At that moment—
Minato was completely overwhelmed. He had no energy left to even glance at Kushina, who had just arrived with lunch.
But what truly stunned him was Naruto's sheer physical power.
He hadn't expected it at all—Naruto's taijutsu alone was this overwhelming.
The training in hand-to-hand combat had just ended, and Minato could already tell:
If he wanted to surpass Naruto in taijutsu...
He'd probably need to train for another thousand years.
Naruto's physical strength had already reached a monstrous level.
Minato, acknowledging that, decided to shift tactics.
He needed to redirect Naruto's attention.
Find an opening.
Seize the opportunity.
In an instant, Namikaze Minato devised his next move.
Without hesitation, he reached into his pouch and pulled out a handful of shuriken.
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
The metal projectiles cut through the air, heading straight for Naruto!
At that precise moment, a smile appeared on Minato's face.
His hands quickly weaved through a set of seals.
"Shuriken Shadow Clone Jutsu!" he shouted.
The few shuriken suddenly multiplied mid-air with loud bang bang bang bursts of white smoke—
dozens of copies now flying toward Naruto in a dense storm of steel.
In the blink of an eye, the air was filled with shuriken—
a massive, densely packed net of steel that blotted out the sky!
Countless shuriken, like a swarm of locusts, filled the air and cast an ominous shadow over Naruto.
And yet—
Naruto didn't panic.
He calmly watched Minato's advanced shuriken technique unfold.
For pure shurikenjutsu alone, this was easily jonin-level—
precise, fluid, and deadly.
Any other ninja would've been overwhelmed by the Fourth Hokage's technique.
But Naruto wasn't just any ninja.
Facing the oncoming storm of blades, Naruto suddenly brought his hands together in a seal.
A massive surge of chakra erupted!
BOOM!!!
A vortex of raw chakra burst out around him like a violent hurricane.
The swirling force blew the barrage of shuriken away, scattering them like leaves in a storm.
Steel clattered to the ground all around, embedding into trees, stone, and soil.
Minato took a breath and sighed inwardly.
"Only Naruto... Only someone with chakra like a Tailed Beast could repel it so directly."
But he wasn't disappointed.
He hadn't expected a simple Shuriken Shadow Clone Jutsu to bring Naruto down anyway.
That move was merely a distraction.
The true attack was already in motion.
At that exact moment—
Just as Naruto's chakra storm began to settle...
A single shuriken stabbed into the ground less than three meters away.
Puff!
White smoke exploded from the embedded weapon, and out of it stepped Minato Namikaze!
He had swapped places with a marked shuriken, his signature Flying Thunder God Technique in full effect.
Minato seized the opening and moved with perfect precision.
Hand seals flashed.
"Fire Style: Fire Dragon Flame Bullet!" he roared.
His chest expanded as he inhaled deeply—
Then unleashed it all in a flash!
A roaring fire dragon burst from his mouth, twisting and surging toward Naruto like a wave of living flame.
"ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!"
The heat distorted the air, and the temperature in the area spiked instantly.
A scorching inferno rushed forward!
Naruto squinted into the blazing wave, feeling the pressure.
But...
Was Naruto truly unprepared?
Of course not.
Just as the fire dragon was about to engulf him—
Naruto's eyes flashed. His chakra surged once more, rapidly forming a transparent wall in front of him.
He muttered under his breath with deliberate flair:
"Bakudō No. 81: Dankū!"
Even though he didn't need to chant it—thanks to his mastery under Tongtian—
Naruto still chose to say it aloud.
"Because power is temporary—
But looking cool is forever."
And then—
BOOM!!!
The fire dragon slammed directly into the invisible wall!
Flames exploded outward, licking across the barrier and forming a raging inferno on both sides.
The ground scorched red.
But—
The wall held firm.
Minato's flames couldn't break through Naruto's defense.
Naruto stood calmly behind the barrier of chakra, unfazed by the sea of fire surrounding him.
Minato, stunned, narrowed his eyes.
"He reacted? That fast?"
He had drawn Naruto's attention away.
He had struck from close range.
For most shinobi, unless they had set up a substitution technique in advance, there would be no way to block it in time.
Yet Naruto had.
And more than that—
Minato recognized the technique immediately.
It wasn't a standard ninjutsu at all.
Naruto had used something fundamentally different—something not even rooted in the known ninja arts.
And from what Naruto had just said...
It hinted at something deeper.
Something beyond chakra.
When Minato saw the barrier Naruto had conjured, he understood immediately—
This wasn't standard ninjutsu.
Naruto had used a technique rooted in a completely different system of power.
And from the words he'd spoken aloud, it sounded like…
He had developed his own series of abilities.
Minato was stunned.
Outside, Kushina was still waiting patiently for the father and son to finish their spar and come eat.
But even she hadn't expected this level of strength from Naruto.
The flames finally died down, and with them, Naruto calmly dismissed Dankū.
He looked across the field, where Minato had already retreated to a safer distance.
A faint smile played on Naruto's lips.
"It would be rude not to return the favor," he said lightly.
"Dad… get ready."
Hearing that—
Minato's expression softened. He smiled, anticipation flashing in his eyes.
"Bring it on… Naruto," he replied, voice steady.
And then—
Boom!
Naruto suddenly summoned a massive wave of chakra from within.
His voice rang out clearly:
"Hadō No. 88: Hiryū Gekizoku Shinten Raihō!"
(The Eighty-Eighth Way of Destruction: Flying Dragon-Striking Heaven-Shaking Thunder Cannon!)
As his words fell, the sky roared.
A colossal thunder dragon burst forth—
Crackling, shrieking, roaring through the air as it shot toward Minato like divine judgment.
"ROAR!!!"
With Naruto's current power, this wasn't just the standard Hadō 88.
It was far beyond that.
The thunder dragon towered over the battlefield like a mountain, coiling with lightning so intense the surrounding earth began to glass over—melted into crystal by the heat of pure energy.
Even after it passed, residual plasma lingered in the air, crackling and flashing like a storm that refused to end.
Minato squinted at the incoming force, stunned.
From his view—
The thunder dragon's size was overwhelming.
Compared to it, he was nothing more than an insect.
Just standing in its path made him feel like he had to crane his neck to glimpse the top of the beast.
And this was only a casual attack from Naruto?
It was horrifying.
On the sidelines, Kushina could barely believe what she was seeing.
"Naruto… your power's already at this level?"
Thankfully—
Minato wasn't foolish enough to take the hit head-on.
He knew he couldn't withstand such a monstrous jutsu.
But he didn't need to.
At the last second, Minato flicked a Flying Thunder God Kunai into his hand.
In one smooth motion, he invoked a special Flying Thunder God technique—
Guided Repositioning Seal: Lightning Transfer!
Flash!
The massive thunder dragon vanished in an instant, teleported far into the distance where it exploded harmlessly against a distant mountain range.
A thunderous boom echoed across the horizon.
Moments later, Minato reappeared in a golden flash, landing calmly beside Naruto.
Kushina, standing nearby with a lunchbox in hand, was completely speechless.
The three of them watched in stunned silence—
In the distant mountains, an earth-shaking explosion erupted.
The moment the Thunder Dragon collided with the mountainside, it tore through solid stone with brutal force!
A massive, U-shaped trench was carved through the peak, glowing red-hot from the residual lightning.
The surrounding terrain steamed and sizzled from the intense heat. The sheer destruction left in its wake looked like something straight out of a battlefield between gods.
At that moment—
Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki stared at their son Naruto, jaws nearly dropping.
"What the hell…?"
"That one move... it changed the landscape!"
If that hit a person… they wouldn't just be bruised. They'd be obliterated.
But what truly sent chills down their spines wasn't the destruction itself.
It was the realization:
They knew Naruto had Tongtian—a mysterious inner power that let him release devastating lightning-based techniques instantly and endlessly.
In other words—
If Naruto wanted to…
He could level a mountain range in the blink of an eye.
He could turn forests and rivers into a barren wasteland.
No hand seals. No prep time. Just pure, overwhelming power.
Minato and Kushina both looked at Naruto, wide-eyed.
In response, Naruto gave a smile—cheeky and a little too humble for what he'd just done.
"Dad," he said, still grinning,
"Why don't you show me your real strength?"
Because Naruto knew—
Up until now, they'd only exchanged shuriken and mid-level ninjutsu.
But that wasn't what made Minato Namikaze the legendary Fourth Hokage.
The true reason he was feared across all nations—
The real reason they called him the Yellow Flash—
Was the deadly synergy between his Flying Thunder God Technique and Rasengan.
On the battlefield, even against dozens of enemies, Minato would end the fight in seconds.
He was so fast, so lethal, that other Hidden Villages had to issue standing orders:
"If you see the Yellow Flash—abandon the mission and run."
For a ninja, abandoning a mission was a serious offense—
But when it came to facing Minato… it was simply suicide to stay.
That was the level of dread and awe the Yellow Flash commanded.
Hearing Naruto's challenge, Minato gave a wry smile.
"Yeah... If I don't get serious now, I really am going to lose," he admitted.
Even Minato knew—Naruto had already surpassed him in raw strength.
But still—
As the former Hokage,
As a hero of the last Great Ninja War,
As a shinobi of Konoha…
Minato had his own pride.
His own fighting spirit.
He wanted to see—just how far apart they truly were.
And so—
Minato Namikaze pulled out a Flying Thunder God kunai.
No, not just one—
Countless kunai!
He flung them into the air in every direction, and as they scattered—
He immediately followed up with a hand seal:
"Flying Thunder God: Kunai Shadow Clone Technique!"
Dozens of kunai suddenly multiplied midair, creating a shimmering rain of tagged blades that spread across the battlefield like stars.
Each one—marked with his unique teleportation seal—was a potential flashpoint for attack or escape.
With this technique, Minato expanded his teleportation range exponentially.
The stage was set.
The Yellow Flash had entered the field.
Minato scattered his Flying Thunder God Kunai across the field—
Each one bearing his signature seal, each one a portal of instant death for any enemy.
He deliberately threw them in erratic, unpredictable patterns.
So that even Naruto wouldn't be able to guess from which point Minato would appear next.
And then—
Naruto's eyes narrowed.
He saw it.
Minato Namikaze was finally getting serious.
The legendary technique.
The one that earned his father the title:
"The Fastest Shinobi Alive."
The moment that realization struck—
FLASH!
A burst of golden light flickered across Naruto's vision.
In a heartbeat, Minato appeared right in front of him—
A blur even faster than the Body Flicker Technique.
His hand was already glowing—
Rasengan.
A perfect, high-speed spiral of chakra rotated violently in Minato's palm.
Boom!
The Rasengan howled forward.
But—
Naruto had already sensed it coming.
His instincts, sharpened through countless battles, kicked in.
With a smooth sidestep, he narrowly avoided the Rasengan—
It missed him by mere centimeters, the wind pressure ruffling his clothes.
Minato's eyes widened slightly.
He dodged it…?
Someone had evaded a Flying Thunder God strike—cleanly.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
In all of Minato's battles, few had ever reacted once he began his teleportation assault.
Only the Raikage of the Hidden Cloud had ever matched him in raw speed.
Everyone else… fell in an instant.
That was the power of the Yellow Flash.
A reputation built on countless instant victories.
But now—Naruto had not only dodged, but made it look effortless.
From the sidelines, Kushina watched with wide eyes.
It was the first time she had ever seen Minato's Flying Thunder God technique fail.
Her jaw dropped in shock—
But the next instant, her expression flipped like a coin.
Her face bloomed into a bright, proud smile.
After all, the one who just evaded the Yellow Flash… was her son.
Naruto.
Meanwhile, Minato wasn't the least bit disheartened.
He immediately vanished again—another yellow flash!
This time, he reappeared behind Naruto.
Rasengan—again!
But Naruto moved like he had eyes in the back of his head.
A flawless backflip dodged the attack.
Flash!
Minato didn't stop.
He was already above Naruto, launching a third Rasengan!
This was the power of the Yellow Flash.
Minato darted through the battlefield like a living bolt of lightning, constantly blinking in and out of space.
Every flash carried a Rasengan that could kill a jonin instantly.
And yet—
Naruto wasn't falling behind.
From the sidelines, Kushina was stunned.
The sheer speed at which Minato and Naruto were moving—
It went beyond the vision of an ordinary person.
Even seasoned jonin would struggle to follow them.
Their movements had transcended the normal limits of human perception.
All she could see now were flashes and afterimages—
Golden yellow from Minato, electric blue and white from Naruto.
In just a few dozen seconds, the two had exchanged hundreds of moves—
Clashing in a storm of high-speed Rasengan strikes and lightning-fast dodges.
It was a battle between two gods of speed.
However—
Despite hundreds of high-speed exchanges between them…
Minato never even grazed the edge of Naruto's clothing.
To Minato, it felt like Naruto was reacting before he even moved.
Like every action had already been read in advance.
That's when the realization hit him:
Naruto could see the future.
Minato had heard hints of it before…
But now, after dozens of seconds in the heart of battle, he was certain.
Naruto wasn't just fast—
He was predicting Minato's actions several seconds ahead of time.
That was the only explanation for Naruto's effortless evasions.
And if that was true…
Then the current tactic was useless.
"Even if I chased him for an entire day—
I still wouldn't land a hit."
Minato paused, his mind racing.
A new strategy formed instantly.
If Naruto can see the future a few seconds ahead...
Then I need to make the future unreadable.
Without hesitation, Minato used the Flying Thunder God Technique to retreat and gain distance.
Then—hands blurred in motion—
Multiple Shadow Clone Jutsu!
Thousands of Minato clones erupted in a dazzling burst of smoke and chakra, surrounding Naruto from every direction.
Fortunately, Minato had access to Kurama's chakra now.
Otherwise, this level of clone summoning would've drained him dry in an instant.
Naruto's expression shifted—just slightly—as the golden silhouettes closed in.
"So... using sheer numbers to overwhelm me now?"
He spoke with a grin, voice calm as ever.
Minato grinned back.
"You'll find out soon enough, Naruto."
In the next heartbeat—
Flash. Flash. Flash.
It was as if a thousand Yellow Flashes charged at once, attacking Naruto in perfect sync.
Each clone coordinated with the next, layering their movements with tactical precision far beyond mere numbers.
This wasn't just a mob.
This was synchronized warfare.
Naruto remained centered, unmoved, his eyes scanning with piercing clarity.
"Tch... using brute force? That's not like you, Dad."
Still, his tone carried no contempt.
Only respect.
Naruto raised his hand—
And began dismantling the clones with clinical efficiency.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Shadow clone after shadow clone popped like balloons around him.
One strike. One vanish.
But for every clone Naruto dispersed—
Minato made more.
And they kept coming.
It was like fighting the tide.
A wave of coordinated attacks closed in,
Saturating Naruto's field of view.
He couldn't gain a single second to retaliate or reposition.
Even worse...
His future sight was being jammed.
Now, every vision Naruto glimpsed ahead—
Was filled with the same thing:
Shadow clones.
Identical attacks. Countless directions. Blurred intent.
"Ah... so that's the strategy."
Naruto smiled despite himself.
"You've figured it out, haven't you, Dad?"
That moment earlier—when Minato realized Naruto was seeing several seconds into the future—
He'd made a snap judgment.
Obscure the path.
Flood the future with noise.
Now, in Naruto's foresight, it was nothing but chaos—
A thousand versions of Minato, all attacking, all vanishing, all pressing in.
No single "real" Minato to pinpoint.
Even precognition couldn't help when the future itself was clouded.
Naruto's smile deepened—not in mockery, but in genuine admiration.
"You're still incredible, Dad…"
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