Torifū nodded, stepping forward to face the Wood Clone.
He had only recently learned a few Cloud Release techniques and had no idea how powerful they were. Whether they could effectively damage the Wood Clone remained unknown.
"Cloud Release: Cloud Sword Technique."
Torifū spewed out silk-like, misty white clouds, instantly obscuring his figure.
With a sharp whistling sound, three sharp swords formed from the clouds flew out! Directly piercing into the Wood Clone's chest!
Then they turned back into clouds and dissipated, leaving the Wood Clone standing without a single scratch.
"No external injuries… but the cold from the clouds has infiltrated its body and frozen its organs?"
Hashirama could directly perceive the state of his Wood Clone.
Though untouched on the surface, its internal organs were already frozen. If left untreated, it wouldn't last long.
"This move is powerful. Even with a body as resilient as a Wood Clone's, it is still affected. An ordinary ninja wouldn't stand a chance."
Tobirama nodded. "Indeed, but with timely medical attention, survival is possible—though the aftereffects would be severe."
Having personally experienced Cloud Release, the two brothers acknowledged its potency.
From the hand seals Torifū had used, they could tell that this was not a particularly advanced technique—just an ordinary jutsu. Yet, the Kumotsuru Clan couldn't possibly have only low-level Cloud Release techniques.
Hashirama retracted his Wood Clone and walked up to Torifū, patting his shoulder. "With you in Konoha's future, I can rest easy as your teacher."
Torifū simply nodded without responding. At that moment, Mito spoke up. "It's getting late. Let's go back and rest. Torifū, why don't you stay over?"
Hashirama and Tobirama glanced up at the sky. It was indeed late; it was time to retire for the night.
"Torifū, just stay at my place for tonight."
Torifū naturally wouldn't refuse—declining would mean rejecting the kindness of both his teacher and Mito.
"Alright, Sensei. I'll listen to you."
Thus, the night's training concluded successfully—though it hardly felt like a training session.
Back at the house, everyone quickly went to bed. In this world, television had yet to be invented, and mobile phones were even further from reach. With little to do for entertainment, people simply took a few strolls after dinner before calling it a night.
It was mundane, but peaceful.
…
The Next Morning
Torifū was awakened by a familiar voice from his system:
[You have lived peacefully in Konoha for a day. Reward: 100 Peace Points.]
Counting today's reward, Torifū had accumulated 4,700 Peace Points. But he was still far from the number needed to redeem the life-saving item he planned to use when Uchiha Madara attacked Konoha.
Over a month had passed since he arrived in Konoha, yet he hadn't discovered a single spy or triggered any chaotic events. He felt it was time to explore new methods—waiting around aimlessly was not a sustainable approach!
Torifū quickly got up, folded his blanket, dressed neatly, and left the guest room in search of a place to wash up.
That's when he noticed Mito was already awake and preparing breakfast.
"Good morning, Mito-sama."
"Oh, Torifū, you're up early. Why not sleep a little longer?"
In Mito's view, children should sleep in whenever possible—once they grew up, they wouldn't have the luxury anymore.
"No need, Mito-sama. This is my daily routine; I'm used to it."
The truth, however, was that the annoying system broadcasted its messages every morning, forcing Torifū to wake up early.
Still, at least it ensured he was never late for anything—a mixed blessing.
Following Mito's directions, Torifū washed up quickly. By the time he sat down at the table, Hashirama had also woken up.
Half-asleep, Hashirama completely lacked the dignified aura of the Hokage. He looked more like an exhausted office worker after a long shift.
A dangerous thought suddenly flashed through Torifū's mind—Could this be the best opportunity for an assassination?
Yawning, Hashirama drowsily asked, "Torifū, why are you up so early?"
"Just a habit, Sensei."
Hashirama ruffled Torifū's hair. "Kids shouldn't put so much pressure on themselves. It's not like the old days anymore."
Torifū, a bit embarrassed, replied, "You worry too much, Sensei."
Hashirama didn't press the issue further. Since Torifū's parents had died in action, he simply wanted to show him extra care and concern.
Despite Torifū's maturity and intelligence, in Hashirama's eyes, he was still just a child.
Before long, Tobirama arrived, fully dressed and energetic—a stark contrast to his brother.
After breakfast, Hashirama sent a Wood Clone to the Hokage's office to handle his duties. Missing his student's first training session was something he'd regret forever.
Meanwhile, Tobirama had already informed his students the day before to gather early in the morning at the cliff above the Hokage Rock.
"So fast! So powerful!"
This had to be the Flying Thunder God Technique! The mighty space-time ninjutsu developed by Senju Tobirama! It was later inherited by the Fourth Hokage, Namikaze Minato, earning him the title of the Yellow Flash!
Torifū barely felt anything—one second he was in the Senju compound, and the next, the world had shifted.
How had Tobirama even developed such a remarkable technique? Truly, he was a bug like existence who created countless forbidden jutsu!
Tobirama noticed Torifū's astonishment and smiled. "Well, Torifū, interested in learning it?"
For geniuses like Torifū, Tobirama always showed extra patience, shedding his usual stern demeanor.
A little distance away, Tobirama's other students were convinced they were still dreaming—since when had their teacher ever been this gentle?
"Tobirama-sama, I don't think this jutsu suits me. I'm just curious about space-time manipulation."
Tobirama didn't seem the least bit upset at being rejected. Instead, he said, "Then in a few days, I'll explain the thought process behind how I developed it."
Torifū's eyes lit up—this was practically spoon-feeding him knowledge!
"Thank you, Tobirama-sama!"
For true prodigies, Tobirama had endless patience. As long as their talent shone brightly enough—like Torifū's—he would guide them personally.
At just six years old, Torifū had already created several powerful jutsu. No matter how he looked at it, Tobirama found himself growing more fond of this child.
The thought of stealing Torifū from his brother only became stronger.