Naruto, my father's name is Uchiha Madara.

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When that familiar valley, surrounded by mountains, reappeared at the edge of his vision, Naruto felt a surge of complex emotions that were hard to describe.

The village of Konoha before my eyes looks much more "naive".

Many of the low-rise buildings that disappeared or were rebuilt during his time still exist.

The street layout is somewhat messy, but the overall outline and the vibrant, upward-looking spirit are already clearly discernible.

"It seems that this era is quite close to the era before I transmigrated..."

Naruto muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping over the familiar yet unfamiliar street scenes, a wave of nostalgia washing over him.

He could even see the outline of the Hokage Rock in the distance. Although it was too far away to see the details clearly, the basic shapes of the four heads were already there.

However, practical problems immediately came to the fore.

At this point in time, this "Naruto Uzumaki" was still a mischievous little brat who played pranks everywhere in the village and was disliked by everyone.

Should he swagger in, revealing his identity?

I'd probably be invited in for questioning by the secret service immediately, and any explanation would be utterly absurd.

"We need to disguise ourselves."

Naruto said to Hikaru and Nonou.

He skillfully removed the Konoha headband from his forehead and carefully stored it deep inside his ninja tool pouch.

Then, he formed a hand seal, a puff of white smoke flashed by, and his appearance changed:

Her short, golden hair turned into a regular brown, and her facial features were also slightly modified.

He looked like an ordinary-looking, somewhat travel-worn young wandering ninja.

Although the essence of chakra cannot be changed, at least it is less noticeable on the surface.

"Guang, you'd better change your name too."

Naruto suggested, "The surname Uchiha is a bit sensitive at this time."

Guang nodded, offering no objection.

After all, vigilance has always been her motto; otherwise, she probably wouldn't have lived this long.

"Then what should I call myself?"

Naruto scratched the brown hair he had conjured up, and a brilliant idea struck him: "Let's call him Yagami Hikari! It sounds pretty cool!"

"Yagami...Hikaru." Hikaru murmured, then nodded. "Okay."

As for Nono, who has amnesia, she only remembers a vague syllable of her own name, so there is no need to change it.

The three arrived at the gates of Konoha Village. At this time, the gates of Konoha were far less magnificent than they would be in the future; they looked more like two reinforced wooden watchtowers.

The ninjas in charge of registration and questioning wore early-style Konoha vests, their expressions serious and focused.

There were quite a few people queuing to enter the village, including merchants, ordinary people, and a few who looked like wandering ninjas.

When it was Naruto and his group's turn, the Chunin in charge of registration looked up at them and asked, "Name? Background? Purpose?"

Naruto tried to make his voice sound natural: "Kanbara Takuya."

He pointed to Hikari and Nonou behind him: "They are Hikari Yagami and Nonou."

"We are wandering ninjas. We heard that Konoha is recruiting, so we came to look for an opportunity. By the way... my friend here is injured and needs medical treatment."

He gestured to Nono, who was being supported by Hikari and whose face was still pale.

The Chunin scrutinized them carefully, his gaze lingering for a moment on Naruto and Hikaru, as if assessing their danger.

He checked Nono's injuries again, and the obvious knife wound made him frown.

But seeing Nono's weak appearance and Naruto's open eyes, he eventually wrote it down in his notebook.

"Go in. Remember, follow Konoha's rules in the village and don't cause trouble. The hospital is over there."

The chunin pointed in a direction and waved for them to pass.

Stepping through the gates of Konoha Village and onto the newly compacted dirt streets, Naruto felt a great weight lifted from his heart.

The first step went smoothly at last.

He looked at the scene on both sides of the street, where many buildings that existed in his childhood memories but were later demolished or rebuilt were now intact.

A strange sense of temporal and spatial displacement made him feel both familiar and unfamiliar.

The dumpling stall, the blacksmith shop with its newly hung sign, the children chasing and playing... everything was full of life.

"Looks like I'm almost home..." he murmured.

However, at this moment——

"Naruto—!! You brat! Stop right there!!!"

A powerful roar, filled with anger and helplessness, came from the other end of the street like a thunderclap!

He heard that familiar roar, the one that had chased him throughout his childhood.

Naruto jolted almost reflexively, nearly blurting out, "I'm here!" or "I didn't do it!"

Fortunately, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue, his heart pounding.

Immediately afterwards, a figure as swift as a whirlwind, accompanied by arrogant laughter, sped past them!

"Want to catch me? Don't even think about it! Hehe! I've been rigorously trained by my dad! Hehehe~!"

It was a little boy who looked only six or seven years old.

Wearing an orange tracksuit, with cat-whisker-like markings on her face, and her dazzling short blond hair shimmering in the sunlight!

Who else could it be but Naruto Uzumaki from his childhood?!

Naruto moved with incredible speed, weaving through the crowd and stalls like a nimble monkey.

The two panting Chunin behind him couldn't catch up with him and could only roar in vain.

Naruto stared in disbelief as the small, energetic "himself" ran past him, his expression a complex mix of emotions.

He instinctively looked in the direction Naruto had run from—

My gaze passed over the rooftops and landed on the iconic Fire Shadow Rock in the distance.

On the portrait of the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju, an exaggerated pair of glasses and a mustache were drawn.

Several small flying birds were added to the head of the Second Generation Senju Tobirama.

Red paint smoke was "blowing" from the pipe of the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi.

Meanwhile, on his own father Minato's handsome face... a huge, "artistic" ghost face was drawn on!

It's Naruto's "masterpiece" from when he was a child!

The space of consciousness instantly erupted into chaos.

"Pfft—Hahaha!!!"

Kushina's burst of laughter nearly shattered this mental world: "As expected of my son! Such 'artistic' talent at such a young age! Minato, look at your face! Hahaha!"

Minato Namikaze looked at his "new image" on the Hokage Rock and helplessly covered his forehead.

But the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curve upwards, his tone full of doting and amusement: "Naruto, that kid... really... sigh..."

So this kid had been up to something big before he woke up!

Nine-Tailed Fox snorted and flicked its tail, but a very faint trace of nostalgia, which it itself did not even notice, appeared in its scarlet beast eyes.

After all, watching this little devil cause trouble from childhood to adulthood is one of the few "entertainment projects" in its sealed life.

Even Madara, who had been feigning sleep, slightly opened his eyelids, glanced at the graffiti on the Hokage Rock, and let out a soft, ambiguous hum.

A hint of nostalgia flickered in his expression.

I never imagined that the little kid who used to paint the Hokage Rock with a paint bucket would grow up so quickly.

From the outside world, the adult Naruto looks at his childhood "great achievements," especially the huge, grotesque face on his father's face.

Instantly, I felt a rush of heat to my head, and my whole face turned bright red!

He let out a "howl," covered his head with his hands, and squatted down in utter shame, wishing he could dig out a three-bedroom apartment with his toes and crawl inside!

"This is so embarrassing...so embarrassing!" he cried out in his heart.

Seeing Naruto's embarrassed state, almost to the point of exploding, Hikaru's lips twitched up almost imperceptibly.

She looked in the direction where Naruto had disappeared and said softly, "He...is very energetic."

Her tone seemed to carry a faint hint of envy, which she herself was unaware of.

That carefree childhood, where she could run around and cause trouble at will, was something she had never experienced.

Just then, Nono, who had been quietly being supported by Hikari, frowned slightly.

His unfocused gaze slowly swept over the surrounding streets and buildings, and he murmured unconsciously:

"This place... seems... familiar..."

Hikaru immediately noticed her unusual behavior, temporarily setting aside his slight smile for Naruto, and asked in a concerned low voice, "Miss Nonou? Did you remember something?"

Nono tried hard to concentrate, attempting to grasp those blurry fragments in her mind.

But in the end, she shook her head painfully, her eyes becoming blank again: "I don't know... I just feel... it's familiar... but I can't remember the specifics..."

The spark of hope had barely glimmered before it was extinguished again.

Naruto finally recovered from the shock of the incident, stood up, patted his face, and forced himself to calm down.

He glanced at the dejected Nono, then at the familiar yet unfamiliar Konoha Village before him, and took a deep breath.

"Let's go to the hospital first. We can take it easy on the rest later."

The three, each carrying their own secrets and expectations, blended into the bustling crowds of Konoha Village.

How will Konoha in this era treat these three unexpected "strangers"?

Chapter 386 Nonou's Past

Konoha Hospital, its white buildings appearing serene and solemn under the sunlight.