I, a cultivator, ended up in the Naruto world.

Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Han, on forming your Nascent Soul and officially entering the Tape Stage.

A vibrant barrage of comments appeared as the little finger tapped the Enter key.

Yang Xiang stretched his stiff body by supporting the back of his head with both hands and exhaled a breath of stale air.

Looking at the towering Nascent Soul Dharma Image in the picture, I couldn't help but feel envious and couldn't help but praise it for its clear and open mind.

My roommate behind me got up and drew back the curtains, letting in a thin stream of sunlight.

The shattered fragments first slid through Yang Xiang's skin, and then the roar pierced his eardrums.

A civilian two-dimensional foil was plunged headfirst into the cramped dormitory room on the seventh floor, plunging Yang Xiang's vision into darkness.

Meanwhile, in a wooden house, a baby was born.

The leaf first floated into the woman's hand outside the house, and then someone pushed open the door, knelt behind her, and said:

"Lady Momoka, it's a baby boy."

The woman gently stroked the veins of the leaf and sighed.

"Let's call him Yang Xiang."

One whale falls and all things come to life.

The scorching sun baked the earth, making the lonely swing scorching hot.

Noises and chatter came from the Konoha Ninja Academy's training ground; it was the start of another school year.

On a high platform, the Third Hokage, wearing a Hokage hat, was giving a speech.

Many adults below were lost in memories, holding their children's hands tightly, while the teenagers looked at the Hokage on the stage with longing, fantasizing about their future ninja careers.

At the farthest point of the playground, some distance away from the crowd, stood a large and a small figure under the shade of a tree.

"Is this Hiruzen Sarutobi?"

The one who addressed the Hokage by his full name was Yang Xiang; he had reached the age to enroll in the academy.

The man on the stage was not tall and did not yet look as old as he did at the beginning of the story. He was in his prime, and his large straw hat covered his dignified face, revealing only the corners of his smiling mouth.

He appeared to be a kind and gentle middle-aged man.

Yang Xiang's gaze passed over the third generation and looked into the distance, where a person stood quietly at the corner of the teaching building.

White bandages wrapped around his face, leaving only one eye exposed as he scanned the playground.

Their eyes met, and Yang Xiang quickly lowered his head.

You can't see me! You can't see me!

Yang Xiang closed his eyes and silently recited.

"Do you remember what I asked of you, Yang Xiang?"

The woman beside him spoke up.

"Make more friends, learn happily, and let everything take its natural course," Yang Xiang recited as if reciting a familiar poem.

The woman nodded in satisfaction and gently stroked her grandson's hair.

Time flies, and the once powerful ninja now wears a kimono.

As Momoka looked at Hiruzen Sarutobi on the stage, she too began to reminisce.

That was a very special day in her life.

She lost her own life, but welcomed the birth of a new life.

"Konoha is not the Konoha of the Senju, but the Konoha of all our comrades. The Senju will not become a stumbling block on the village's path forward."

That's what the man she followed her whole life said.

Then Tao Hua lost the surname she had upheld her entire life.

"Lady Momoka, it's a baby boy."

On the same day, the midwife handed a crying baby to her.

A new generation, no longer bearing the name of the Thousand Hands of the Forest, has been born. May you soar freely under the peaceful sunshine.

"Go, Yang Xiang."

Tao Hua gave the boy a push from behind, sending him towards the playground, where he was surrounded by his peers.

If you're not a thousand-armed person, you might as well be an ordinary person.

"It's so sunny, Grandma." Yang Xiang said helplessly as he walked forward.

The sunlight was so intense that he squinted.

The third generation had finished his opening speech, and the audience was in an uproar. In the very center, two people with yellow hair stood out.

The shorter one was raising his hand and shouting something, and judging from the reactions of those around him, it was clearly some kind of wild talk.

The taller one was laughing loudly, holding his waist, quite proud of his younger brother's declaration, which also fueled Rope Tree's arrogance.

Yang Xiang bypassed that area and walked towards the side of the crowd; those two were dangerous individuals he had specifically marked.

Tsunade and Nawaki, siblings.

As descendants of the Senju clan, the two families were close, especially since Nawaki was the same age as him.

Logically speaking, the two would become childhood playmates, supporting each other through thick and thin as they grow up.

Unfortunately, Yang Xiang had always been distant from Sheng Shu since childhood, which saddened his friend.

Yang Xiang declined the offer of friendship from the Thousand-Handed Prince.

A fallen phoenix is ​​no better than a chicken; the glory of the Thousand Hands is now just a memory; to be this man's follower is to eat only explosive tags.

Coupled with the siblings' personalities, the word "trouble" practically screams "trouble" to them.

His lifestyle was so different from Yang Xiang's that he avoided them.

From the moment he discovered ninjutsu in his mother's arms, cherishing life became his motto.

Becoming a ninja and fighting on the battlefield? Forget about it.

If I had a keyboard, I could also say, "Uchiha Madara, he's nothing special."

But you're really making me hold a kunai and try to take it out...

Enrolling in the ninja academy and becoming a ninja was Yang Xiang's inescapable destiny.

In other respects, he maintained his consistent practice of fleeing whenever possible.

He exercised his body merely to prolong his life, and his considerable wealth provided him with the means to enjoy it.

As long as he doesn't make any investments, the interest alone will be enough for him to take three concubines after he comes of age and live happily until the day Konoha suffers.

Even though he possessed the bloodline of the Senju and had a strong claim to Konoha, he would occasionally feel a surge of emotion.

However, none of this could overcome the bloody reality of the ninja world. When his mother's belongings appeared in his hands, Yang Xiang resolutely chose to follow his heart.

Life is only twice, so it won't hurt to be cautious.

Fortunately, his elders actually supported his passive and lazy attitude towards life.

Do whatever you want, go wherever you want.

This is Tao Hua's educational philosophy towards Yang Xiang.

I glanced up at Rope Tree in the center of the crowd and couldn't help but feel a pang of envy for my childhood friend.

Ignorance is often a blessing. If one doesn't know the plot, one might end up like him, immersed in the glorious achievements of one's elders and the prosperity of the village, making grand pronouncements, and then dying in a blaze of fire.

The thought that a few years from now, the village would send its newly graduated teenagers to the battlefield due to the escalating intensity of the war filled Yang Xiang with a sense of urgency.

They must have the ability to survive on the battlefield within at least a few years.

[Host has been detected to have joined the Hidden Leaf Sect, completing the achievement "Entering the Martial World".]

[Rewards are now being distributed: Beginner Set (containing: Low-grade magic weapon Disciple Robe, Low-grade magic weapon Green Leaf, Small Storage Bag)]

The notification sound suddenly appeared in his mind, uttering words that startled Yang Xiang.

Following the clue, I reached into my pocket and found a small silk-embroidered pouch.

He clenched his fist tightly, gripping the bag firmly in his palm.

If I weren't in the outside world, I would really like to let out a long roar and say that my thoughts are clear.

I have everything I need!

Yang Xiang looked directly at the blazing sun and said this.