Chapter 417: Son of an Old Friend
Uzumaki Yuji landed lightly back on the ground.
Beside him, the mountain-sized giant senjutsu dog form rapidly receded.
The golden light faded, its size shrank, and its muscles contracted...
In just a few breaths, the fierce and terrifying beast turned back into a fluffy, round golden puppy that looked only a few months old.
Its four short legs paddled in the air a few times before landing on Yuji's shoulder, rubbing its warm, soft body against Yuji's cheek.
"Yuji, be careful!"
Simba's voice rang in Yuji's ear, carrying an unprecedented gravity.
"This guy... is definitely Uchiha Madara! Although the pressure he gives me isn't as terrifying as when your Mother Hikari is angry, he's still ridiculously strong."
"Among all the Uchiha I've seen, he can definitely rank in the top three. Don't be fooled by the fact that he seems to be just a Soul body now; those Rinnegan are too advantageous in the Pure Land!"
Although Simba had never seen Uchiha Madara with his own eyes, he had seen Senju Hashirama in Hidden Leaf Village when he was young and had heard people mention the terror of this legendary Ninja who was as famous as the First Hokage.
More importantly, the opponent possessed a pair of Rinnegan.
Just then, Senju Hashirama, who followed behind Madara and was equally shocked by the scene just now, walked over quickly.
His heroic face carried doubt and inquiry. His gaze first swept over Yuji, then firmly locked onto the little golden puppy on Yuji's shoulder.
Hashirama leaned in closer, looking carefully. The more he looked, the wider his eyes grew. Finally, a look of realization and unbelievable joy appeared on his face: "This look... you really are Simba!"
"Woof! It's me, Lord Hashirama!"
Simba gave a cheerful bark, his tail wagging like a small windmill, greeting him in a way Hashirama was familiar with.
He still remembered a long time ago when Lady Mito had him stop Hashirama from entering the House of Victory and Defeat to gamble, and Hashirama would always tease him with a smile.
"It really is Simba!"
Having received confirmation, Hashirama laughed heartily and reached out his large hand, wanting to rub Simba's head as he used to. But seeing him now standing on Yuji's shoulder with a "mature and steady" posture, he pulled his hand back somewhat awkwardly and asked curiously instead.
"Simba, how did you become so big just now? I remember you used to... well, in my memory, it seemed you couldn't refine Chakra on your own yet?"
As the former God of Shinobi, Hashirama's perception of Chakra and life forms was extremely keen.
He clearly remembered that Simba was originally just an ordinary, slightly smarter dog. He definitely didn't have that kind of majestic Senjutsu Chakra or the ability to change his size at will.
It was like two completely different dogs.
Simba lay on Yuji's shoulder, scratched his ear with a small paw, and organized his words: "Lord Hashirama, the situation is a bit complicated."
"To put it simply, we accidentally fell into the Pure Land from an unstable time-space rift; we're from the future."
"As for why I know these things, it's because Naruto taught me senjutsu when I first gained sentience."
Simba was now very grateful that he had learned senjutsu when his mind was still simple. If he had been slacking off when he was young like he does now, he definitely wouldn't have been able to learn it.
He pointed his little nose at Yuji, who stood silently nearby, his tone carrying obvious pride: "Also, this is Uzumaki Yuji, Naruto's son."
"Naruto's son."
Hashirama suddenly turned his head and looked Yuji over carefully again, his gaze even more burning and curious this time.
He stroked his chin and remarked with emotion, "Oh! Is the Sixth Hokage's son already this big? Time really flies..."
"The last time I saw that kid Naruto, he was only thirteen."
"In the blink of an eye, even his son can stand on his own?"
His tone was full of sighs for the passage of time and gratification for the growth of the younger generation. At the same time, his gaze toward Yuji became softer and more concerned.
Since he was the son of an old friend and was trapped in the Pure Land, he naturally couldn't just ignore him.
On the other side, Uchiha Madara had slowly descended to the ground, arms crossed. His Rinnegan still coldly watched Yuji and Simba, especially Yuji.
Hearing words like 'Naruto's son' and 'future,' a flash of extreme surprise and even deeper interest crossed his eyes, but the arrogance and scrutiny on his face did not diminish in the slightest.
"Uzumaki Naruto's son? From the future?"
Madara's deep voice rang out, carrying a pressure that dominated the situation. "And you possess a pair of... Rinnegan? Kid, take off your hood and let me see what the son of Hashirama's successor looks like."
"Also, explain how you got here and how you obtained the Rinnegan."
Upon hearing this, Yuji did not hesitate. He raised his hand and gently pulled back the hood that had been concealing his face.
Beneath the hood was a delicate face.
His skin was fair, and his features inherited the best traits of both parents. His eyes were clear, the bridge of his nose was straight, and his lips were beautifully shaped. Together, they created a beauty that transcended gender.
However, what drew Madara and Hashirama's attention most was not his appearance, but that head of vibrant red hair.
He looked up, unblinkingly meeting Uchiha Madara's scrutinizing and oppressive Rinnegan, his expression calm.
"My dad was also very surprised when he first found out."
Yuji spoke, his voice clear and his tone carrying a hint of helpless recollection and a smile. "However, I did indeed naturally awaken these eyes while refining Chakra on my own."
These eyes had certainly brought him a lot of trouble!
He had heard his old man mention before that among their large group of siblings, theoretically, the ones most likely to inherit or awaken the Rinnegan should have been Taiyi and Yuyun.
He hadn't expected that the one to awaken the Rinnegan would be him.
Seeing Yuji's hair color, Senju Hashirama was momentarily stunned, then seemed to remember something, a look of realization dawning on his face.
He remembered the Uzumaki girl with the same red hair who followed Uzumaki Naruto.
"Is your mother Karin?"
Hashirama asked tentatively, his tone carrying a bit of confirmation. In his memory, the red-haired woman close to Naruto seemed to be her.
Yuji nodded, his mouth twitching twice before he revealed a helpless smile: "Mm, yes."
At the mention of his mother, images involuntarily surfaced in Yuji's mind.
His mother, already over thirty, seemed to instantly switch personalities whenever she returned to his old man's side.
She would throw herself at Naruto and hug him regardless of her image, acting spoiled in an exaggerated tone; she would circle around Naruto with glowing eyes, chatter incessantly about trivial matters; occasionally, she would even throw a small tantrum because Naruto paid attention to the other mothers...
That clinginess and sense of dependence were even more like a little girl's than his youngest sister, Himawari.
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