Naruto, my father's name is Uchiha Madara.

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"Try it out my foot!"

Naruto's blue eyes were brimming with tears, and his voice trembled with sobs: "That was what I was saving to treat myself after the exam! Don't you know the convenience store is out of stock!"

Inside the sealed space, the Nine-Tails laughed even more shamelessly: "Hahaha, the legendary Sannin are actually... Hahaha!"

Minato could only cover his face: "Jiraiya-sensei..."

Madara was disgusted by Jiraiya's behavior: "He even steals children's snacks, how shameless."

In the real world, Naruto angrily pounced on him, and the two wrestled in the small living room.

"Hey! Watch out for my hair!"

"Who cares about you! Give me back my instant noodles!"

"It's just a few packets of instant noodles!"

That was my last remaining food!

The sofa was overturned, and the clutter on the coffee table was scattered all over the floor.

Naruto headbutted Jiraiya in the stomach, causing the latter to gasp in pain.

"You brat...you're serious..."

Jiraiya rubbed his stomach.

After all, he had done something wrong, so he couldn't fight back. But if he continued fighting like this, the whole Hidden Leaf Village would know that he had stolen food from children.

Then one's lifelong reputation would be ruined...

Suddenly, Jiraiya had a brilliant idea: "Wait! I'll treat you to Ichiraku Ramen as an apology!"

Naruto immediately stopped moving: "...Really?"

"Unlimited! Eat as much as you want!" Jiraiya quickly added.

The anger in Naruto's eyes gradually subsided, replaced by doubt: "...Don't lie to me."

"I, the Toad Sage, keep my word!"

Not long after, at Ichiraku Ramen, Naruto was sitting at the counter, enjoying Ichiraku Ramen.

Five empty bowls were already piled up in front of him.

"Another bowl of chashu ramen, please!" Naruto mumbled, his mouth still stuffed with noodles.

Jiraiya glanced somewhat sheepishly at the chashu ramen being prepared: "Hey... this is the seventh bowl..."

"What? Want to back out?" Naruto narrowed his eyes and made a move to get up.

"No, no, no...please go ahead..." Knowing he was in the wrong, Jiraiya raised his hands in surrender.

The steaming hot ramen was served, and Naruto slurped the noodles with satisfaction.

Jiraiya glanced at the innkeeper, who was already preparing for the other guests, then rested his chin on his hand and looked at Naruto, suddenly asking, "Speaking of which, how are those guys inside you...?"

Naruto nearly choked on his noodles: "You...you believe what I'm saying?"

After all, he had said it many times before, but no one believed him, so Naruto stopped talking about it as much.

"Of course, but you didn't tell anyone else?"

Naruto slurped a mouthful of ramen before saying, "I've said it before, but no one believed me, so I stopped saying it. Also, my dad told me not to tell anyone casually, so I haven't told anyone except people I trust."

Upon hearing this, Jiraiya recalled the time he went to see his teacher earlier that day.

"Old man, do you know about Naruto's internal condition?"

"Well, it's fine if the villagers don't believe it, and I've also had the Anbu block these rumors, just letting people think it's Naruto's joke."

"But aren't you afraid that criminals might find out about these things and put Naruto in danger?"

"If anything happens, I'll have to rely on you, Jiraiya."

Back to reality, Jiraiya smiled: "After all, sometimes the truth is quite absurd, isn't it?"

He paused for a moment: "For example... I was your father's teacher."

Naruto slurped up the noodles in one go and looked at the other person with disdain.

His eyes were filled with two big words: disbelief.

Jiraiya, like a child, said: "Hey, what kind of look is that?"

Naruto looked disgusted: "I just can't connect the perverted sage with my dad."

"You can go and ask them if you don't believe me."

Inside the sealed space, Minato wanted to disappear into a crack in the ground.

Ban scoffed, "That's why he's so unreliable."

Nine-Tailed Fox then scoffed, "To be looked down upon by your own disciple's son? Hahaha, that's hilarious!"

On the way back, Naruto patted his round belly and let out a satisfied burp.

"Hey, you lecherous immortal..."

"Call me Jiraiya-sama!"

"Alright, you lecherous immortal."

Jiraiya sighed helplessly: "What is it?"

Naruto stopped, a rare serious expression on his face: "After our second exam, will we be able to see each other again?"

Under the moonlight, Jiraiya looked into the boy's expectant eyes and remembered Madara's words in the sealed space.

Although they stayed with Naruto in the sealed space, it wasn't true companionship.

Naruto still lives alone.

Thinking of this, Jiraiya stroked his chin: "...Since you treated me to instant noodles, I'll agree."

"You were the one who treated me!"

"Details don't matter."

The two shadows stretched long in the moonlight as they walked one after the other toward home.

Chapter 65 Death Forest

The next morning, all the candidates who had passed the first exam had already gathered at the entrance to the Forest of Death.

But looking around, the morning mist wandered through the forest like a ghost, shrouding the entrance to the Death Forest in a hazy mist.

Two ancient trees, each over a thousand years old, were twisted and intertwined, their thick trunks covered with shocking scratch marks.

The marks were several inches deep, with dark red bloodstains still visible at the edges, making them particularly glaring in the morning light.

"These...these claw marks..."

Hinata's Byakugan trembled slightly, and her voice shook involuntarily: "At least three times larger than an average bear..."

Tooth's nose twitched a few times, and his face suddenly turned deathly pale: "I smell...at least five different beasts."

Akamaru trembled in his arms, emitting a low, whimpering sound.

Kankuro unconsciously hugged the crow puppet in his arms tighter, his fingers nervously stroking the puppet's mechanisms.

Temari's large fan opened with a "whoosh" and then quickly closed, the metal ribs colliding and making a crisp "snap" sound, revealing her inner tension.

"Hey, look over there..."

Choji suddenly lowered his voice and pointed his chubby finger at the roots of the tree.

The crowd looked in the direction he pointed—several stark white bones were half-buried in the soil, and judging from their shape, they clearly belonged to humans.

Sakura suddenly covered her mouth, her stomach churning.

Naruto was relatively normal, but his body was still trembling uncontrollably.

Even the usually calm Sasuke became serious.

Good morning, my little cuties~

Just then, a sweet voice came from above.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Mitarashi Anko standing on a moss-covered boulder, the hem of her brown trench coat damp with dew.

This shows that she had been waiting for them there all along.

However, Anko's expression was extremely lazy, and she was casually playing with a kunai.

The sharp blade occasionally reflects a blindingly cold light.

"Welcome to my playground~" She licked her lips and gave a creepy smile.

Shikamaru frowned: "This woman... gives off a feeling that's more dangerous than the forest."

Red Bean lightly leaped off the boulder, and with a "crack," her ninja boots shattered the piece of white bone on the ground.

However, no one dared to ask what animal the bones were from.

Seeing that no one spoke, Hongdou said with satisfaction, "The rules are very simple~"

Red Bean held up a finger with black nail polish: "Time limit, a 120-hour survival game!"

Shikamaru said in a deep voice, "So it's only 5 days? This is really troublesome."

Red Bean didn't care and continued to raise her second finger: "Each team will randomly receive either the 'Scroll of Heaven' or the 'Scroll of Earth,' and only the team that collects both scrolls and reaches the central tower can pass the test."

Shikamaru narrowed his eyes and immediately understood the cruelty behind it: "That means... at least half of the teams have to be eliminated."

"More than that~"

Red Bean's smile suddenly turned dangerous, and her voice abruptly dropped eight octaves: "There might be more...after all..."

She deliberately drew out the words, her tongue slowly gliding over her lips: "The dead don't need scrolls."

A chilling cold swept through the crowd.

The bag of potato chips in Choji's hand fell to the ground with a "thud," scattering the chips all over the floor, which immediately made him feel heartbroken.

"What a joke!"