Naruto, my father's name is Uchiha Madara.

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Moreover, the emotion contained in those eyes was no longer destruction and madness, but a kind of reproach mixed with a hint of barely perceptible relief.

"Didn't I teach you?"

Ban slowly sat up, stretched his seemingly stiff neck, and said in a reprimanding tone, "A man can bleed, can die in battle, but he must never shed tears easily! Especially after victory!"

That tone! That expression!

Naruto and Sasuke instantly went on high alert, with Sasuke even instinctively gripping the Kusanagi sword tighter!

However, Madara was not angry at all when he saw their tense demeanor.

Instead, a faint, approving smile appeared on his lips: "Hmph! Not bad at being vigilant. It seems my teachings haven't been in vain."

Just those two sentences, and that unique, awkward way of showing concern, made Naruto instantly realize something!

The wariness in his eyes instantly turned into ecstatic joy, his voice trembling with disbelief and excitement: "You...you're Dad?! Is it really you?! Dad!"

Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Naruto lunged forward and hugged Madara tightly as he sat on the ground.

Tears welled up again, but this time, they were tears of joy from finding what was lost: "It's so good! It's so good! Dad! You're still here! You didn't disappear!"

Madara, who was being held tightly by Naruto, smiled gently and patted Naruto's back.

"Oh my, what a touching reunion scene."

However, the next second, "Ban's" expression and tone suddenly changed.

He became cheerful and energetic, even with a touch of playfulness!

That's clearly Hashirama Senju's tone!

"Hashirama!!"

Madara's expression instantly changed back to one of anger: "Who gave you permission to make such a disgusting face using my body?! Get out!"

"What does it matter, Madara!"

Hashirama's voice appeared again, and the person controlling Madara's body shrugged innocently: "Didn't the other 'you' already agree to let us 'share' each other for a while?"

"Anyway, he's already gone, so this body is just sitting empty."

"What does his agreement have to do with me?! This is my body!!"

Ban roared in exasperation, trying to regain control of his body.

For a moment, everyone present stared in disbelief as "Uchiha Madara" argued with himself, his face flushed red.

One moment his tone was arrogant and cold, the next it was cheerful and bold, his expression seamlessly switching between anger and irritability and sunshine.

Naruto and Sasuke exchanged a glance, both seeing understanding and a hint of helpless exasperation in each other's eyes.

It turns out that it wasn't just "Dad's" consciousness that inexplicably returned and took over this soulless body.

Even Hashirama's soul came in!

The souls of two ancestors now reside in this body?!

Seeing this strange yet inexplicably harmonious scene before him, Naruto burst into laughter through his tears, and Sasuke's lips also curled up slightly.

Kakashi rubbed his forehead, feeling his Sharingan twitching: "What... what's going on..."

Sakura looked bewildered and shocked: "Eh? Eh?! Madara-sensei... and the First Hokage... are in the same body?!"

Despite the unexpected and chaotic process, important family members and elders "came back" in this incredible way.

The shadow of war finally dissipated completely, and sunlight pierced through the clouds, shining on this land that had suffered so much yet was now teeming with new life.

Chapter 519 Peaceful Daily Life

The dust of the Fourth Shinobi World War has finally settled slowly with the passage of time.

The world has ushered in a long-awaited, true peace.

The wounds of war take time to heal.

But the flame of hope has been rekindled on the ruins, and it burns brighter than ever before.

Although some survived the war and possessed extraordinary power or special backgrounds.

They still roam the shadowy corners of the ninja world or live openly and honestly.

For example, a scientist who is still obsessed with immortality, or an orphanage teacher who decides to turn over a new leaf.

However, they were all under the close surveillance of the Allied Shinobi Forces.

Fortunately, after experiencing so much, they have lost that desire to overthrow the entire world.

As long as they don't cross the line, the new order provides a certain degree of tolerance and room for survival.

The Allied Shinobi Forces did not disband after the war ended; instead, they continued in a more cohesive form.

The Fourth Shinobi World War proved two things through blood and fire:

First, Naruto's warning about the "future" was not unfounded; potential threats could come from any unexpected corner, or even from beyond the heavens.

Secondly, the upper limit of individual strength has completely overturned the traditional understanding of ninjas in the face of beings at the Six Paths level. It is no longer a realm that can be contended with by relying on numbers or ordinary Kage-level strength.

Unity is the cornerstone of survival.

After lengthy negotiations and consultations, the five great nations and their ninja villages reached an agreement.

Ultimately, they decided to set aside past suspicions and misunderstandings and form an unprecedented ninja federation.

This is not a simple military alliance, but a consortium aimed at sharing intelligence, coordinating resources, and jointly responding to potential future threats of unprecedented scale.

The Federation's headquarters were located in the Iron Country to demonstrate its neutrality.

Of course, all these grand structures and future challenges are still far off for ordinary people and most ninjas who have just recovered from the flames of war.

Right now, the most important thing is to enjoy this hard-won, peaceful daily life.

Time flies, and two years have quietly passed since the final battle in the Valley of the End.

Konohagakure, Third Training Ground.

Sunlight filters through the lush foliage, casting dappled patterns on the ground.

The air was filled with the fragrance of grass and earth, a scene of tranquility and peace.

Today is the day for the new graduating class of Konoha Ninja Academy to undergo survival training, their first test before becoming true genin.

Several genin trainees, their faces still bearing the innocence of youth, their eyes filled with anticipation and nervousness.

Following the instructions in the manual, we arrived at the designated third training field on time.

They encouraged each other, wondering what kind of Jonin they would encounter as their mentor, and fantasizing about their exciting careers on missions in the future.

However, when they saw the figure standing in the center of the training field, waiting for them...

All anticipation and excitement froze instantly, turning into a bone-chilling cold and an uncontrollable fear.

He was a tall man.

His black, spiky hairstyle gives him a somewhat unruly look.

Wearing a standard Konoha Jonin vest, he somehow exuded an aura of dominance over the battlefield.

He crossed his arms, expressionless, his deep black eyes merely glancing over indifferently.

It made these fledgling children feel as if they were being watched by a prehistoric behemoth, making it difficult for them to even breathe.

Even though he had restrained all his chakra, even though he tried hard to put on a "peaceful" expression.

But that murderous spirit etched into their DNA, originating from the Warring States period.

His existence inspires awe in anyone who knows of his existence, let alone these recent graduates.

Ban cleared his throat, trying to speak in what he considered the most "gentle" tone: "Alright, kids, I'm your instructor for this time..."

"Sorry! We've come to the wrong training ground!"

"Mom! I want to go home!"

"Help! It's Uchiha Madara!"

Before the words were even finished, the children, like startled rabbits, unleashed astonishing potential.

Crying and screaming, they scrambled away from the training ground at several times the speed they had arrived at.

It vanished without a trace in an instant, leaving only a few trampled blades of grass and the dust it kicked up.

Ban's outstretched hand, which he had been trying to use to stop her, froze in mid-air, and the forced, slightly stiff "kindness" on his face completely collapsed.

Instead, he wore an expression that was a mixture of astonishment, frustration, and utter defeat.

"Hey! Don't go... We haven't heard your explanation yet..."

His voice, tinged with a sense of weakness, echoed across the empty training ground, sounding particularly desolate.

This was his third attempt to become a Jonin instructor, and his third time subduing his enemy without a fight.

It scared the entire team so much that they had to go back to school to repeat their studies.

Ban scratched his stubborn black hair in frustration, completely baffled.

Is he really that scary-looking?

Naruto was three years old when he first saw him in the consciousness space.

Not only was she not afraid, but she giggled and pounced on him, pulling his hair and spitting all over his armor.

Why are there such big differences in the reactions of these seven- or eight-year-old children?

"Pfft hahahaha——!"

Deep in his mind, a burst of laughter that had no regard for decorum suddenly rang out, making his head ache.

"The Asura of the Ninja World! The Nightmare of the Battlefield! Now he's actually been reduced to a 'child-proof' creature! Hahaha! I'm dying of laughter!"

Hashirama's energetic voice was full of schadenfreude.

"Shut up, Hashirama!"

Madara's face turned ashen, and he roared inwardly, "How can you blame me? It's just that these kids these days have such poor mental fortitude!"

How can I not blame you?