Naruto, my father's name is Uchiha Madara.

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Every movement of that bottom-of-the-barrel worker had an indescribable rhythm, as if it had been honed through countless trials.

"Next up, shuriken throwing!"

Naruto confidently stepped onto the throwing line.

He quietly asked himself, "Dad, should I deliberately miss a few shots this time?"

"Just play your normal game." Madara's voice carried a hint of pleasure. "Let those brats see what's what."

Ten shuriken shot out from the air.

The first nine shuriken hit the bullseye precisely, but the last one drew a strange arc in the air, knocking down all the shuriken Sasuke had just fired.

"Oops, my hand slipped~" Naruto grinned at Sasuke.

The black-haired boy's Sharingan spun wildly.

This was the first time in three years that he had felt such a strong sense of frustration.

How can someone who's a complete idiot in theory crush you in real-world practice?

"You bottom-of-the-class kid..." Sasuke clenched his fist involuntarily, "Who exactly are you?"

The after-school tutoring center was empty.

Iruka was summoned by the Hokage at the last minute, leaving Naruto staring blankly at the "Basic Theory of Chakra".

"I am bored..."

Naruto poked at his textbook with his pencil when suddenly a brilliant idea struck him. "That's it! Dad always said, 'Practice makes perfect!'"

He furtively locked the classroom door and clumsily formed hand seals.

This is the "Chakra Sensing Technique" that was taught in yesterday's theory class. It's an advanced technique that should only be learned in the sixth grade.

"Zi-Yin-Xu-Chou..."

Pale blue chakra condensed in his palm, but suddenly began to fluctuate violently.

The papers in the classroom moved on their own without any wind, and the ink bottle began to vibrate.

"Stop!" Ban's warning came too late.

With a loud bang, the lockers at the back of the classroom exploded into pieces.

Naruto was thrown to the ground by the blast wave, his face charred black as he stared at the ceiling.

"Did I succeed...?"

Madara's soul chakra surged violently.

In that instant, he clearly sensed something unusual—a very faint trace of the Nine-Tails' aura had been mixed into Naruto's chakra.

Deep within the seal, the Nine-Tails' mouth twisted into a grin that reached its ears: "So it's finally beginning...?"

In the Hokage's office, two reports were laid out in front of the Third Hokage.

One document is "Record of Naruto's Abnormal Behavior" submitted by Iruka.

Another document came from the Dark Side, with the title "Analysis of Suspected Uchiha Fluid Technique Traces".

"What do you think?" the Third Hokage asked the silver-haired Jonin by the window.

Kakashi's single eye moved away from "Icha Icha Paradise": "Martial arts styles can be imitated, but combat instincts don't lie."

He paused, his eyes suddenly sharpening: "That child... someone is teaching him real killing techniques."

Outside the window, the setting sun dyed the Hokage Rock blood red. The Third Hokage stroked the crystal ball, which displayed Naruto pretending to be dead in the ruins of the classroom.

“Special guidance will be arranged,” the third generation finally said. “You will be in charge personally.”

Kakashi closed the book, and before disappearing in a flash, he left behind the words: "Perfect... I also want to meet that 'teacher'."

Chapter 7 Kakashi's Temptation

The last rays of the setting sun dyed the training ground crimson. Naruto knelt on one knee, sweat dripping from his chin onto the cracked earth.

He raised his azure eyes and stared intently at the silver-haired Jonin standing on the broken wooden stake.

"It will be dark in thirty minutes."

Kakashi lazily shook the bell in his hand, the metallic clanging sound particularly crisp in the quiet training ground.

"If you don't get it again, your punishment will double."

Upon hearing Kakashi's words, Naruto wiped the sweat from his blurred vision with his wristband.

But a signature stubborn smile curled at the corners of his lips: "Don't underestimate me! I'm going to be the Hokage!"

One hour ago, at the edge of the training ground

Iruka hurriedly tightened his headband and apologetically ruffled Naruto's blond hair: "It's a temporary mission, I've already asked Kakashi-senpai to give you special guidance."

"Special guidance?"

Naruto looked suspiciously at the silver-haired Jonin leaning against the tree; the other man was covering most of his face with the "Icha Icha Paradise" book.

"Professor Iruka clearly said he would be giving extra lessons on theory..."

"Theory class..."

Kakashi closed the book, his right eye curving into a crescent moon: "How about some practical training? If you can snatch this bell from me before dinner..."

As he spoke, he magically produced two bronze bells: "I'll forgive you all your punishments and even treat you to Ichiraku Ramen."

Upon hearing the name Ichiraku Ramen, Naruto's eyes lit up instantly: "Really?"

“Of course.” Kakashi tied the bell to his waist. “But what if I lose…”

"I will never lose!" Naruto had already assumed an attack stance.

The two sides faced off, with Kakashi flipping through "Make-Out Paradise" and Naruto not making a rash attack.

Three years of secret training taught him to observe.

Kakashi flipped through the book seemingly casually, but his posture was flawless, and even the rhythm of the page turning matched his breathing.

"He's assessing your strength," Madara's deep voice echoed in the depths of my consciousness. "Use basic physical techniques, and don't reveal any traces of my training."

Naruto nodded almost imperceptibly, then suddenly shot off like an arrow released from a bow!

Kakashi didn't even lift his eyelids, dodging the straight punch by simply listening to the sound of the wind.

But Naruto was prepared, and his right leg swept out in a sharp arc straight down to his lower body!

"Oh?" Kakashi leaped back lightly, a slight smile playing on his lips beneath his mask. "Your taijutsu has improved quite a bit."

"This is just the beginning!"

Naruto grinned, revealing his fangs, and his speed suddenly increased as he charged forward again.

His movements were clean and efficient, with each punch executed with precise angle calculations.

Kakashi still had one hand in his pocket, using only his right hand to block, but the nonchalance in his one eye was gradually replaced by focus.

"There were no unnecessary movements, and the way the force was applied was also..."

As he blocked the tenth attack, Kakashi's pupils constricted slightly: "This is not the school's teaching style."

Inside the sealed space, the Nine-Tails' claws rhythmically struck the iron bars, sparking crimson chakra.

Nine-Tails warned, "Hey! Hedgehog! That silver-haired ninja is no ordinary person."

The shadowy figure of Ban appeared and disappeared in the darkness: "I know without you telling me, and don't call me Hedgehog!"

"This guy is no pushover..." Nine-Tails grinned, revealing its blood-red maw. "Aren't you afraid he'll see through your tricks?"

Madara did not respond, but the surging chakra betrayed his vigilance.

Kakashi Hatake – Konoha's Copy Ninja, and the direct disciple of the Fourth Hokage.

If he gets serious, Naruto has absolutely no chance of winning right now.

In the real world, Naruto was once again thrown into the dust, but he immediately sprang up, his golden hair covered in grass clippings.

"Seventeen attacks, and still zero hits." Kakashi finally put away his novel. "Shall we continue?"

"Stop arguing!"

Naruto wiped the dust from the corner of his mouth and suddenly changed his breathing rhythm.

His movements began to take on a peculiar rhythm, as if each step was treading on an invisible spiral trajectory.

Kakashi's eyes sharpened.

That's no ordinary physical skill!

Naruto's fist, accompanied by a swirling gust of wind, left a pale blue chakra afterimage in the air!

"This is...!"

Kakashi's arms, which were crossed in a block, went numb from the impact, and his boots left two shallow grooves on the ground.

Before he could adjust his posture, Naruto had already flipped in mid-air and chopped down with his right leg like a battle axe!

"We succeeded!"

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the bell, Kakashi vanished into white smoke.

"Good tactics." Naruto felt a jolt in the back of his neck as the voice came from behind him. "But it's still far from perfect."

As Naruto was defeated, within the sealed space, Kurama's sneer echoed in his mind, "Madara, look at your big son, he can't even snatch a bell."

Madara ignored the other party's taunts and said, "The difference in experience is too great, not to mention that the opponent is not weak either. For Naruto, being able to do this is already satisfactory."

"Then why don't I help him!"

Suddenly, Naruto, who was lying on the ground, dug his fingernails deep into the soil.

A strong sense of resentment surged like magma, and just as the emotion reached its peak...

Dark red chakra seeped out from his pores like flames!

"You better behave yourself!" Madara's chakra materialized into black chains that coiled around him. "You're harming Naruto right now!"

As Madara completely blocked the chakra, the red chakra on Naruto's body dissipated.