135 Naruto Mobile Game

"Kakashi, carry my will forward and go fight… go fight! Only then are you a hero..."

"I already told you—if you're alive, talk about will. Wait until you're dead to talk about legacy, okay?"

At the entrance of Konoha, Guy kept tugging at Kakashi, talking nonstop, while Kakashi wore a helpless expression, wanting to refuse yet not quite managing to.

Guy opened Eight Gates and still lost. It might have been because Neji hit his chakra points, but that really wasn't anyone else's fault.

He placed his hopes on Kakashi… or so it seemed! In truth, he was begging Kakashi to keep this trip a secret and absolutely not let anything slip.

Besides them, there were also Naruto, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Shikaku, Minato, and… various others.

"Wait? Hey, what do you mean 'various others'? We have names too, okay!"

Ino put her hands on her hips, dissatisfied and complaining.

"Well, well, don't mind it, Ino. We're just here to see Shikamaru and the others off."

Choji laughed.

"Didn't expect our village to actually have five people break through the main tournament."

Asuma's face was full of relief.

The main tournament was over.

After fierce competition, only five people stood out, every single one of them possessing both great strength and great fortune.

This number was insanely impressive. Sixteen slots were distributed across the entire ninja world, and out of over four hundred competitors, Konoha claimed five—more than enough to prove its deep foundation.

Now, standing at the village gate, these people would carry Konoha's will and continue fighting.

Of course, it wasn't just them. Many villagers had spontaneously gathered to see these few off to the battlefield.

Looking at everyone's burning and expectant gazes, Naruto felt a bit uncomfortable. He shuffled his feet and squeezed over beside Shikamaru.

"Hey, Shikamaru, did you bring your keyboard?"

Naruto nudged Shikamaru with his elbow and whispered.

"What keyboard? The finals only allow phones."

Shikamaru stood lazily, lifting his eyelids as he spoke.

Counting Shikamaru, that made six people.

After the main tournament ended, they only rested for half a day before the officials notified the advancing players to gather at their respective village gates and prepare to enter the finals venue.

"Everyone, take out your phones."

After Minato spoke, all six—including himself—pulled out their phones and held the screens upward, revealing the finals qualification page.

The next moment, several beams of light shot out, converged in midair, then rained down like droplets, enveloping the group.

They looked at one another. Their faces were lit up by multicolored light, all carrying youthful spirit.

"Not youth. I'm already middle-aged."

Shikaku touched his receding hairline and sighed.

Minato smiled simply.

"Everyone, whether you feel ready or not, give it your all and play a match with no regrets."

"Mm!" x4

Sasuke did not respond. He turned his head and glanced outside the light barrier, where his mother stood silently among the crowd, watching over him.

He clenched his fist, his eyes shining frighteningly bright.

From this moment on, merely advancing was not enough. Merely standing here was not enough.

Win—he had to win!

...

"Danzo-sama, they've disappeared."

"Mm."

In Konoha Root, Danzo sat upright in his chair with his eyes closed, his emotions unreadable.

As expected, it still wasn't possible. He thought. Failure truly suited a failure like him best.

Danzo had actually made it into the main tournament, which was already remarkable. Unfortunately, he fell round after round in the main matches.

"What is Hiruzen doing over there?"

Danzo suddenly asked.

"The Third-sama didn't participate in the competition. These past days he's been playing around with Tsunade-sama and the others."

The subordinate replied.

Danzo's mind felt somewhat dazed. On the surface he hadn't competed, yet in this regard, hadn't he already beaten him by more than one step?

He remained silent for a long time. No one knew what he was thinking. In the end, he only said one sentence.

"Turn on the phone. Watch the match."

...

Finals venue.

Kuroda arranged things according to how competitions were set up in his previous life. This place was actually the usual information conference venue where ninja intel was revealed.

But now it was very different.

At the center of the stage was a large screen, playing back the exciting highlights from the main tournament.

On the left and right were the positions where the contestants would compete, though since it hadn't started yet, no one was there.

Below were rows upon rows of seats. There weren't many, and people had already begun taking their seats.

"Madara, Madara! I finally found you!"

Hashirama spotted Madara's seat and hurried over to sit down.

"Hmph! You could've just sat anywhere."

Madara said so, yet the corner of his mouth still lifted slightly, the curve so tiny it was barely noticeable.

Their identities were spectators. Entry tickets were randomly distributed by the system after the main tournament ended.

That was why there was this scene of both the living and the dead gathering together to watch the match.

"Hashirama."

Hearing someone call his name, Hashirama turned around, and his eyes immediately lit up.

"Mito? Come, come, over here!"

After Mito walked over, she glanced at Madara sitting beside Hashirama, then without saying a word, sat on the other side.

Madara felt displeased, stood up, and left directly.

Seeing this, Hashirama opened his mouth but couldn't say a single word to stop him, perfectly displaying his hesitation.

Leaving aside the family tragedy, let's shift our view to backstage, where all the contestants were gathered.

The space was quite large, with tables, chairs, fruits, and drinks. It was a circular enclosed room, and the only exit was the competition passage.

The sixteen who advanced from the main tournament were:

Konoha — Naruto, Sasuke, Kakashi, Shikaku, Minato.

Iwagakure — Kitsuchi, Kurotsuchi.

Kumogakure — Darui, Killer Bee.

Kirigakure — Chōjūrō, Ao.

Hidden in the Rain — Pain: Deva Path, Naraka Path, Tobi, Itachi.

Sound — Yakushi Kabuto.

Of course, it wasn't just these sixteen. There were also over thirty who had been directly advanced to the finals, all gathered here as well.

Despite the large number of people, it was very quiet.

Some huddled in the corners, looking at these most renowned figures of the ninja world, barely daring to breathe, trembling with fear.

These went without saying—the players from the smaller villages who were directly advanced.

They had thought being able to come was already good luck. Now it seemed they would likely become the first batch of sacrifices.

Among the smaller villages, Hidden in the Rain was different.

The Deva Path's eyes moved, sweeping across everyone present. Anyone he looked at felt a chill run through their body to varying degrees.

Nagato himself did not come. After thinking it over, he chose to send the Deva Path and the Naraka Path into the finals.

"Hmph! Quite lively!"

Tobi sneered.

Tobi, of course, noticed Konoha's side immediately—those were all familiar faces.

Changed masks, huh...

Minato glanced at Tobi and noticed he had switched to a tiger-pattern mask. It was hard to say whether this was provocation.

"The atmosphere's really heavy, dattebayo."

Naruto leaned close to Minato and whispered, though his eyes openly observed everyone present.

Only Sasuke was like him.

Sasuke stared straight at Itachi, six-pointed stars blooming in his eyes as he unreservedly revealed his Mangekyō.

As if saying, "Didn't you make me obtain eyes like yours? Now I've done it."

Itachi noticed. His face remained expressionless.

But deep down, he felt both relieved and excited, unable to stop thinking that this moment had finally arrived.

Worth mentioning was that all the leaders of the major villages were present, basically all directly advanced as first place from the ranking matches.

Whether they could win even a single round of the main tournament was actually unknown.

A crossed his arms over his chest, sitting upright with a big-shot posture, with Darui and Killer Bee standing to his left and right.

Ōnoki calmly sipped tea. Kitsuchi stood guard at his side, while Kurotsuchi, unlike her grandfather, lacked such composure and curiously looked around everywhere.

Mei Terumi wore a faint smile. No one knew what she was thinking. Ao and Chōjūrō looked solemn, their bodies tense.

Rasa… sat alone.

Hard to watch! Sunagakure actually only had Rasa as a direct finalist from the ranking matches!

Heaven knew how Rasa felt when he saw that all Sunagakure players were eliminated in the main tournament. 

Although everyone present was familiar with one another and understood each other well, no one spoke rashly.

Until a voice came from outside.

"Welcome everyone to the finals venue!"