist? They could just crush them outright!

Bind the tailed beasts with Adamantine Sealing Chains, then let Jun finish them off, one move per beast.

Hell, maybe even the Mizukage…

The Uzumaki clan members glared at Hozuki Gengetsu with ill intent. Maybe…

They could kill him?

The thought was exhilarating. The Land of Whirlpools had a Kage-level fighter again, and he was only seven. Who could say Jun wouldn't become the next God of Shinobi?

No wonder Jun wasn't afraid of the Mist.

He was just too strong!

He didn't even see them as a threat. Hadn't they already wiped out so many Mist ninjas with minimal Uzumaki casualties?

So…

The Uzumaki clan grew arrogant.

Their eyes burned with bloodlust as they stared down the Mist ninjas, itching for a fight.

Jun's eyelids twitched. Were these idiots really about to charge in?

He only had one shot with that technique. Another was impossible. They couldn't just throw away their lives like this! He'd worked too hard to build up their strength!

Calm down! Was living not good enough?

Meanwhile, the Mist ninjas were terrified.

The Uzumaki's stares were terrifying. At first, they would've welcomed it—this was the Uzumaki they knew. They'd have taunted them, "Come fight! Don't be cowards!"

But now…

It was horrifying.

Even a seven-year-old Uzumaki was this monstrous. And that jutsu that instantly reached the tailed beast…

A space-time ninjutsu?

If so, numbers meant nothing against him.

Even the Mizukage was staring at the boy warily, not daring to act recklessly.

Hozuki Gengetsu watched Jun in shock. This seven-year-old…

Was Kage-level. Undoubtedly Kage-level. With space-time ninjutsu and that horrifying technique—one that could even defeat a tailed beast, this kid was a nightmare.

And his massive chakra and vitality… A seven-year-old with Kage-level strength? He was practically the next God of Shinobi, maybe even worse than Hashirama.

Hashirama hadn't been this strong at seven!

Damn it, why hadn't the Uzumaki revealed they had a Kage-level fighter? This was a trap! And using tactics like shadow clones and deception—what kind of Kage-level fighter resorted to such underhanded methods?

A real powerhouse should fight head-on!

And…

No space-time ninjutsu.

So Gengetsu stayed put. That deep gaze, that cold smile, this kid was terrifying. Even if he attacked, he probably couldn't land a hit. Better to wait and see.

...

If Jun knew what Gengetsu was thinking, he'd spit in his face. Why not go wrestle the Raikage instead of picking on a seven-year-old? Shameless.

Seeing the elders gather around him, Jun relaxed slightly.

Expressionless, he walked to the head elder and whispered, "Seal the Three-Tails. Retreat."

The elder's eyes narrowed, but he gave a subtle nod. Though he didn't understand why they'd retreat at such an opportune moment, he could tell something was wrong with Jun.

Then, where the Mist ninjas couldn't see, Jun activated the Flying Thunder God Technique. The Rasenshuriken's backlash was agony. He needed medical treatment immediately.

But before leaving, there was one last thing to do.

Glare at the Six-Tails.

The Six-Tailed Rhinoceros met the seven-year-old's gaze and immediately submitted, staying docilely bound. This posture might be humiliating, but it was better than being beaten into submission.

Satisfied, Jun vanished in a flash.

...

"Still too weak," Jun muttered as he disappeared.