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[Naruto Grandfather] Chapter 196 - 200
🕑 Added 2025-02-22 01:00:01 +0000 UTCChapter 196: Thunder Slash—A Double-Edged Sword
After hearing Hatake Sakumo’s words, Uzumaki Chito and Kakashi glanced at their stomachs, silently putting down their chopsticks.
As night fell, after finishing their dinner, the three of them made their way to the Hatake training ground.
Sakumo didn’t say much. Instead, he simply drew White Fang from his back, preparing to demonstrate a technique for them.
Actions speak louder than words.
That had always been Hatake Sakumo’s teaching style.
Suddenly—
"Zzt—Zzt—Zzt!"
Electric currents crackled to life, dancing along Sakumo’s White Fang. The sharp, flashing bolts of lightning illuminated the silent night, creating an electrifying contrast against the darkness.
"Thunder Slash!"
With a single movement—
In the blink of an eye, Hatake Sakumo slashed forward.
Crack!
Three wooden training dummies were instantly severed, their upper halves crashing to the ground. The sheer force of the technique caused the broken stumps to tremble, crackling with residual electricity.
But that wasn’t all.
The Thunder Slash didn’t just destroy the targets; the powerful lightning energy surged outward, disrupting the surrounding trap mechanisms, rendering them useless.
This was an ultimate killing move—a fusion of lightning chakra and the final stance of the Hatake Sword Style.
Kakashi’s eyes widened in amazement. "So fast!"
"Unbelievably fast…" Uzumaki Chito was equally stunned.
Had it not been for the residual lightning crackling in the air, he might have thought that Sakumo had used a teleportation technique instead.
After completing the technique, Sakumo sheathed his sword and turned toward them.
"Remember this well," he said seriously. "The Thunder Slash is a double-edged sword. While it enhances your attack power tremendously, it also accelerates your movement speed beyond normal limits—exposing weaknesses in your defense. You must never use this move recklessly."
His sharp gaze met theirs.
"Unless you are delivering the final strike—do not use this technique carelessly."
Hearing Sakumo’s warning, Chito finally understood.
Thunder Slash was similar to Chidori, but the difference lay in the weapon. Chidori concentrated lightning chakra in the user’s hand, while Thunder Slash infused it into a blade.
The risk?
Much lower.
A sword had a greater attack range, meaning that even if a weakness was exposed, it would be harder for the enemy to exploit it immediately.
Still, it was not a technique to be underestimated.
With that in mind, Chito proceeded with extreme caution while training.
After all, he wasn’t just using a single sword—his Sword Style required him to hold a sword in his hands and one in his mouth.
If he lost control of his chakra…
And if electricity leaked into his mouth…
That would be very unpleasant.
Ten Days Later—Konohagakure
The sky erupted with continuous fireworks.
Though it was still daytime, the lingering smoke and faint traces of the explosions were barely visible against the bright sky.
But down below, on the streets, the excitement was palpable.
The Chunin Exam Finals were about to begin!
Inside the Chunin Exam Arena
The five teams that had made it to the final round—fifteen candidates in total—stood in formation under the gaze of thousands.
Uzumaki Chito scanned his surroundings, taking in the sheer intensity of the atmosphere.
It was even hotter than he had expected.
The massive spectator stands were overflowing with people. Civilians and shinobi alike packed every seat, their voices merging into a deafening roar of anticipation.
At the heart of the venue, seated in the most prestigious section, were the Daimyō of the Land of Fire along with the Kages of Konoha and Sunagakure.
Other influential figures—leaders of smaller nations and wealthy patrons—occupied the western viewing platforms.
Each leader had a personal guard standing behind them.
Chito’s sharp gaze swept over the crowd—until she noticed one particular figure.
A red-haired boy.
Standing behind the Third Kazekage.
A puppet master…
Scorpion of the Red Sand.
A smirk tugged at Chito’s lips.
So that’s how it was.
He had always wondered how Sasori had managed to assassinate the Third Kazekage—revered as the "Strongest Kazekage"—without anyone realizing it.
And now, it made sense.
He had been part of the Kazekage’s personal guard.
From this position, he had gained access, earned trust, and struck when the time was right.
Chito followed Sasori’s line of sight.
He wasn’t looking at the crowd.
He wasn’t even looking at the exam participants.
He was staring directly at the right-side viewing platform.
At one man—
Hatake Sakumo.
Chapter 197: Full House
Konoha’s White Fang had killed Sasori’s parents during the Second Great Ninja War.
Now, standing in the arena, face to face with the man responsible for his parents’ deaths, Sasori naturally felt the urge for revenge.
But that was all he could do—think about it.
At his current level, he was no match for White Fang. Even if he wanted to strike, the interests of the village bound him.
This was the reality of the ninja world.
Wars, both large and small, had plagued every nation. Countless shinobi had lost family members and friends in battle. But on the battlefield—
How many of them actually got their revenge?
Most never did.
A ninja’s duty was to serve their village. Personal grudges had to be cast aside for the sake of the greater good. This ideology had been drilled into them since childhood.
To put it bluntly, in the eyes of the Daimyō and village leaders, shinobi were nothing more than weapons—tools crafted for war.
A ninja who allowed personal feelings to interfere with duty was fated to be abandoned, cast aside by both the village and the world itself.
Behind the Third Kazekage, Sasori stood silently.
Behind Sarutobi Hiruzen, Orochimaru loomed.
Seeing this, Uzumaki Chito could only shake his head.
If these two were going to act so intensely, it was a shame they didn’t try their luck with the lottery.
Even the legendary Orochimaru was present.
But Jiraiya?
Nowhere to be seen.
Chito wasn’t surprised.
Jiraiya had never been interested in tournaments or bloodshed. He was most likely off on one of his travels, seeking inspiration for his next book.
In the midst of this overwhelming atmosphere, where thousands of spectators filled the arena, the fifteen finalists stood in line, waiting for the exam to begin.
Everyone had different reactions.
Some were calm.
Some were excited.
Some were so nervous they could barely function—
Like Might Dai.
"Uncle Dai, you good?" Chito asked, noticing how his entire body was trembling.
But then—unexpectedly—Dai smiled.
Slowly raising his head, he spoke, his voice brimming with confidence.
"Captain, I feel stronger than ever! If youth forbids me from doing three things, then I’ll use my most passionate technique to defeat any opponent!"
Chito blinked.
What the hell does that even mean?
Seeing that Dai was completely fired up, Chito sighed in relief.
Still, he had to make sure.
"Uncle Dai," Chito said, leaning closer. "For safety’s sake… you should hit the restroom before your match."
After spending several days with him, Chito had learned something important—
When Might Dai got nervous or excited, he had to pee.
Dai nodded solemnly, acknowledging the wisdom in Chito’s words.
Meanwhile, in the Kage box—
Sarutobi Hiruzen turned to Orochimaru, his voice low.
"Where is Danzo?"
The question hung in the air.
Chapter 198: The Winner is Decided
Since the Second Great Ninja War, he had been operating within the shadows of Root, effectively making him one of Danzo’s subordinates.
"Danzo-sama has been feeling unwell lately," Orochimaru said with a sly smile, his gaze lingering on the back of the Third Kazekage’s head. "I’m afraid he won’t be able to attend today’s event."
"Is that so?"
Sarutobi Hiruzen fell into deep thought.
Danzo had been absent for quite some time now. Lately, he had appeared weaker—vomiting frequently in front of Hiruzen. Was there something wrong with his health?
Had time finally caught up with his old friend—the man who had fought through life and death alongside him?
"The time has come, Hokage. Let the selection matches begin."
The Third Kazekage’s voice snapped Hiruzen out of his thoughts.
The formalities between the Kages had been exchanged, and now, it was time.
As the leader of the host village, Sarutobi Hiruzen slowly stood up and walked toward the eastern podium.
"Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests, I extend my sincerest gratitude for your presence at today's Chunin Selection Exams."
"Now, the final candidates who have passed the previous rounds will compete in direct combat for the rank of Chunin. Please enjoy the matches that follow!"
As soon as the Third Hokage finished his speech, the atmosphere erupted into a deafening roar.
Cheers and whistles filled the arena from all directions, a wave of excitement sweeping through the crowd.
At that moment, a tall and thin figure emerged from the contestant tunnel.
He spoke lazily, his tone indifferent.
"I will be the referee for these matches. Now, I will explain the rules for the third round of the Chunin Exam."
"The rules are simple: there are no rules."
"Both sides will fight with their full strength until one side either dies or admits defeat."
"The last one standing is the winner."
"But—" The referee’s eyes narrowed. "If I determine that the fight is already decided, I will intervene. Don’t bother resisting—it’ll be useless."
His sluggish demeanor, combined with his distinct hairstyle, made it clear to Uzumaki Chito.
He’s from the Nara clan.
Using a Nara as the referee was a wise decision. Their Shadow Imitation Jutsu ensured they could restrain any combatant at any time.
"The first match will now begin!"
"Konoha’s Hatake Kakashi versus Sunagakure’s Yashamaru!"
"All other examinees, please exit the battlefield and return to the lounge!"
At the referee’s command, the remaining participants exited the arena.
Yashamaru, a gentle-natured shinobi from Sunagakure, had average combat ability at best. Against someone like Kakashi, he was nothing more than a stepping stone—a warm-up fight before the real battles.
There was no suspense in this match.
Since Chito had a bye in the second round, he had nothing urgent to prepare.
Instead of staying in the lounge, he snuck off to the stands.
"Chito, what are you doing here?"
Hatake Sakumo raised an eyebrow, surprised to see Chito suddenly appear beside him.
"The lounge is too stuffy," Chito replied casually. "Came out to get some fresh air."
His gaze flickered to the person seated next to Sakumo.
It was another former teammate of the White Fang—Hyuga Shoichi.
"Shoichi?" Chito blinked. "Didn’t expect you to be here too."
Hyuga Shoichi rolled his eyes. "I didn’t come here for you."
"No?"
"I’m here to watch my younger brother’s match—Hyuga Hideten."
Chito thought for a moment.
Among the fifteen finalists, there was one Hyuga competitor.
So that was his name?
Hyuga Hideten.
What kind of name is that?
"I have absolute confidence in my younger brother," Shoichi declared, his tone brimming with pride. "Among all Hyuga shinobi, his talent is unmatched. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be able to finish his opponent in under five minutes."
Then, as if doubting his own words, he muttered—
"If something unexpected happens, though…"
Chito sighed.
Quietly, he turned and walked away.
He had learned something new today.
Hyuga Shoichi, usually a man of few words, became more talkative when it came to praising his younger brother.
It was terrifying.
But as he took a few steps—
A chill ran down his spine.
A murderous aura surged from behind him.
Chapter 199: An Easy Victory
Who is it?
Who would dare to unleash such a murderous aura in public?
Uzumaki Chito turned sideways and glanced behind him.
A group of three kunoichi, each wearing a Sand Village forehead protector, glared at him fiercely.
Chito stared at them for a long moment before realization hit him.
Oh.
It’s them.
The three girls he had stripped naked in the Forest of Death.
"Ah… my apologies," Chito said, smiling slightly. "I almost didn’t recognize you after you put your clothes back on."
The kunoichi’s faces flushed red with embarrassment and fury.
"You—!"
They pointed at him accusingly, struggling to find the words.
Chito simply shrugged and spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.
"My actions back in the Forest of Death were purely out of compassion for the ladies. Let me ask you—if given the choice, would you rather have your clothes torn or your body torn?"
The three kunoichi froze.
"For a girl, the most precious thing is her unblemished skin," Chito continued. "Imagine if fair-skinned, beautiful kunoichi like you were left with scars all over your bodies… wouldn’t that be tragic?"
Silence.
The three kunoichi exchanged glances.
Despite their frustration, there was nothing to refute.
His words… actually made sense.
While they were talking, the first match concluded.
Kakashi had easily won.
"Yashamaru was eliminated?!"
"Are all the damn Konoha brats this strong?"
The Sand Village kunoichi grumbled in disbelief.
At that moment, Chito casually extended a finger and placed it against the lips of one of the girls.
"Careful with your words," he said smoothly. "Kakashi isn’t just some brat. He’s the strongest prodigy of Konoha’s new generation."
The girls hesitated before asking in unison—
"Then who’s number one?"
Chito smirked.
Raising his thumb, he pointed at himself.
As this happened, the second match began.
Two unremarkable Sand Genin stepped into the arena.
Chito quickly lost interest.
Just as he was about to leave, a shady-looking uncle appeared beside him.
"Hey, kid," the man said in a hushed, conspiratorial tone. "Interested in placing a bet?"
"A bet?" Chito raised an eyebrow. "What kind of bet?"
With a smug grin, the uncle produced a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket.
On the front, bold letters read—
"Chunin Exam Official Betting."
The moment Chito saw those words, he immediately understood.
Ah… a gambler.
He glanced at the man, who clearly hadn’t realized he was talking to one of the competitors.
Feigning ignorance, Chito scratched his head.
"Honestly, I don’t know much about gambling," he said casually. "Any recommendations?"
Hearing this, the uncle’s grin widened.
Finally—a fool!
He jabbed a finger at the matchup table.
"The third match—Might Dai versus Hyuga Hideten," he whispered. "The odds are 150:1. If you bet just one ryo on Might Dai and he wins, you’ll get 150 ryo!"
Might Dai?
Against a Hyuga prodigy?
To outsiders, this match was a no-brainer.
Might Dai had no clan backing, no advanced techniques, and no prestige. In most people’s eyes, he would be demolished within seconds.
But Chito knew better.
Might Dai wasn’t just some nobody.
He had mastered the Eight Gates.
If anyone was going to win this fight, it was him.
Staring at the so-called “trap” the gambling uncle had set, Chito jumped right in.
And not just that—
"Alright," Chito said, smiling. "I’ll bet on that bald guy—Might Dai. 10,000 ryo."
The gambling uncle’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull.
"Ten… ten thousand ryo?!"
Chito nodded.
"That’s all the money I have on me," he said nonchalantly. "Otherwise, I’d bet even more."
The uncle barely suppressed his excitement.
A jackpot!
Pocketing the money with trembling hands, he grinned.
"You got it, kid!"
This fool had no idea—
He had just thrown away his entire fortune.
Or so the uncle thought.
Chapter 200: The Eternal Genin
Hyuga Hideten was regarded as one of the most promising young talents of the Hyuga Clan.
In contrast, Might Dai was just a "The Eternal Genin "—a man who had remained at the lowest rank of shinobi for decades.
This was his first time reaching the third round of the Chunin Exams—at nearly forty years old.
Could Hyuga Hideten possibly lose to someone like that?
Impossible!
The Eternal Genin defeating a Hyuga genius?
The Eternal Genin one-shotting a Hyuga prodigy?
The very thought was absurd.
As he held the ten thousand ryo in his hand, the gambling uncle smirked confidently.
If that scruffy-looking ninja defeats a Hyuga genius, I'll eat my own shoes.
Then—
"Winner—Might Dai!"
The referee’s announcement echoed through the arena.
A beat of silence.
Then—
Thunderous exclamations exploded across the stadium.
The gambling uncle's face went completely blank.
"U-Uncle…?"
"Are you okay, Uncle?"
"Cheer up, Uncle!"
But no matter what anyone said, the man didn’t respond.
He simply stared into the void, eyes glazed over, his soul crushed beyond repair.
Meanwhile—
Uzumaki Chito casually sat back down next to Hatake Sakumo, a thick bag of money in hand.
He never thought I'd make extra cash during the Chunin Exams…
Maybe this is what it means to be the chosen one.
As soon as he sat down, murmurs filled the air.
Everyone was talking about Might Dai.
"I can't believe that uncle actually defeated a Hyuga shinobi!"
"What the hell just happened?!"
"I didn't even see it! Before I could react, that Hyuga brat was already lying motionless on the ground!"
"TEN SECONDS! This guy broke the fastest knockout record in Chunin Exam history!"
The shock spread beyond just the crowd.
Even the VIP spectator stands were buzzing with conversation.
Civilians and shinobi alike struggled to comprehend what they had just witnessed.
"It seems that Konoha is truly a place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers…"
"To think that a man with such power has been a Genin all this time…!"
"No wonder it's safest to entrust missions to Konoha!"
Sarutobi Hiruzen, listening to the chatter around him, simply stroked his beard with a satisfied smile.
Beside him, however, the Third Kazekage clenched his fists, his expression unreadable.
In the silent rivalry between the two Kages, Konoha had temporarily gained the upper hand.
Even Hiruzen himself was genuinely surprised by Might Dai’s performance.
To use Forbidden Techniques at that level—Dai’s abilities far surpassed the Chunin standard.
He was a rare talent.
Keeping him at the Genin rank would be a waste.
"Uncle Dai, you went too hard back there," Chito commented, glancing at him. "You opened the Fifth Gate immediately. Did you think this was the final battle or something?"
After his match, Might Dai had walked into the stands and taken a seat beside Chito.
Hearing his words, Dai scratched his head sheepishly.
"Ahaha… sorry!" he said apologetically. "I meant to open just three gates, but I got too excited and accidentally opened five!"
Chito sighed.
As expected of Might Dai—when he's nervous or excited, his first instinct is to start unlocking the Eight Gates…
"Next time, control yourself," Chito warned. "Don't open more than five gates unless you absolutely have to. If you go any further, you might end up killing someone."
"Yes, Captain!" Dai replied, giving him a thumbs-up.
Behind them, Hyuga Shoichi, who had been eavesdropping, looked at the two as if they were complete monsters.
The First Round Ends
One by one, the matches wrapped up.
After all the battles concluded, the eight remaining finalists were announced:
Maki (Sunagakure)
Hagura (Sunagakure)
Hatake Kakashi (Konoha)
Might Dai (Konoha)
Aburame Hiroshi (Konoha)
Inuzuka Eisuke (Konoha)
Jiyaro (Sunagakure)
Uzumaki Chito (Konoha) – who had automatically advanced to the next round.
With that, the first phase of the finals officially ended.
A Short Break
As the battles paused for a brief intermission, the audience bustled with excitement.
Everyone grabbed snacks and chatted eagerly, reminiscing about the best moments of the first round.
"Who do you think will be promoted to Chunin this time?"
"I vote for Kakashi! But Hagura from Sunagakure looks promising too—he's got a unique bloodline ability!"
"Pfft, don’t even argue—Might Dai is DEFINITELY getting promoted!"
"Yeah! That uncle is INSANE!"
Since ancient times, the underdog defeating the favorite had always been the most thrilling spectacle.
And Might Dai—
Had just become the people’s champion.
His instant victory had already won him countless fans.
As the arena staff worked to clean up the battlefield, a new set of names suddenly appeared on the big screen.
The next matchups were about to be revealed.
[SHOULD I CONTINUE, I think the author decided to just give up on the OP MC and decided to rewrite the whole fanfic but he did not want to make a new fanfic, its not explain if this is a new timeline, what happen to MC power. PLEASE COMMENT]
