Naruto, my father's name is Uchiha Madara.

Page 338

He was deeply influenced by the strict teachings of the immortal.

The dishes that Shima-sensei made with his heart are now filled with warm memories.

With this in mind, Naruto immediately made a decision.

He went into the gift shop and carefully selected several boxes of the sweetest and softest-looking Japanese sweets and some high-grade tea leaves suitable for brewing tea.

After packing everything up, I carried the gifts to a deserted alley.

His hands skillfully formed the reverse hand seals for a psychic ritual—

"Anti-psychic art!"

A wisp of white smoke flashed by, and Naruto's figure vanished instantly from the alleyways of Konoha.

The next moment, he was already standing in the moist air of Mount Myoboku, filled with natural energy.

The surrounding area was filled with huge, colorful mushrooms and exotic plants, and the familiar croaking of frogs echoed throughout.

"Hehe, I'm finally back!"

Naruto took a deep breath of the air, which was filled with the fresh scent of plants and a faint smell of toad oil.

With a joyful heart, I walked toward the old-fashioned frog house where the hermits Fukasaku and Shima often lived.

However, when he excitedly pushed open the familiar wooden door carved with a toad pattern, he found it empty.

The stove was still hot, so it looked like someone had been cooking there, but they must have gone out temporarily.

"Huh? Not home?"

Naruto was a little surprised. He put the gift on the table and scratched his head: "Where would the two sages be at this time?"

He stepped out of the hut, looked around, and prepared to ask the other toads for information.

Soon, his gaze was drawn to a familiar figure not far away.

That was the second of the three toad brothers, Toad Jian.

He was sitting on a large rock, grimacing as he rubbed several obvious wounds and bruises on his body with a special herbal ointment made by Mount Myoboku.

Toad Jian is known for his taciturn nature and formidable fighting prowess; it's rare to see him in such a disheveled state.

Naruto rushed over and asked with concern, "Why are you covered in injuries? What happened? Who did you fight with?"

Gamabunta looked up and saw Naruto. A hint of surprise flashed in his usually fierce eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

He replied succinctly, "Nothing. I'm just helping Jiraiya deal with a guy who's good at summoning jutsu."

"Skilled in spirit communication?"

Naruto was taken aback for a moment, then found it somewhat amusing: "Even if you're skilled in summoning jutsu, it shouldn't have come to this, right? Is your opponent that strong?"

He knew Gamabunta's strength; he was definitely one of the top combatants of Mount Myōboku, and ordinary summoned beasts were no match for him.

Hama Jian paused in applying the ointment, his expression becoming unusually serious.

His voice also lowered a few decibels: "The summoned beast that guy summoned... was not only very powerful, but also... extremely strange."

He seemed to be recalling that battle, his tone tinged with lingering fear: "What's even more troublesome is... every summoned beast he summoned... had Rinnegan in its eyes."

"What?! The Rinnegan?!"

Naruto was struck dumb, his relaxed smile completely frozen.

Isn't that the supreme eye technique that only exists in legends and is possessed by the Sage of Six Paths?

So far, he has only seen it once, in the battle in the Land of Snow, on Sasuke's left eye in the future!

How could this be... how could there possibly be a summoning jutsu that could summon a summoning beast with the Rinnegan?!

This was completely beyond his understanding!

After the initial shock, a strong sense of unease, like a cold, venomous snake, followed.

It instantly wrapped around Naruto's heart, making him feel a suffocating chill!

Grandpa Fukasaku and Grandma Shima are not home...

Toad Jian, covered in wounds, returned from the battlefield where he had helped the lecherous immortal...

Summoning beasts possessing the Rinnegan...

These fragments of information collided and combined wildly in his mind, pointing to a terrifying possibility that sent chills down his spine!

"Grandpa Fukasaku and the others aren't home... Could it be... could it be that the perverted sage summoned them all away..."

Naruto's voice began to tremble slightly, and his face turned pale.

Gamakatsu confirmed his guess, his tone heavy: "Before I was sent back, I saw that Lord Jiraiya was already prepared."

"However, the situation... is probably very bad."

"No! I have a very bad feeling!"

Naruto's unease reached its peak instantly, almost to the point of exploding!

If a perverted sage can use Sage Mode without hesitation, then the enemy must be formidable.

Add to that the current sense of unease! He has to go!

He suddenly grabbed Toad Jian's shoulder and urgently asked, "Where was your previous battle?! Tell me quickly! The exact location!"

Seeing Naruto's anxious expression, Gamabunta remained silent for a moment before slowly uttering three words:

"The Hidden Rain Village."

When those three words clearly reached his ears, Naruto felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, instantly chilling him to the bone!

That country that rains all year round, is closed off and mysterious!

The lecherous immortal actually sneaked into that place alone and encountered such a terrifying enemy!

Despair, like a cold tide, instantly overwhelmed Naruto.

He did not leave the Flying Thunder God mark on Jiraiya-sensei!

At the time, it was just for my own convenience to escape and play pranks; I never thought of leaving a life-saving coordinate on the most important teacher!

Now, he can no longer use the Flying Thunder God Technique to teleport directly there!

But if he were to travel solely on his own two legs...

Even if you exert all your strength and run continuously and without stopping at the fastest speed.

It would take at least a day and a night to travel from Konoha to Amegakure in the Land of Rain!

By the time he arrives at Amegakure after traveling thousands of miles... I'm afraid... I'm afraid it will all be too late... I'm afraid he'll only see...

Naruto dared not think any further. Overwhelmed by immense fear and helplessness, he could barely breathe, and his body swayed slightly.

"No...no! This absolutely cannot happen! I must think of a way! I must get there immediately!"

Naruto was like a wild beast trapped in a cage, anxiously pacing around in circles.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and his brain was working frantically at an unprecedented speed, trying to find any possible way to shorten the time.

Reverse communication can only return to Mount Myōboku.

How can a toad communicate with itself in reverse?

Without coordinates, it's impossible to accurately locate the battlefield in Amegakure, and you might even fall directly into a group of enemies!

What to do?! What should we do?!

Just when Naruto was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, almost swallowed by anxiety and despair—

A familiar, soft sound of a spirit summoning spell rang out from not far away!

Naruto, as if grasping at a lifeline, suddenly looked in the direction of the sound!

Then, the familiar figure of Master Shima appeared on the land of Mount Myōboku, accompanied by a wisp of smoke.

She looked tired, as if she had just gone through a long journey.

As if seeing the only glimmer of hope, Naruto shouted with all his might and ran wildly toward Shima!

Chapter 359 Lustful Immortal, Here I Come!

The seemingly endless, cold rain had stopped sometime ago.

But the sky did not clear up; thick, leaden-gray clouds still hung low.

The entire village was shrouded in a suffocating atmosphere of dullness and deathly silence.

A violent explosion suddenly erupted from the tall tower in the center of the village, sending fragments of metal and stone flying everywhere!

A figure was sent flying backward from the smoke and dust of the explosion, like a kite with a broken string.

It managed to adjust its posture in mid-air before crashing heavily onto the muddy ground.

It slid backward awkwardly for another ten meters or so before finally coming to a stop.

He looked utterly miserable at that moment.

His signature long white hair was stained with blood and mud, and his left arm was severed at the shoulder.

The wound only showed rough burn marks, clearly indicating that it had been instantly annihilated by some terrifying force.

His face, which always wore a cynical smile, was now as pale as paper.

His body was covered in fine cold sweat and bloodstains, his breathing was rapid and weak, and he could only support himself with his remaining right arm.

Kneeling on one knee is the only way to avoid falling completely.

Opposite him, the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, revealing five figures.

They were all dressed in black trench coats embroidered with red auspicious clouds, like messengers from the underworld.

They come in various shapes and sizes.

But they all share two common characteristics:

Black objects were stuck in their faces or bodies.

The eerie iron rod