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The western region of the Land of Fire, along the southern coastal areas bordering the Land of Rivers.
Deep within the dark, damp forest, a Konoha squad was desperately trying to evade pursuit. However, their situation was growing increasingly dire.
"Captain, we can't escape!"
"The enemies behind us are closing in fast!"
"Report! There's a Sand Village puppet squad blocking the path ahead!"
It was evident that the situation was spiraling out of control, tilting completely against Konoha's favor.
"Damn it." The squad leader scanned his surroundings, his expression growing darker with each passing second. "It looks like we have no way out."
His strength was nothing exceptional. He was barely at the level of an elite Chūnin.
To make matters worse, his subordinates were just a group of fresh graduates from the Ninja Academy.
By all logic, they shouldn't have drawn this much enemy attention. It was clear that they had, by sheer misfortune, stumbled upon a force in the middle of executing a major operation.
Realizing there was no hope of escape, the team leader made a decision. If they were going to die here, then he would at least take one of the enemies with him.
But what pained him the most was that these young shinobi, who had placed their trust in him, would have to perish as well.
Just as he steeled himself for a final stand, three of the young Genin suddenly exchanged glances, mischievous grins creeping onto their faces.
"Ah, that's right! We can use that!"
"Yeah, it's finally time to let it shine!"
"Hehe, to be honest, I've been itching to try it out!"
Seeing their expressions, the squad captain was taken aback. A glimmer of hope flickered in his mind. Could it be that his subordinates had some kind of hidden trump card?
"Which one should we use first?"
"Let's start with the Shadow Clone Jutsu. That should even out the numbers."
Before the captain could fully grasp their conversation, the three Genin quickly formed a single-handed seal.
The next moment, a faint mist engulfed the area.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
In the blink of an eye, the battlefield was flooded with thirty shadow clones.
The tables had turned.
"What the fuck..." The captain's jaw nearly hit the ground.
He had personally exchanged merit points for the Shadow Clone Jutsu before. It was an invaluable tool for reconnaissance, setting traps, and luring enemies.
But even with all his experience, he had never managed to summon more than ten clones at once. And when he did, their power was so diluted that they were weaker than Genin-level shinobi.
Yet these three... Their clones didn't seem to be suffering from any noticeable drop in strength.
What in the world was going on?
On the other side of the battlefield, the three Genin, seeing their clones materialize successfully, immediately grew excited.
"Hehe, watch this! Water Dragon Bullet Technique!"
Without forming a single seal, a massive water dragon surged forth, crashing into the enemy ranks and submerging them in its torrents.
"My turn! Great Dragon Fire Technique!"
A colossal fire dragon roared through the air, incinerating the incoming enemies in an instant.
"Now me! Chidori Sharp Spear!"
A four-meter-long lightning blade pierced through the ranks, skewering several enemies in an instant.
Before long, the tide of battle had completely shifted.
"What the hell is going on with these brats?!" The Sand shinobi were in utter disbelief.
Using jutsu was not shocking in itself. The real problem was that the Konoha Genin were not even forming seals.
Many times, they assumed the kids were preparing for taijutsu combat, only to be blindsided by a surprise ninjutsu attack.
It was not that the jutsu were overwhelmingly powerful. They were still within the normal range of A-rank techniques. The real issue was that they appeared out of nowhere, without warning or preparation, making them nearly impossible to defend against.
When had the shinobi world developed so many "seal-less jutsu"?
Was this the secret behind Konoha's dominance as the strongest Hidden Village?
In just a short time, the pursuing enemy force was completely wiped out. However, the three Genin still seemed unsatisfied.
"That's it? It's already over?"
"I still have six scrolls left that I haven't even used!"
"Eh, I guess this is fine. I only had one left anyway."
Off to the side, the squad captain stood frozen, utterly baffled. He suddenly felt... old. When had the world changed so much? Why did he have no idea what they were talking about?
Noticing his confusion, the three Genin finally revealed the truth.
"Actually, Captain, we're using something called Scientific Ninja Tools."
"They can store and release jutsu at will!"
After listening to their explanation and recalling the strict orders from higher-ups to keep this technology confidential until deployment, the captain finally understood.
"So that's why… No wonder you could use so many jutsu without forming seals!"
"If this technology spreads, Konoha will be invincible!"
A similar situation was playing out across the entire western battlefield.
More and more enemy shinobi found themselves caught off guard by Konoha's "seal-less jutsu."
Even Jōnin-level shinobi, who typically had the experience to counter most tactics, were falling victim to these unpredictable attacks. Chūnin and Genin, who had even slower reaction speeds, stood no chance.
Fire and water jutsu were appearing everywhere, and occasionally, a thunderous sound would echo as the Chidori technique was unleashed.
The most shocking event occurred when a lone Genin, trapped in a desperate situation, casually raised his hand and activated Wood Release: Nativity of a World of Trees. This was a legendary jutsu, known as the signature technique of Hashirama Senju.
That single act completely altered the course of the battle.
The Sand shinobi, lacking any prior experience in countering such techniques, found themselves utterly overwhelmed.
"What's going on? Am I imagining things? Since when did Konoha's Genin become more troublesome than their Jōnin?!"
"No… I feel the same way."
"At least Jōnin have known weaknesses. We have intelligence files on them, so we can prepare in advance. But these Genin…"
"This is absurd! Yesterday, I fought a kid who could use combined-element jutsu! If I weren't a puppeteer, I might not have made it back alive!"
"What kind of training does Konoha even put its Genin through?!"
This was the question everyone was asking. Unfortunately, no one had an answer.
In just three days, despite having twice the number of troops, the Sand forces were completely routed. Their defensive line in the Land of Rivers collapsed, forcing them to retreat all the way back to the border of the Land of Wind.
At first, they braced themselves for an all-out invasion. But strangely, Konoha's forces suddenly stopped advancing.
"Are they hesitant to invade the Land of Wind?"
Many of the Sand shinobi began to believe this was the case.
In reality, only Konoha's forces knew the truth.
The Genin had run out of jutsu scrolls.
Back in the village, production was being ramped up, but until the new supplies arrived, they were ordered to avoid unnecessary conflict.
For two months, the battlefield remained eerily quiet.
Then, just as the Sand forces had finished replenishing their numbers and were preparing for a counteroffensive, the worst possible nightmare descended upon them.
Konoha's Genin had returned—fully rearmed.
Faced with such incomprehensible power, the Sand forces suffered the most devastating defeat in their history.
An army nearly ten thousand strong was utterly shattered. The once-imposing formations of the Sand shinobi, which should have been their greatest strength, crumbled helplessly in the face of Konoha's relentless onslaught.
The casualties mounted rapidly, and any semblance of strategic coordination was completely lost.
It was a crushing, irreversible defeat.
Seeing the enemy in disarray, Uchiha Izuna showed no mercy. He led the Konoha forces in a relentless advance, driving deep into the heart of the Land of Wind. There would be no respite for the defeated, only the bitter price of their failure.
By the fourteenth year of Konoha's founding, Sunagakure, unable to mount any further resistance, was finally forced to accept reality.
Ignoring the objections of the Shinobi Sect's envoys, they officially declared their defeat in the war.
The cost of this war had been devastating for Sunagakure. Over seven thousand shinobi had been lost, an uncountable number were wounded, and the economic toll was beyond calculation.
Yet, amid the suffering, they were left with one crucial revelation: they had uncovered the true source of Konoha's overwhelming power.
A revolutionary force known as Scientific Ninja Tools.
Compared to this technological marvel, the puppet techniques the Sand shinobi had once prided themselves on now seemed crude and outdated, almost laughably primitive.
The bitterness of defeat was undeniable, but the leaders of Sunagakure no longer lingered on the past. Instead, their focus shifted entirely to a single objective: unlocking the secrets of Scientific Ninja Tools.
If they could reverse-engineer these advancements, then surely, they could recover from this loss and rise again.
Thus, Sunagakure gathered every skilled researcher and craftsman they could find, pouring all their resources into the study of these enigmatic tools.
Yet, despite their determination, they quickly realized the harsh truth: this was technology decades beyond anything the shinobi world had ever seen.
Their attempts to decipher it were akin to primitive tribesmen trying to understand a modern smartphone. Forget replicating it—they could barely comprehend its workings.
Blindly pursuing such knowledge without a proper foundation was not only futile but could even lead to disastrous consequences.
Meanwhile, in the Land of Lightning, Kumogakure faced a similar predicament.
The miniature ninjutsu scrolls, once reserved for the Uchiha-led battlefield, were finally distributed en masse to Tobirama Senju's forces in the north after the war in the Land of Wind had concluded.
Yet, this blatant favoritism did not go unnoticed.
Hyūga Yayoi, a staunch supporter of Kyōsuke, had ensured that these supplies were prioritized for Uchiha-led battles.
Tobirama, despite his protests, had no choice but to accept the reality of the situation. At the very least, he could take solace in the fact that he was receiving them at all.
"Even in death, that bastard is still making my life difficult," Tobirama grumbled, his frustration evident. With nowhere else to direct his anger, he could only vent his irritation at the Raikage.
However, with the supply of ninjutsu scrolls, Konoha's northern forces swiftly regained their momentum. What had once been a grueling campaign against Kumogakure turned into a fierce counteroffensive.
Soon, the shinobi of Kumogakure learned a harsh lesson: Konoha's so-called "genin" were far more dangerous than their rank suggested.
Word spread rapidly across the battlefield:
"If you encounter a Chūnin from Konoha, don't be afraid. Stand your ground and fight."
"If you come across a Jōnin, don't panic. Retreat if possible, but if escape is not an option, hold your ground and you might survive."
"But if you ever see a Konoha Genin running toward you with an eager grin, run. Run as fast as you possibly can."
At first, the Raikage scoffed at such claims, dismissing them as mere exaggerations. That was, until he himself was sent flying by a single punch from a Wooden Golem.
It was only then that he was forced to accept the bitter truth.
He, the Raikage, the undisputed leader of Kumogakure, had been injured by a mere child of the Senju Clan.
His rage burned hot, but beneath that fury, a deep-seated fear took root.
Konoha had grasped a power unlike anything the world had ever seen. Who could possibly stand against them now?
Even after losing the protection of the Three Gods, Konoha had not declined. If anything, they had grown even stronger.
By February of Konoha's fourteenth year, Kumogakure was left with no choice but to sign yet another humiliating treaty, acknowledging their defeat and agreeing to a series of crippling reparations.
Two months later, in April, Kirigakure followed suit, surrendering and offering vast resources to the Land of Whirlpools as compensation.
And with that, after two long years, the First Shinobi World War had finally reached its conclusion.
Konoha, having single-handedly confronted and triumphed over the combined forces of the three great Hidden Villages, emerged victorious in a way that would be remembered for generations to come.
In the aftermath, the Shinobi Sect, humbled by Konoha's overwhelming power, adopted a more cautious and subdued approach. They made repeated attempts to negotiate with Konoha's leadership, hoping to persuade the village to adopt their philosophies and find some semblance of common ground.
But their efforts were in vain.
Any fool who dared to challenge Konoha's authority was swiftly and mercilessly dealt with, personally by Uchiha Haruto.
By the fifteenth year of Konoha's founding, Uchiha Haruto had reached the age of twenty, his strength officially entering the realm of the Super Kage. In his base form, he was already comparable to Madara and Hashirama at the end of the Warring States Period in the original timeline.
If he were to unleash his dōjutsu to its full potential, the actual extent of his power would depend on the caliber of his opponent.
Hashirama himself had once tested his abilities, and in a state of fully activated ocular powers, Haruto could briefly attain combat prowess rivaling that of the Six Paths level.
"As expected of Kyōsuke's son. He's far stronger than my own brat."
"With him here, Konoha's future is in safe hands."
However, in the eighth month of that same year, a devastating piece of news spread through the village like wildfire.
Senju Hashirama—the man once proclaimed as the God—was gravely ill.
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