Naruto, my father's name is Uchiha Madara.

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Nine-Tails rolled over in its cage, deliberately sighing loudly, "Ugh—what a nuisance. Fourth Hokage, your son's crying is just as annoying as you."

Minato smiled wryly: "Nine-Tails..."

“That’s how it is.” Nine-Tails flicked its tail. “This kid is so energetic when he’s grinning like an idiot, but now he’s crying like a girl.”

Ban coldly interjected, "You scruffy fox, shut up."

Hearing the three voices arguing in his head, Naruto suddenly burst into laughter through his tears: "Hahaha...it seems you really are arguing in my head..."

Minato smiled too, his chakra body glowing faintly: "Naruto, I'm sorry I haven't been able to be by your side all these years."

"N-It's okay!"

Naruto forcefully wiped away his tears, revealing his signature bright smile, "Now I have a dad, I have the Nine-Tails, and..."

He paused, then asked somewhat uncertainly, "Can I call you... Dad?"

Minato's chakra fluctuations suddenly became intense; he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

What a humble request this is, so humble it breaks your heart.

Kurama sneered from the side, "Hey, Fourth Hokage, you're not really crying, are you? How can a Hokage be so pathetic?"

Ban snorted coldly: "At least it's better than that fox that purrs when its head is patted."

"What did you say?!" Nine-Tails' fur stood on end. "Old Madara, do you want to fight?!"

Naruto listened to the argument in his mind and laughed so hard he almost fell over.

Sunlight shone on his blond hair, casting a warm halo around it.

At that moment, he had never felt so clearly that he was no longer alone.

“Hey, Dad…” he said softly, “Could you teach me today’s theory lesson?”

Minato's voice was gentle yet firm: "Of course, my child."

Nine-Tails muttered to himself, "Another hell of academic subjects is about to begin..."

Ban then decisively ordered: "First morning exercise, then study."

Naruto burst into laughter and leaped to his feet: "Yes! Three dads!"

"I'm not your father!" The Nine-Tails' roar echoed in the sealed space.

Chapter 26 Different Educational Approaches

A few days later, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds, the sealed space was already bustling with activity.

"Get up! The sun's already high in the sky, why are you still sleeping?"

Madara Uchiha's voice, as always, echoed like thunder through the space, "If you sleep in again, today's training load will be doubled!"

Upon hearing this, Naruto had no choice but to get up and wash up immediately.

His black-haired father is usually alright, but when it comes to training, he's a real threat of punishment if he doesn't complete the tasks.

To save his own life, Naruto had no choice but to leave his warm bed.

Since Minato, the author of the Bagua Seal, joined the project, he has transformed the sealed space into a spacious Japanese-style room.

The Nine-Tails' enormous body occupied half the space, while Minato and Madara were on the other side.

"Madarasan, he's only nine years old."

Minato Namikaze appeared on the other side of the room: "Children need plenty of sleep."

Kurama yawned, revealing its sharp fangs: "If you ask me, we might as well not train at all. With me here, my chakra combined with the amount of chakra his Uzumaki clan possesses will crush the opponent."

Madara's Sharingan instantly switched to Mangekyou Sharingan mode, black flames dancing in his eyes: "You stinky fox, what else can you do besides teach him to be lazy?"

Minato quickly stepped between the man and the beast, saying with a wry smile, "Gentlemen, calm down. We're both doing this for Naruto's own good, just using different methods."

"Hmph!" Madara crossed his arms. "My method is the most effective. Might makes right, and only through rigorous training can true ninjas be cultivated."

“But Naruto isn’t a child of your generation,” Minato said gently. “He needs encouragement and guidance.”

Nine-Tailed Fox picked at its ear with its paw: "If you ask me, we should just let him grow up happily. Anyway, with the three of us around, who would dare bully him?"

"This is simply spoiling her!" Ban glared angrily.

"That's child abuse!" Nine-Tails bared its teeth defiantly.

By this time, Naruto had finished washing his face and brushing his teeth. Listening to the commotion inside his body, he couldn't help but chuckle, "Dads, you sound like old men arguing!"

The three of them turned to look at Naruto at the same time, and said in unison, "Who looks like an old man?!"

It's the weekend, so Naruto came to the third training ground to begin his daily training.

Having been forced to train by Madara since childhood, he can now complete the training volume of the Warring States period with relative ease.

After the break, Madara said, "Today I'll teach you how to use chakra more precisely."

Naruto asked, puzzled, "But Dad, I know how to use it. I used to..."

Madara explained, "That's different. Right now, when you use ninjutsu, you force it out by using a lot of chakra, which wastes a lot of unnecessary chakra."

Minato added appropriately: "Therefore, by learning to use chakra meticulously, one can use more techniques with the same amount of chakra."

Naruto tilted his head, indicating he was trying to understand: "Is that so?"

Madara's phantom appeared next to Naruto, pointing to the river beside him: "Therefore, today's training is to step on the water with chakra."

Suddenly, Minato's phantom appeared beside Madara: "Madara-san, you've already mastered such an advanced level? You should practice climbing trees first."

Although Madara was very dismissive of this, he had no choice but to agree after Minato's earnest persuasion.

Soon, Madara's phantom appeared atop the tree, looking down at Naruto struggling by the pool: "Concentrate! Focus your chakra in your feet!"

Naruto was covered in sweat, his face flushed red, but he still fell down on his third attempt.

Fortunately, there was a water gate under the tree to warn us, and there was a soft mat that we had prepared in advance, so the fall didn't hurt too much.

Minato cheered him on from the sidelines: "Go Naruto, you can do it!"

Naruto rubbed his slightly sore bottom: "Dad, Dad, how quickly did you all learn it back then?"

Minato: "One day."

Ban: "Two hours."

Faced with the results of Minato and Madara's battles, Naruto lowered his head, looking somewhat hurt.

"It's alright, Naruto, this kind of thing..."

Minato was about to say something to comfort him when Naruto looked up, his eyes shining: "Amazing! I want to do it within two hours too!"

Ban also said with some helplessness: "Our son may not be good at other things, but when it comes to optimism, he's second to none."

Nine-Tailed Fox lay lazily on the shore and said, "But I still stand by my opinion. When danger comes, what can't we old guys handle?"

Ban suddenly asked, "What if we're gone?"

The nine-tailed creature suddenly stopped swishing its tail: "This..."

Indeed, Kurama had never thought about this question.

After all, the previous two Jinchūriki were both from the moment they became Jinchūriki until their death.

Therefore, Kurama (the Nine-Tails) simply couldn't understand why it was suddenly no longer in Naruto's body.

At this moment, Minato gently instructed Naruto: "Naruto, try to imagine your chakra as your favorite ramen broth, evenly distributed on the soles of your feet..."

"Ramen?" Naruto's eyes lit up. "I get it!"

Surprisingly, Naruto managed to climb halfway up the tree trunk before falling down.

"See that?" Minato looked at Madara smugly. "Interest is the best teacher."

Ban smiled faintly: "Hmph!"

Nine-Tails yawned: "You guys continue, I'm going to take a nap."

After finishing his training for the day, Naruto went to his afternoon academic tutoring class.

Although the grades have improved, they will drop again if one relaxes.

Therefore, there will be a certain amount of study time on weekend afternoons.

This period was what Naruto called the time of the devil.

Minato said, "History is a required course for ninjas!"

Naruto stared at the dense text with a worried expression, his little head nodding as he looked like he was about to fall asleep.

Madara glanced at the history book and frowned. "The history of Konoha's development? What do you mean Hashirama Senju founded it all by himself? It was clearly founded by Hashirama and me. What is all this nonsense?"

Kurama interjected, "After all, you defected from Konoha; it's already a miracle they didn't label you a rogue ninja."

Minato couldn't help but smile wryly: "After all, history books are written by later generations, and their authenticity still needs to be verified."

The Nine-Tails quipped, "I've lived for so many years, and I dare say no one knows the history of the ninja world better than me."

Minato quickly tried to smooth things over: "Alright, alright, how about this, we'll tell the official version of the story first, and then discuss the different viewpoints?"

Naruto blinked his big eyes: "Dad, could the First Hokage really build houses with Wood Release? Then why is our house still so small?"

The three of them fell silent at the same time.

Madara's expression became complicated, Minato looked embarrassed, and Kurama chuckled.

"Well..." Minato scratched his head, "because Wood Release is a very special bloodline limit..."

"What is a bloodline limit?" Naruto continued to ask.

Madara suddenly spoke up: "Wait until you learn chakra control before asking these questions."

Minato glanced at Madara gratefully, but the latter turned his face away.

In the evening, after Naruto was so tired that he fell fast asleep in bed.

The three of them finally had a chance to sit down and have a proper talk.

“Your methods are too gentle,” Madara spoke first. “The world of ninjas is cruel; he must adapt as soon as possible.”

Minato shook his head: "But Naruto is still just a child. The children of Konoha are growing up in a peaceful environment."