Who Am I? I'm Your Master

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"I never wanted to hurt you!"

One Iron Man suit was already tough enough for Konoha to handle.

And now there were more!?

Tsunade looked at Ron with a pleading gaze, struggling to prop herself up, gasping for breath.

Ron, however, remained unfazed, admiring the view in front of him.

"Too late."

As a transmigrator, and one with both offensive and defensive capabilities, he could have gone

full Homelander the moment he arrived.

But he didn't.

That was already a strong display of his moral restraint.

He had the Iron Man suit.

He had Tony Stark's support.

He even had a dimensional space that could make him stronger anytime, anywhere.

If he wanted to, he could go on a rampage in this world, absorbing the energy

from countless corpses, surpassing the Otsutsuki, and becoming the ultimate god of the ninja

world—free to do whatever he pleased.

For any transmigrator, safety was always the top priority.

And Tsunade had crossed the line.

"Enma!!!"

At that moment, Hiruzen Sarutobi roared in anger.

The next second, Enma lunged forward, grabbing hold of the Iron Man suit.

But the suit's chest reactor lit up, and in an instant, a powerful energy blast shot straight

through Enma's chest.

A gaping hole was left behind.

Tsunade trembled all over but didn't dare to turn around.

Ron casually narrated what happened.

"Oh, that big monkey? Yeah, its chest just got blasted through."

"If you go heal it now, you might save it."

"Wanna go? I won't stop you."

Tsunade's body shook even harder.

Ron's words painted an image in her mind, but something was off.

The blood pouring from Enma's chest slowly transformed—into Ron's face.

Smiling at her through the hole in the monkey's body.

Tsunade's eyes widened in terror as she collapsed against Ron, too scared to even open them.

Seeing her fear reach its peak, Ron suddenly realized...

He really was acting like a villain.

Objectively speaking, Tsunade wasn't a bad person.

Most of Konoha's people weren't bad either.

But this wasn't about objectivity.

From Ron's perspective, they were all enemies.

If he didn't strike first, Konoha wouldn't let him go either.

So what was the choice?

Beg for forgiveness?

Or fight back?

Was that even a question?

Suddenly, Ron's expression shifted.

He grabbed Tsunade and vanished in an instant.

The very next moment, a massive snake head, as large as half a house, burst out from

the ground, its jaws wide open.

If he had reacted any slower, he would've been swallowed whole.

Orochimaru licked his lips in disappointment.

If that attack had landed, he wouldn't just have captured Ron—he would have gotten

his hands on Tsunade's flesh as well.

Even a small piece would be enough for his experiments.

Ron looked around at the Konoha shinobi closing in, their hands already forming

various jutsu seals.

He stomped the ground.

In an instant, all the ninjas froze in shock.

Right in front of them, a massive wooden giant erupted from the ground beneath Ron's feet.

Jutsu rained down on it, sending splinters flying everywhere, but the wooden titan

remained standing.

Its enormous hands swung through the battlefield, swatting away incoming ninja like insects.

Several ANBU and Root operatives were crushed to death on impact.

Ron casually stored their bodies in his dimension.

The Root and ANBU elites were mostly jonin-level.

Genin and chunin were useless to him.

But jonin? He wasn't about to waste them.

"Wood... Wood Release!? No way!!!"

"It has to be fake! No one besides the First Hokage could use that jutsu!"

The chaos and the desperate shouts of disbelief sent shockwaves through the battlefield.

Hiruzen and Jiraiya, in the midst of their battle, flinched, their hearts pounding.

They instinctively glanced over.

The massive wooden colossus loomed over the battlefield, casting a shadow over the entire area.

The ground within a hundred meters was cracked and shattered.

It was real.

It was really Wood Release.

Danzo stared at Ron, his expression dark and unreadable.

This was the power he had spent his entire life coveting.

And yet, it appeared in someone else!

Compared to the others, Orochimaru's reaction was different.

His eyes gleamed—not with shock, but with fascination.

A living, breathing Hashirama Senju.

If he could get his hands on Ron...

Who needed Hashirama's DNA anymore?

Ron was the ultimate test subject.

"Who... who are you really!?"

Tsunade, so shaken by what she saw, momentarily forgot her hemophobia.

She was still in Ron's arms, standing atop the wooden giant's head.

The texture, the sensation—it was exactly the same as her grandfather's Wood Release technique.

She wasn't mistaken.

It was identical!

Was he a Senju?

Was that why he got so angry when she questioned him?

Ron exhaled heavily.

Even with a power level of 200, using the Wooden Giant was pushing it.

If not for the higher-quality energy from his dimension, this technique alone would have

drained him dry.

And if his energy and battle power weren't separate stats, his combat ability would have

plummeted to below 10.

But damn...

How could he resist using a wooden mecha when he had the chance?

If he had more energy, he would've summoned True Several Thousand Hands and flattened Konoha.

Hearing Tsunade's question, Ron turned to her with a grin.

Seeing the guilt and newfound admiration in her eyes, his hand slid behind her and

squeezed firmly.

"Who am I?"

"From today onward... I'm your master."

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