Bab 117: Konan's Growth
Konan floated high in the sky, sunlight gently hitting the wings made of white paper, reflecting a dazzling brilliance. With a gentle smile, she softly said:
"I named this technique 'Dance of Paper Style' and developed some unique uses for it. Look, Fuma-sama..."
With a wave of her hand, the white paper fluttered, drifting like little sprites into the distant sky.
Fuma, however, felt no particular excitement at this sight and even felt a bit drowsy. To him, any woman unable to withstand his strength held no appeal or distinctiveness.
In the entire ninja world, the only woman who could interest him was probably Tsunade...
But on the other hand, Obito, standing nearby, was in a completely different state. His mouth was slightly open, red hearts practically shining in his eyes, giving him an expression of absolute awe.
Lost in his own thoughts, he even chuckled to himself, completely forgetting his previous composed image, now replaced with a hint of foolishness.
This display of Konan was practically mesmerizing Obito.
Fuma glanced at Obito, seeing him in such a dazed state, and shook his head with amusement, thinking maliciously:
"If something happened to Konan now—like a thunderbolt from the sky—this kid would probably awaken his Mangekyo Sharingan in fury..."
An interesting thought struck Fuma as he looked at Obito's silly expression, making him chuckle.
If seven-year-old Obito awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan now, Uchiha Madara wouldn't know what to think if he found out…
After all, the talent-limited old Madara only awakened his Sharingan in his teens. Faced with such a strong contrast, Mr. Madara might just bash his head against a wall, giving up on his Moon's Eye plan entirely.
Even Indra's spirit within Madara was probably on par with Obito at Obito's age.
After all, Obito had awakened the two-tomoe Sharingan in anger when Kakashi got scratched, and later, at thirteen, awakened the Mangekyo due to the loss of a woman he cared about.
Now, Obito's feelings for Konan far exceeded what he'd felt for Rin in the original timeline.
If he truly awakened his eyes due to Konan, even Fuma couldn't imagine the terrifying power that might erupt...
They practically ate, lived, and trained together, sticking close to each other even in the Ninja Academy. Their discussions about life and ninjutsu almost gave them the feeling of soulmates.
The parentless Obito, who had always lacked family and companionship, found Konan's maturity and resilience, shaped by a war-torn childhood, perfectly aligned with his needs.
And, most importantly, Konan was really beautiful...
Though the two hadn't crossed any boundaries—at most just held hands—Obito was clearly head over heels.
Konan gazed at the distant paper, her chakra silently surging. She shouted:
"Heaven's Wrath!"
The white paper gradually transformed, each piece taking on the form of an explosive tag and sealing the distant space.
"Boom!"
Flames consumed everything in the distance, the powerful explosion causing the entire training ground to tremble slightly.
Even the distant guards rushed over to investigate the situation, but upon seeing Fuma, they smiled and shook their heads, returning to their posts with admiration.
"As expected of Chief Fuma—his students can accomplish things we can only dream of..."
Hundreds of explosive tags detonated in an instant, displaying a power far beyond Obito's Dragon Flame Song Technique.
Obito stared at the scene in a daze, seemingly lost in thought.
The Konan he thought needed his protection was showing a strength that exceeded his expectations.
"Konan is actually this strong..."
Clenching his fists, Obito cursed his own laziness in his heart:
"Obito, Obito, how could you be so slack? You only trained until two in the morning yesterday..."
Fuma clapped his hands and, looking at Konan with satisfaction, loudly praised:
"Well done, Konan… With just this move alone, even a Jonin would likely fall if ambushed properly."
Konan and Obito—two geniuses who had grown untamed in the original timeline—had now unleashed astounding potential after Fuma poured resources into them.
Nearby, Minato nodded solemnly. Fuma's words weren't an exaggeration; even he would need to use the Flying Thunder God technique to escape if caught in such a flurry of explosive tags.
For a ten-year-old to already create such a sophisticated technique, it was truly terrifying, enough to make Minato slightly doubt his own talent.
"When Konan matures, with more chakra and some structural refinement, this technique's power could reach unimaginable heights..."
"Even Fuma..."
Minato glanced at Fuma's physique and sighed, stopping himself from entertaining that thought.
In this ninja world, nobody knew Fuma's body better than Tsunade and Minato himself, having grown up alongside him.
Minato could tell at a glance that Fuma's physical prowess had advanced yet again.
His Rasengan earlier hadn't even scratched him; it probably couldn't even leave a mark now, let alone hurt him with explosive tags.
For Fuma, these broad-range but limited-power attacks were practically massages.
"Sigh, I can't let myself get complacent. These younger generations keep getting stronger; it's about time I started working on the prototype for my Kekkei Genkai concept..."
Minato's gaze lingered on Konan, his eyes flashing with ideas.
The structure of Dance of Paper Style was much better than the Water Transformation technique, with its flying ability and faster decomposition, fitting perfectly with his vision.
Konan smiled sweetly and handed him a scroll, saying playfully:
"Teacher Minato, consider this ninjutsu my apprentice gift!"
Minato was surprised. Despite having been with Fuma for a while and growing quite thick-skinned, he was genuinely moved by Konan's thoughtfulness, feeling slightly embarrassed.
"Honestly, I can't believe my thoughts were written all over my face and got noticed by a child..."
Minato scratched his head, coughed, and said seriously:
"Don't worry, Konan. Since you're my students, I'll treat you just as Fuma treats me."
Taking the scroll, he then gave Obito a hard tap on the head, mocking:
"This little Uchiha prodigy—look at her, and then look at yourself. Tsk tsk..."
Obito huffed, as though Fuma's praise for Konan applied to him as well, ignoring Minato, sneaking a glance at Fuma, seeming like he wanted to say something.
Obito was a devoted fan of Fuma. From the Second Shinobi War, he'd grown up listening to stories of Fuma's heroic feats in defeating Jinchuriki. Fuma's support had even raised his standard of living.
Meeting Konan only strengthened the mysterious bond between him and Fuma.
For Obito, Fuma was an idol. Although they didn't interact directly, Obito continued to admire him from afar.
During Fuma's induction ceremony as clan chief, Obito had even performed the Fireball Jutsu. Fuma gifted him a chief's robe, calling him "chief material," thrilling him to no end.
Unfortunately, they hadn't interacted privately since, which left Obito yearning to establish a personal connection with Fuma.
Obito subtly puffed out his chest, trying to catch Fuma's attention, showing off the handmade Fuma emblem pinned there.
Amused by Obito's antics, Fuma ruffled his spiky hair and kindly said:
"Obito, you've done a great job too. Keep it up. I wasn't half as good at your age....Both I and the Uchiha clan need young people like you to bear the weight of the future..."
Obito looked shocked, muttering in disbelief, "Really, Chief? I don't believe it!"
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