Traveling through Naruto: I am the strongest rotten person!

"Nissan should close his eyes, otherwise I will be at a huge disadvantage when facing the Samsara Eye."

Madara sneered, when did Izuna learn to be so cunning? Is it because he has been hanging out with Tobirama for a long time?

He complained silently in his heart, but he still obeyed and obeyed.

The thin eyelids covered the only pair of reincarnation eyes in the world. Madara's eyes were closed with a smile on his lips, looking extra gentle. The eyelids blocked his sight, but he could still feel the light, and his mood also followed this. Make it shine and become good.

Unable to see, his hearing becomes extremely sensitive. He throws eight shurikens at the same time. Madara needs to use the eight shurikens in his hand to deflect the shurikens thrown by Izuna at him, and also hit the wooden stake. This is extremely difficult. It is not unusual to be able to observe with the Sharingan, but it is a bit embarrassing to rely solely on auditory perception with your eyes closed.

But Izuna doesn't care about this. He has been very confident in Madara's strength since he was a child, and his level of confidence is greater than Madara himself.

"I'm throwing it away, Nissan."

"what."

Crossing her hands in front of her chest, Quan Nai's eyes flashed with excitement, and she used both hands and wrists to throw them out with all her strength. The eight shurikens were like arrows leaving the string, carrying a strong wind, and they all shot towards the clear target. spot.

Feeling the changes in the wind in his ears, Madara threw the shuriken in his hand only when the shuriken was halfway through its journey. He determined the position of the shuriken entirely by relying on the changes in the wind heard by his ears. At the same time, he also needed to keep in mind the wood. The location of the pile is not an easy task.

In terms of strength, although Madara is no younger than Izuna, years of training and practice, as well as the help of Hashirama's cells, have not only prevented him from falling behind, but have become stronger than when he was in his prime.

The eight shurikens intercepted Izuna's attack. There was a crisp sound of metal collision in my ears, with a bit of "buzzing" tremor, followed by several muffled sounds of "boom boom boom". It was a sharp metal blade. The sound made after inserting the stake without hesitation.

"hiss--"

Madara heard a collective gasp.

The shuriken did penetrate the stake, but whether it hit the bullseye is unknown.

He slowly opened his eyes and did not look at the wooden pile immediately. He was actually a little unsure and did not dare to confirm it immediately. He could only confirm his guess by observing the reactions of others.

Madara looked at the crowd not far away and saw Teacher Yamashita and the students looking at him in admiration as if they were looking at gods.

Teacher Yamashita had tears in his eyes. At this moment, he seemed to understand why the students always asked Madara-sama to demonstrate. It turned out that as a bystander, Madara-sama’s every move was a visual feast. To appreciate it so powerful and perfect up close, The exciting performance is really addictive.

After being stunned for almost 2 minutes, these children finally came to their senses. They jumped, laughed and clapped their hands to express their affirmation of the excitement of this duel.

"Madara-sama is so awesome!"

"I also want to become a powerful ninja like Madara-sama!"

"Forget it, you can't even throw it on the stake, hahaha."

The children laughed loudly, and the child who was laughed at was not discouraged and retorted loudly, "I will practice hard from now on, and I will definitely be able to throw it on the wooden stakes!"

"Madara-sama, teach us how to throw shuriken, I want to learn from you!"

"And me, and me..."

"I also want!"

"..."

A group of children swarmed up and surrounded Ban. Ban looked at the group of children calmly. Each of them had a sincere smile on their face, and their eyes were clear and clean. Their love and admiration for him came from the bottom of their hearts. It’s not the false politeness of adults who say one thing on the surface but another behind the scenes.

This was the first time in his life that so many people liked him sincerely. Madara was a little at a loss. He looked at Izuna, who smiled and nodded at him. He then looked at Mr. Yamashita, who was also the same as Mr. Izuna.

A blush stained Ban's face, which was exposed to the long hair on his forehead. He smiled sheepishly, very childish. Such a smile had not appeared on his face for many years. He left the village for the first time. He hasn't laughed like this since, and he doesn't even feel comfortable with it.

But my heart is full, as if my heart is carefully held by a pair of soft hands. I am accepted, liked, and admired by others...

And, be recognized.

Even if they are children.

Looking back at the shurikens at the bull's-eye on the wooden pile, each one hit the bull's-eye with just the right amount of force. Half of the shuriken was sunk into the wooden pile.

This is a perfect demonstration.

For the first time, Madara truly understood Hashirama's words. He looked at these children. They were still little buds on the branches. They longed for the rain, dew and sunshine, absorbed the nutrients from nature, and then one day turned into a green leaf. Green leaves and Green leaves come together to form a shady canopy.

Protecting the village also protects each other.

This is the power that Hashirama has always believed in.

But he didn't really understand it until so many years later. Fortunately, it was not too late.

After this ultra-difficult shuriken duel demonstration, Madara's popularity among students has skyrocketed, and they all enthusiastically signed up for his class. Although not everyone has fire-attribute chakra, just watching makes them People benefited a lot.

For a time, the students spent their time in surprise. Those ninjutsu that seemed boring and ordinary to them became a visual feast when Madara-sama demonstrated them. He could use D-level ninjutsu with S-level effects. He is like a mountain in the distance for them to look up and climb.

For a whole semester, the students had only one impression of the ninjutsu taught by Madara, and that was - breaking through stereotypes.

It turns out that ninjutsu can be used like this!

It turns out that a mediocre ninjutsu with no memory points can still exert such power!

It turns out that there is really a ninja who can be so powerful. He is worthy of being a rival to the First Hokage.

For a ninja like Madara, he may not really be able to teach these little ones anything. Everyone yearns for and worships him more. To put it simply, it is the worship of power. Only those who desire power will urge themselves to become stronger. That's it. For now, the role of spots has already been played.

In his eyes, these students were like radishes in a vegetable field. They were so stupid that they couldn't remember a technique even after the teacher taught it repeatedly. They couldn't even do something as simple as a ninja seal, which was an entry-level ninja.

However, what is rare is that he is not unhappy because of this. When facing a bunch of young sprouts, you have to be more patient.

While Madara was working hard to do his job as "Director Madara" because he was recognized, Izuna's thoughts were completely different from his.

He felt that this job was boring, and he felt as helpless as punching cotton. He did not deny that being a teacher and teaching children was a very meaningful thing, but this job was really not suitable for him. , several times, looking at the school gate, he felt like a bird in a cage.

Izuna decided that when Joruri could refine chakra and become proficient in forming seals, he would leave here completely and continue his life of doing tasks everywhere.

And this wait, a year passed. One year later, when other students could skillfully use the clone technique, Joruri finally succeeded in refining chakra.